The System Mecha is so unscientific

The scavengers closed in, a grotesque tableau of mutated flesh and rusted metal. Da scrambled to his feet, wrench held high, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He knew this was going to be a close call.

The horde of scavengers snarled, their yellowed teeth bared. One lunged forward, swinging its claws. Da ducked under the blow and slammed the wrench against the scavenger's face, eliciting a guttural scream.

He didn't have time to relish the victory. The robots moved with cold precision, their laser sights locking onto him. One fired a burst of energy, narrowly missing his head. He dove behind a stack of crushed vehicles, the metal pinging as the energy bolts struck.

"System, tactical analysis! Best escape route!" Da yelled, his voice strained.

"Calculating... High probability escape route: Utilize the maze of scrap to break line of sight. Proceed west towards the outer perimeter fence. Avoid open areas. Prioritize stealth over direct confrontation," the system responded.

Da nodded, acknowledging the plan. He knew it was a long shot, but it was his only chance. He peeked out from behind the vehicles, assessing the situation. The scavengers were closing in, their advance relentless.

He took a deep breath and darted forward, weaving through the maze of scrap metal. He used the debris as cover, dodging behind rusted car frames and overturned containers. The robots fired blindly, their energy bolts tearing through the metal, creating a cacophony of sparks and crashes.

As he ran, he remembered the metal box he had stumbled upon earlier. It was still within reach, partially buried in the dirt. He hesitated for a moment, weighing his options. Should he risk retrieving it, or prioritize his escape?

Curiosity and a sense of opportunity warred within him. What if the box contained something valuable? Something that could help him survive? He decided to take the chance.@@novelbin@@

He sprinted back towards the box, dodging a hail of energy bolts. He reached down and grabbed the box, yanking it free from the dirt. It was heavier than he expected, made of thick, reinforced steel.

With the box in hand, he continued his escape, weaving through the labyrinthine junkyard. The scavengers were still hot on his trail, their pursuit relentless. He could hear their growls and clanks echoing through the metal canyons.

He reached the outer perimeter fence, a towering barrier of rusted metal and barbed wire. He scanned the fence for a weak point, a place where he could breach the barrier and escape.

He found a section where the metal was corroded and weakened. He used his wrench to pry apart the rusted bars, creating a small opening. It was barely large enough to squeeze through, but it was his only option.

"System, scan for traps or automated defenses on the other side of the fence," he instructed.

"Scanning... No traps or automated defenses detected. Clear to proceed," the system confirmed.

Da took a deep breath and squeezed through the opening, his muscles straining. The barbed wire snagged at his clothes, tearing at his skin. He gritted his teeth and pushed through, ignoring the pain.

He tumbled onto the other side of the fence, landing hard on the unforgiving ground. He scrambled to his feet and looked back. The scavengers were swarming around the opening, their frustration evident in their snarls and clanks.

He knew he couldn't stay here. They would eventually find a way through the fence, and he would be trapped. He turned and ran, putting as much distance as possible between himself and the junkyard.

He ran for what felt like hours, his lungs burning, his legs aching. He didn't stop until he reached a dense forest, its thick canopy providing cover and concealment.

He collapsed against a tree, gasping for breath. He was exhausted, battered, and bruised, but he was alive. He had escaped the junkyard, but he knew he couldn't rest. He had to keep moving, keep surviving.

He examined the metal box he had risked his life to retrieve. It was locked, with no visible seams or hinges. It was a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved.

"System, analysis of the metal box," he commanded.

"Analysis: Unknown origin. Material composition: Reinforced steel. Security level: High. Recommended course of action: Attempt to unlock the box using lockpicking techniques. If unsuccessful, consider using explosive force to breach the container," the system advised.

Da nodded, acknowledging the options. He preferred to avoid using explosives, as it would attract unwanted attention. He decided to try hid hand at lockpicking with the help on the system.

He pulled out his toolkit and examined the lock. It was a complex mechanism, with multiple tumblers and intricate internal components. He had no experience with lockpicking, so he ask the system to scan the lock and project the internal structure in his mind.

He carefully inserted a tension wrench and began to manipulate the tumblers, using a pick to feel for the sweet spot. He worked slowly and methodically, his concentration focused on the delicate clicks and scrapes of the lock mechanism.

Hours passed, and the sun began to set. Da's fingers were numb, his eyes strained. He was about to give up when he felt a faint click. He held his breath and applied pressure, and the lock sprang open.

He lifted the lid of the box, his heart pounding with anticipation. Inside, nestled among layers of foam padding, lay a single object: a sleek, futuristic pistol, its surface gleaming with polished metal.

"System, identify the weapon," he commanded, his voice hushed with awe.

"Identification: Old era energy pistol. Power output: High. Ammunition type: Energy cells. Status: Fully operational. Warning: Use with caution. Unauthorized use of energy weapons may attract unwanted attention," the system reported.

Da stared at the pistol, his mind racing. He had found a powerful weapon, a tool that could drastically change his odds of survival. But he also knew that it came with a price. Using the pistol would make him a target, attracting the attention of powerful and dangerous factions.

He weighed his options, considering the risks and rewards. He knew he couldn't afford to be reckless, but he also couldn't afford to be defenseless. He decided to keep the pistol, but to use it only as a last resort.

He closed the lid of the box and secured it tightly. He then stashed the box in his rucksack, ensuring it was well-hidden.

With the pistol in his possession, Da felt a surge of confidence. He was no longer just a scavenger. He was armed and dangerous, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

He knew the junkyard was behind him, but he couldn't let his guard down. The world outside the junkyard was just as dangerous, if not more so.

Da took a deep breath and continued his journey, venturing deeper into the unknown. He was ready to face whatever the future held, armed with his wits, his wrench, and his newfound weapon. He was determined to survive, to thrive, and to uncover the mysteries of this shattered world. His escape from the junkyard was just the beginning.