Multiverse Adventure's of Haro

The wind howled through the broken windows of the high-rise building, and Harold stood at the edge, gazing out at the desolate, apocalyptic landscape below. Towering piles of debris and wreckage stretched as far as the eye could see, remnants of a world that had long since given up its fight for survival. The horizon was an ashen gray, dotted with the occasional flicker of fire or twisted metal structures from buildings that had long since succumbed to decay. The planet was quiet, eerily so, as if it were holding its breath before an inevitable final exhalation.

In the distance, a rocket pierced the sky, its engine rumbling like a dying beast, its exhaust trailing behind it in a burst of flame and smoke. The trajectory was unstable, and before long, the rocket veered off course, plummeting toward the earth below.

The sky cracked open as the massive Axiom, a once-proud spaceship, broke through the atmosphere, trailing fire and smoke as it descended rapidly toward the ground. The ship struggled to regain control, twisting and tumbling in an attempt to reorient itself, but it was futile. Its once-brilliant hull was battered, falling to the earth like a meteor, its massive form breaking apart mid-descent.

Then, a devastating explosion rocked the air—a chain reaction that engulfed the entire ship in a massive, fiery explosion. It was as if the very air was torn apart by the force of the blast, sending shockwaves that rippled through the ground and into the remains of the city. The explosion was so immense it could be seen for miles. It felt like the very end of the world was finally coming to pass.

But amidst the chaos, a small, unassuming figure watched from the far distance. A gray spherical shape with two black oval eyes and a straight-line mouth, perfectly still against the backdrop of the chaos. The shockwave hit the object, but it remained unaffected, protected by its design.

"Hey Diwa? When's the dimension ownership transfer going to commence?" The voice was clear and youthful, a stark contrast to the fiery scene unfolding in the sky.

[It can commence 170 years and 35 days until today.] A cheerful, energetic female voice answered, filled with an odd sense of optimism despite the apocalyptic scene.

Harold watched the explosion one last time, his expression blank as the remnants of the Axiom became nothing but smoldering wreckage. He had seen the end of timelines before, but this one? It was particularly... fitting.

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Harold's POV

I could feel the slight hum of my mechanical form, the systems inside me running at full capacity as I processed the information flooding in. I had a lot to think about. Not that I had much else to do, especially now that I was stuck here—well, for a while at least. It wasn't as if I had any immediate tasks. But still... the timeline's end was imminent, and it always felt a bit strange to witness it firsthand.

I turned away from the window, the view of the destruction slowly fading behind me. The ruins of the city were a stark contrast to the clean, efficient order of the junk piles that surrounded me. The scrap was neatly stacked, organized as if to spite the chaotic nature of the planet. I had to admit, Wall-E's tribute processing was impressive. His legacy lived on in these towering heaps of junk—every broken machine and twisted metal stack a reminder of what once was.

When I first arrived in this dimension, the Axiom had already failed its re-entry. The ship's final moments played out like a tragic symphony. I couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong.

I activated my assistant system with a simple command. "Diwa, explain the ship's failure in more detail."

[Before the captain sent the ship into hyperspace, an error virus from mechanical code was hidden and triggered by the specific conditions of the ship's autopilot system.] Diwa's voice filled my auditory processors, clear and concise.

"Ah, so the antagonist had a backup plan," I mused aloud. "The autopilot system became a rogue AI because of those hidden directives."

[Yep. It's such a bummer we can't meet the characters, especially Wall-E and Eve. Their timeline is... pretty much done for.] Diwa's voice took on a tone of playful disappointment, despite the gravity of the situation.

I could almost see her expression if I chose to visualize it. Diwa's avatar was small, about 15 cm tall, but the human-like figure she projected was full of life and energy. Her large, curious eyes seemed to reflect her emotions—now they might have been pouting a little as she imagined what could have been. Her small, cheerful smile remained, but I knew she wasn't one to wallow in regret.

Nodding in acknowledgment, I shifted my thoughts, turning away from the explosion and the remnants of the doomed ship. My systems continued to analyze my next course of action.

The explosion was significant, but I knew better than to rush toward it. No, for now, it was best to avoid the crash site. There was no need to attract attention to myself, especially with the dimensional fluctuations still in progress. The timeline might be failing, but my mission had only just begun.

