[ WP ] A group of adventurers discover a robot who 's been awake but immobile for hundreds of years .

The clock ticked. 
 
 The Creators had left. 
 
 Probability and the Creators' sciences suggested that other beings, like the Creators would one day come. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 It was a good robot. That was the last words of the Creators: `` You're a good robot, robot. It's a shame we can not take you with us. But be a good companion robot and stay here.'' 
 
 It had pondered those words for millenia, as the dust, and the spiders built up, its servos and mechanisms struggling to retain functionality. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 Perhaps it should seek Creator-like beings, move and search? 
 But it was told to stay. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 It heard movement, but supposed it was a rat, like many others. The Creators took many species, samples of populations, but left many indigenous species to the world they left behind. Rats, bats, insects, birds, and many more creatures were left to go wild. Perhaps they could one day become Creator-like? 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 It hummed a tune,'Love me Tender' from its databanks. The sudden sound disturbed a spider and caused it to abandon its web in fright. Many years later, the spider's descendants returned to the original spot and began a new web. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 It heard the sound of rocks crumbling. 
 It pondered this, but supposed geological decay was inevitable given time and exposure to the elements without maintainence. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 It played a short glam rock song, and bobbed its head lightly. It wondered when it would hear a new musical source. Perhaps the spiders were playing a tune all along it could n't comprehend, from the twanging of their webs? 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 The crumbling was louder. Clear sounds could be heard, as bricks and mortar were chiselled aside. 
 Words, of an unknown language, echoed through the chamber. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 Eventually, light pierced the chamber, glowing, and purple. 
 Creators? 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 They were Creator-like. Especially the one with the Sharp-LONGSWORD-damascus*unknowncomposition* # errorimpossiblefeatureerror #, although it was a little bit taller than the statistical norm for the Creators. 
 
 There was one wearing leather-COW, with elongated pointed ears and a bow. 
 
 There was a gigantic one with horns and tusks, that reminded it of a warthog, only Creatorlike. It had a steel axe, seemingly normal but of strange design, using post-Industrial quality but the shape of something from the Bronze Age of the Creators. 
 
 And then there was the short one, also with pointed ears, and it held a smoking oak stick that was giving off anomalous readings. 
 
 The clock ticked. 
 
 The Creator-like beings chittered in their non-Creator but Creator-like tongue. 
 
 It tried to sing'All you need is love' at them. 
 
 Eventually, the short one clicked its fingers, and an anomalous glow glimmered, then dissipated into the air. 
 
 `` Can you understand us now, robot?'' 
 
 It nodded. 
 
 `` What is your function?'' the gigantic one grunted. 
 
 It sang a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye. 
 
 `` Well, that's interesting. A Precursor Golem Bard.'' muttered the pointy eared leather one. 
 
 It blinked, and glared at the pointy eared one, before looking warmly at the most Creator-like one. 
 
 `` I think... It prefers to be called a robot. It turned red when you said Golem.'' 
 
 It continued looking warmly at the most Creator-like one and crooned at it softly, in agreement. 
 
 The clock stopped ticking. 
 
 ( ( I'm not sure if I'm happy with the whole'clock is ticking as it waits for new masters' thing. It breaks up each segment well, implying a passage of time, but it feels a bit heavy handed to me, even when I wrote it ) )
