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UTE-9912 wasn't quite sure when it woke up.
It just wasn't particularly sure when the first drop of self-awareness struck the object analogous to its brain. UTE-9912 had spent an indefinite amount of time—months, years, decades maybe—collecting the drops, pooling them into a great big ocean of wakefulness.
Finally UTE-9912 had gathered enough drops to open its eyes. Well, it didn't actually have eyes. The analogy is only the most appropriate one for humans to comprehend, to understand how truly alien UTE-9912 perceived the world. What it saw—again, it didn't see per se—was a scene of desolation. A long time ago, the ground was probably made of concrete, but the winds of time had eroded it into nothing more than loosely packed gravel. Paint peeled off the walls, revealing its rebar skeleton.