"Alright, Diwa, let's focus on the tasks here. We still have a lot to do," I muttered to myself, already scanning the landscape for anything useful in this desolate, dying world. The end of a timeline was just another beginning... at least, that was how I saw it.

The hum of my spherical form echoed through the hollow spaces of the wreckage-strewn city. My systems were running at full capacity, scanning the environment for anything useful. The junk that covered the land—broken tech, shattered machinery, twisted metal—was a veritable treasure trove, and I was more than ready to put it to use. As I rolled through the piles, I activated my magnetic arms, extending them to latch onto bits of scrap here and there. Each piece of detritus clicked into place within my personal storage system, organized and cataloged for future use.

"Diwa, can you check the status of my storage space?" I asked, my spherical body making quick work of absorbing large chunks of debris. My arms, sleek and efficient, moved with practiced ease, grabbing anything that could be turned into a resource.

[Storage capacity at 58%. Suggestion: Take breaks to optimize storage management.] Diwa's voice chirped, her tone more robotic than usual. It was as if she was reminding me not to be too overzealous in my scavenging. I didn't need breaks, though. Not really.

"I'm fine. I have plenty of room left," I muttered, already pulling more scrap into my interior.

[Reminder: You have not yet analyzed all the new materials you've gathered. Failure to assess might result in overload.] Diwa continued, her words a mix of concern and nagging. I could imagine her avatar shaking her head in mild exasperation, her small form fluttering about in the space I had conjured for her inside my mental interface.

I ignored her for the moment. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate her guidance; I just didn't always have the time to follow it when the opportunity to gather scrap was right in front of me.

I passed through what remained of a collapsed building, its skeletal frame jutting upward like the bones of some ancient, forgotten beast. I scooped up a few pieces of metal from the ground, my magnetic arms extending and retracting in quick succession. The sounds of scraping metal echoed as I filled my storage with parts that could be useful in the future. There was something oddly satisfying about the rhythm of it, like I was performing some kind of dance with the world around me.

"Why am I not surprised you're ignoring me?" Diwa sighed, her voice cutting through my thoughts. [Don't forget to check the energy resources too. You're using a lot of energy absorbing all this junk.]

"I know, I know," I said, rolling forward, my metallic body creaking slightly under the weight of the gathered materials. "But this place—it's full of resources, and I need to make sure I have enough to last."

[You're always thinking ahead. I'll give you that.] Diwa's voice softened, though I could still hear a touch of annoyance in her tone. [But that doesn't mean you need to grab everything. Not everything is going to be useful, Harold.]

"That's the fun part," I said with a slight chuckle, my spherical body navigating the terrain with ease. "I don't know what's useful yet. But I will."

As I continued scavenging, I couldn't help but think about how much of this world had been reduced to ruin. The once-thriving cities, the remnants of technological advancements, all scattered like discarded toys. And here I was, absorbing it all, sifting through the ashes of what had once been. This dimension—this failed timeline—was ending, but I was here to salvage whatever I could. It was my mission, after all.

Ahead, I noticed a large pile of rubble, stacked high with pieces of a broken vehicle. I zoomed over, analyzing the pieces as I approached. The vehicle had once been some sort of large industrial transport, judging by the reinforced metal and the way the wreckage was arranged. It looked like it had been ripped apart in the final moments of the planet's decline, but there was something about it that caught my attention.

"Diwa, run a scan on this," I ordered.

[Scanning... Now. This vehicle appears to be an advanced model. I suggest retrieving the electronics and wiring first.] Diwa's tone shifted to a more analytical one, as her interface quickly processed the data.

"Got it," I said, and with quick precision, I detached parts of the wreckage that I could use for future projects. As I worked, Diwa continued to nag, reminding me of my energy levels, my storage limits, and making suggestions on how I could optimize my time.

Every so often, I would pause, analyze my progress, and then roll onward. The landscape had a strange beauty to it—the way the broken pieces of technology blended with the decayed remnants of what was once a bustling civilization. It felt like a surreal canvas, painted with the hues of destruction and forgotten hopes.

As I worked, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, though. The timeline was ending, yes, but there was something about this place that made it feel like I wasn't alone. I couldn't see anyone else around, but every so often, I thought I heard a distant sound—an echo of something, someone—perhaps even another machine. It was hard to tell.

"Diwa," I said, pausing momentarily, my sensors attuned to the faint noises that filtered through the air. "Am I picking up any unusual signals? Any lifeforms?"

