[ He doesn’t remember the crash at all, much less getting into a flight unit. While his body was fully operational - no severe injuries, no logic viruses, no remaining physical damage - his scanners were picking up all kinds of strange readings. He couldn’t remember what most of them meant, but the ones flagged as important (like machine lifeform activity - whatever that meant) were all green, but he was picking up life signs from everywhere. Once he steps out into the town, he understands why.

There are humans everywhere. And not just humans, but all kinds of living creatures he didn’t recognize. Some humans had four legged creatures on leashes. It was wonderful and somehow upsetting all at once. He wasn’t sure why.

9S is currently wandering around Wayward Pines. He’s not really looking for a way out of town - he’s too fascinated by everything he sees. One might notice he’s carrying something that looks like a blindfold. It’s his visor, which makes the readings he’s picking up make a heck of a lot more sense, but the townsfolk think it’s weird when he walks around all blindfolded.

One might catch him in front of one of the notices - given how curious he is, he’s been pointed to them more than once. ]

Do not discuss the past, huh?

[ Something about that seems especially off. ]

[ Someone is in danger. 9S is not equipped to do much - is he missing something? He has his pack and his visor. What if something dangerous happens?

He can go find information, maybe help a search party if one is out there. He wanders around the forest, checking for signs of life. There’s a lot to choose from, given the amount of fauna, but nothing distinctly human. Of course, the further he gets, the harder it is to tell. His systems are starting to malfunction piece by piece. He’s not sure what all of them are - wouldn’t the person who made him have included an easier way to run diagnostics?

Eventually, he gets far enough that he can see a fence. Maybe? His vision is pretty distorted right now. He probably should turn back, head to the auto body shop to run diagnostics, but that’s not the mission. His mission was to help whoever was in trouble out in the woods.

Leaning against a tree with no way to defend himself, that person might just be a lonely android. ]

[ Having been banned from the tug of war (he’s a few hundred pounds heavier than an average boy his size), 9S is sulking on the bleachers. He’s watching the various sports, trying to find one he can fairly do. ]

Man, this looks like so much fun.

What is your favorite thing to eat?

[ He doesn’t have a favorite food that he can think of, but he’d like one. Maybe someone on the message board would have some ideas. ]

[ Tag him? I’m up for anything. ]