[Jul-14-25] Reinforcements by way of auto-welder

[My pseudonyms are of my own intellectually personal creativity, don't steal it from me, please...]

The sterility of his isolation was molding him into the entity he had destroyed only fourteen months back; slowly, he'd come to terms with such an admission. There in his encampment, the retired Sentinel continues to try renewing his empty life, only for the misery of loss to show its face yet again...

His manufacturing business was hardly worthy of any note either, since he learned very early on that he alone could never manage an entire 50,000 square foot warehouse.

He'd make preparations to send reinforcements to the over-run theme park, but his hope of redeeming this world would soon fall away entirely...