My mech is (a short story thread, replies unlisted)
My mech is an aging and surprisingly elaborate system of contraptions comprised of calcium and carbon in its countless configurations... among other things. I am the tiny, frightened creature living inside its cockpit, still trying to perfect the fine controls.
My mech was assigned to me some time ago. I feel I was tasked long ago to monitor this strange race of apex predators in a masquerading operation, although contact with my mission handler(s) has been lost. My original mission scope has largely faded with time and corruption.
I am uncertain as to whether the programming for this hardware is arcane, or far too advanced for my personal understanding. My own experiments with them have ended with either confusing or disastrously poor results. Human neural net mechanics have attempted to assist me with some lower-level tweaks from a black-box approach.
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