A scrambling beginning

The vending machine wasn’t taken so back from the high ways of drama and intrigues. In simple complexion, and wurry indiferrence, it resumed service. It had remained intact as a whole, drinks included. The surroundings were checked through sensors. They were strangely plain, flat and far foggy. The machine accounted itself. The drinks were exactly the same as upon departure. The speaker beeped in an attempt to recover speech. The sound was spotless. Yet, had the machine taken an habit to voice his in-thoughts; the sound would have been mangled through urgency and emerit concern. The reason was simple;

There was no electricity!

The machine was now running on the most pitiful battery and no grid. It’s end was set, and in fifteen minutes, there would be no new world, no isekai, no awakening of conscious, only the slight hope to be revived by well in-plugged electricity. The machine knew nought of his situation, but wasn’t so candid that he could lay all to waste.

In a fashion that would have been executed even by the most overriden intelligence boards, the refrigeration, the lights; the sensors, besides a camera and an audio line, were all shut. The lifespawn had become theorically of 10 days, and so, the machine lightly scrutinized for any trace of recourse. It’s first feeling was to call the force, to no avail. The machine had been put in an adverse bubble.

Hours passed. A few insects and the clever movement of a sun entertained. There were a few sounds. And a major change; the vending machine had discovered the consequences of his cheat; a new ability of thought. It could now indignate himself of it’s own conditions, using it’s knowledge base as a source.

“For so long, I have been shut in the abgneous core of a decaying city, persecuted by it’s inhabitants, threatened by the purge of reformation“, resumed the mea-entity,”And now, aware, I am abandonned in the realm of the dead!”

The ideas were all new, however fragile! To the attempt of a pure being, no jest!

The machine now seeked not only an assurance of refuelling, but partly company, in order to establish it’s new self. As sound broke out for the first time, it was very eager. A newly formed cloud of dust was seen through, behind a mound. From those new remains, a creature jumped and appeared to the machine. It was three meters tall and fat, green and gore, and the camera was good enough to scrutinize the champion’s seething face. The skull was exposed through lost skin. There were particles around him and following in a manner. Those were perhaps a “scientifical” trick. The creature continued it’s rush through the earthly green and purple merry land, atomizing the land at each leap. The machine knew not the beast workings. It – wanting to attract it as a a customer - and according to it’s clever, began flashing the lights repeatedly, and abusing sound all the wager.

The fairy disaster caste monster disapointed the height challenged dispenser; by disappearing as confidently as the nightly car. But there was life! The machine found itself more hopeful, while pondering.

The night fell, giving way to a curious spectacle for the machine; a starry sky without moon; instead of a starry moon without sky. There were a few colors. No sleep required by the new conscious. The whole period was uneventful, besides a few “clongs” of curious origins. And so, the machine witnessed it's first day rise of the new world. An immense wind and heat passed through the land; revelation of the day. The sun was unleashed, in an as-though solar flare. In the hour following the wave, the machine had all the chances of receiving it’s first warranted customer;

An old man, seared in metal of feeble nature, with a small bag, suffering yet running at a paste. The machine saw in him much greater promise than the former.

-Come here, it repeated, come here. Free drinks for the first customer!

The carnless man harboured many feelings. He was fleeing from a most mess, and certainly pursued. The vending machine was quite absurb in shape. The marauder, attracted by the sound, narrowlingly thought he could borrow strength from the whatever thing. He readjusted his path, cautious near the end. The metal box seemed extremely dangerous in his eyes, and the machine didn’t help by babbling alluringly. The man couldn't understand the machine's words.

-It must be a wizardous spell, he thought. An incomprehensible being is sealed inside of this arcane chest. It must be at very least an amorous sinner.

He further approached, fearing pressure, but he wasn’t too supersticiously virtuous, and ended up growing in unweariness at each step.

-Amazing. The being is completely contained inside .

The man was already devising a plan. If he was close enough to threaten the mysterious box, his pursuers would have to think twice before finishing him. He was satisfied, one meter close, and tried pointing his sword close. Although, he didn’t dare to tough the box in any way.

The machine heckled the man, trying different volumes, and now; different langages which it knew. The customer was either blind, or perhaps mute, and it was perplexing. When the sword was brandished in his direction, the machine didn’t think the tool, which could have cut it like tofu, was even a weapon. The machine naively persevered in it’s attempts, and ended up half-ignored; at least better than broken.

The marauder sat on the ground, and undid parts of his armors and clothes. A mighty interface of reds made for greeting. It was answered by a grimace. A few bandages were let out of the bag, and masterfully administered. The machine strategically turned quiet, in enough insistance to warrant a turn from the damaged warrior. It had chosen a course to take, and wasn’t the least discouraged. Coincidentally, at the same instant, a band of humans, all fellows, had come to view. “Bang!”.