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OLD - Week 1 Day 5 Morning

Fire. Fire can be both an enemy and a friend. Fire is only really used for cooking nowadays. Cooking and cleaning one could say, but not cleaning in the usual sense but more like cleaning an area of land from Life. Whether accidental or with a purpose, cleaning can be very problematic…

When Ellyn woke the next morning, they were already moving, she looked up to see Seth at the wheel driving the cart along an old road flanked with dead trees. The smell of smoke and soot filed the air. She looked around to see that there was nothing else alive in the area, what used to be a surrounding forest had been burnt down. Ellyn got up and sat in her chair next to Seth at the front of the cart. Seth noticed her arrive but didn’t look up as he was manoeuvring around a burnt out log in the middle of the road.
“Good morning sunshine” said Seth,
“Yeah…good morning to you too” replied Ellyn, “Do you know what happened?” She asked.
“My guess is a fire” Seth said, followed by Ellyn rolling her eyes at him.
“Well, what or who do you think caused the fire?” questioned Ellyn
“No idea” Seth said finishing the manoeuvre. “Some madman probably” said seth. They continued cruising along the road the landscape not providing any change. Suddenly Seth yelled out in pain and grasped the back of his neck, a mass of pain shooting up and down his spine, he managed to hit the emergency stop button for the cart and it skidded to a halt and Seth fell off his chair still clutching the back of his neck, until suddenly he relaxed. “Seth!? Are you ok?!” a very concerned Ellyn said to him from beside him. “Yeah…im….im fine..” Seth said getting up letting Acorn give him a lick on the face. He got back on the helm and restarted the cart, and therefore their journey to who knows where.


Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 had been keeping tabs on the area when the fire began, it had alerted the correct services, but of course they didn’t respond yet again, so it had just kept watch on it. Much later unit 01110011 01100101 01110100 01101000 entered the area, moving at above its own speed, accompanied by three heat signatures. Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 watched to see what it was going to do, however by now the fire had left his area and gone out. After a while unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 decided to contact unit 01110011 01100101 01110100 01101000, but instead of the usual reply that was expected, unit 01110011 01100101 01110100 01101000 just sent many, many error messages and reports of malfunction to unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 requesting assistance. Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011naturally alerted the relevant units, but only one was free from duty and within manageable integrity. Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 asked unit 00110001 00110011 00110011 00110111 to go and assist unit 01110011 01100101 01110100 01101000. Unit 00110001 00110011 00110011 00110111 agreed but notified 01101110 01101001 01100011 that it may take time for it to reach unit 01110011 01100101 01110100 01101000.  Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 acknowledged this and set unit 00110001 00110011 00110011 00110111 the task. Unit 01101110 01101001 01100011 went out of range, as it disappeared down to the opposite side of its orbit, and just waited for itself to come back around so it could receive a message from Unit 00110001 00110011 00110011 00110111.
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