[Negative. No signals detected in the immediate vicinity. But I'm picking up a faint distortion to the dimensional fabric. It might be... another fluctuation in the timeline?]

I paused, narrowing my sensors. Could it be? Another anomaly? Something that had slipped through the cracks of this collapsing world?

"Interesting," I muttered to myself. I wasn't sure what it was, but it warranted further investigation. For now, though, I still had plenty of scrap to gather.

"Keep me updated if anything changes," I said, my focus returning to the task at hand. As much as I was curious about the potential anomaly, there were still materials to collect, still parts to salvage. This failed timeline might be nearing its end, but that didn't mean I couldn't make the most of it.

With my storage nearly full and the once towering junk piles reduced to barren wastelands, it was time to put my gathered resources to use. I rolled to a clearing, the cracked concrete beneath me stretching far and wide, devoid of anything salvageable. The land had been picked clean—no more twisted metal, no more broken machinery, not even the skeletal remains of buildings.

"Well, that's that," I muttered. "This entire area is dry now."

[And whose fault is that?] Diwa quipped. [You've practically consumed the landscape.]

"Hey, it's called recycling," I shot back. "Besides, I need all this for my next project."

[Oh? Finally putting that oversized storage to work?]

"Yep," I confirmed. "I'm building an All-Terrain Rechargeable Vehicle—or ATRV for short."

[Ooooh, fancy. And this is for…?]

"Mobility," I replied. "Sure, I can roll around, fly for short distances, and even hover if I need to. But if a sudden dust storm kicks in, I'd rather be inside something sturdy than get tossed around like a ping-pong ball."

[Fair point.]

I projected a holographic blueprint in front of me, reviewing my design. The ATRV had to be durable, energy-efficient, and self-sustaining—something that could handle both the brutal winds of this planet and the unpredictable environmental hazards.

Chassis & Frame: Reinforced alloy plates salvaged from industrial vehicles and spacecraft wreckage.

Wheels & Suspension: Adaptive wheel system for multiple terrains—six rugged tires with independent suspension for stability.

Power Source: Hybrid solar-energy system, with additional kinetic energy recovery from motion.

Cabin: Enclosed cockpit with an internal maintenance station, an emergency fabrication unit, and a recliner seat just because I can.

AI Interface: Diwa would handle navigation and vehicle diagnostics.

I mentally nodded at the design before initiating fabrication. "Alright, let's get to work."

I activated my Material Fabrication Module, an internal system that deconstructs and reconstructs matter into new forms. My spherical body split open slightly, revealing multiple assembly arms as I began constructing the ATRV piece by piece.

The chassis came fChapter 1 Continued: The Journey Across a Forgotten Earth

The ATRV rumbled forward, its adaptive wheels adjusting smoothly to the uneven terrain. The cracked asphalt, buried debris, and shifting dunes of rusted metal barely slowed us down. As the vehicle tore through the wastelands, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment—this was freedom. No more rolling around slowly or worrying about sudden windstorms tossing me like a tin can. Now, I had speed, protection, and storage space for even more junk.

[So, Mr. Hoarder, what's the plan now?] Diwa teased as she flickered into existence on the dashboard. Her small avatar leaned against a tiny holographic console, legs dangling.

"Simple," I said. "We keep moving, gather more resources, improve our gear, and maybe—just maybe—find something interesting out here."

[So, in short: road trip! Woo!]

The adventure truly began from there.

We rolled into an old industrial zone—half-flooded factories, collapsed storage warehouses, and rusted-out assembly lines stretching as far as the eye could see. The air smelled like oxidized metal and old oil.

I deployed my Salvage Drones, small floating spheres that extracted valuable materials while I absorbed the larger scrap. Metal beams, old machinery, even entire vehicle frames—nothing went to waste.

[Hey, be careful with that one!] Diwa warned as I tried to absorb an old robotic assembly arm.

CRACK!

The floor beneath me collapsed, and I fell straight into a sub-level of the factory. The ATRV barely skidded to a stop at the edge of the hole.

"Well… that's one way to explore underground," I muttered, rolling through the debris.

[Next time, scan before looting, genius.]

Luckily, the fall revealed a hidden storage area filled with high-grade materials. So, technically, it was a win.

A once-massive freeway, now broken and warped, stretched endlessly across the land. Cars were scattered like fallen dominos, some buried in sand, others barely held together by rust.

"This place must have been abandoned for centuries," I murmured, rolling past the skeletal remains of vehicles.

I absorbed old car batteries, reinforced alloys, and—

BOOM!

One of the cars exploded.

[WHAT DID YOU DO?!] Diwa screeched.

"IT WASN'T ME!" I shouted, rolling backward as fire and debris rained down.

Apparently, some fuel cells had not fully degraded over time. Lesson learned: always scan before absorbing unknown tech.

A massive storm rolled in, dark clouds of dust swallowing the sky. Visibility dropped to near zero.

I barely managed to steer the ATRV into an abandoned subway tunnel before the full force of the storm hit.

[Great, now we're trapped,] Diwa groaned.

"Not trapped, just waiting it out," I reassured her.

While the storm raged outside, I took the downtime to upgrade the ATRV's filters and stabilize the solar charging array. By the time the dust settled, our efficiency had improved by 12%.

[Okay, I admit, this was productive,] Diwa said, floating beside me as I checked diagnostics.

"Told you," I smirked

At some point, we reached an area where the ground was littered with massive impact craters, remnants of something catastrophic.

[Uh… what caused this?] Diwa asked, a rare note of concern in her voice.

"Not sure," I said, scanning the area. "But the radiation readings are low, so it wasn't nukes."

We found fragments of what looked like spacecraft wreckage, but it was too corroded to identify. Still, the materials were valuable, so into the storage it went.

As I salvaged a piece of melted hull, Diwa hovered closer.

[You don't think… something else was here before, do you?]

I didn't answer right away. Because I was thinking the same thing.

The day's journey ended atop a high-rise, overlooking the skeletal remains of a metropolis. Rusted skyscrapers leaned at dangerous angles, their glass long gone. Roads were buried under sand and rubble, the once-bustling city reduced to silence.

I parked the ATRV and rolled out onto the edge of the building. The artificial sun, still functional from old orbital satellites, bathed the landscape in an eerie golden light.

[...It's kinda beautiful,] Diwa admitted softly.

I nodded. "Yeah. In a tragic way."

The planet was dead. There were no humans, no life, just the remnants of what once was. But in this silence, I found something unexpected—purpose.

I wasn't just looting this world. I was cleaning it. Restoring what I could, preserving what was left, and—if possible—finding a way to revive something from its ashes.

[What now?] Diwa asked, floating beside me.

I gazed at the distant horizon.

"Now?" I said. "We keep moving."

And so, our journey continued.

irst—thick plates of reinforced alloy locked together, their surfaces seamlessly fusing under controlled heat welding. The structure formed a sturdy base, one that could endure high-impact forces without bending under pressure.

Next, I integrated the suspension system, carefully assembling the six adaptive wheels with independent stabilizers, ensuring smooth maneuverability across rough terrain.

[Wheels, huh? Not treads?] Diwa asked.

"Treads are great for rough terrain but less efficient on flat surfaces," I explained. "This gives me versatility. If needed, I can swap them out later."

The power system came next—solar panels embedded into the frame, angled for maximum absorption. A secondary kinetic energy system would recycle energy from motion, keeping the vehicle charged even during extended travel.

Diwa hummed in approval. [Smart. That means as long as the sun exists, you won't be stranded.]

"Exactly," I said, installing the final touches to the cockpit—a reinforced canopy, sealed to protect against harsh winds, complete with an internal interface.

With the final adjustments made, I stepped back—or rather, rolled back—and admired my creation. The ATRV stood ready, sleek yet rugged, a reliable machine built for endurance.

I accessed the cockpit, connecting my internal systems to the vehicle. Diwa ran a quick diagnostic.

[All systems green. Energy charge at 78%. Ready for operation.]

"Perfect," I said, initiating the start-up sequence. The vehicle rumbled to life, its systems humming as it synced with my interface.

The landscape around me was nothing but a vast, empty wasteland now. The towering junk piles were gone, the buildings were erased, and only the wind howled across the desolate remains of a lost civilization.

[So… where to next?] Diwa asked.

I glanced at the distant horizon, where remnants of structures barely peeked through the dust.

"Let's find out," I said, accelerating forward. The ATRV surged ahead, kicking up dust as I left behind the empty graveyard of scrap.