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An old character killed in the game, but revived as a robot in a different world.
The name is taken from the language of the world  universecontemplator
Means "condemned to live."

Inspired by my own old story

The fall from flight onto the scorched plain was not painful at all. Glancing around, the dragon rose to his feet. As far as the eye could see, it was a scorched wasteland, without the slightest sign of plants or buildings.
A clanking of metal sounded behind him. The dragon turned around in a leap and stared at the strange creature gleaming metal. It resembled a scorpion more than anything else. Eight strong paws, two massive claws, and a conspicuous tail. There was no semblance of a mouth, but the smooth metal started at the eyes and worked its way down into the belly.
- You don't belong here," the eyes glowed a "dead" blue color, and the enemy rushed to attack.
On reflex, the dragon quickly learned the pitfalls of a deaf defense. Short bursts of flame erupted from his claws, almost completely destroying the defense. A lightning bolt from his tail threw the dragon backward, shattering his chest.
Fury flooded the mind, the pain was gone. A few simple combat spells flew at the enemy. There was only soot on his armor. Rage completely consumed his consciousness. The dragon noted with an edge of his mind that the power of his attacks depended on his confidence in his own strength.
The first attacks did no damage, the second wave left visible dents and rips in the enemy's armor. Bouncing back to buy himself some time, the dragon prepared a more capacious and complex attack. Quite risky, but the dragon was confident in his abilities.
He stood on his hind legs and swung his front legs. The claws seemed to lengthen several dozen times, turning into deadly blades. The magical extension of the fingers swept down on the enemy, severing his limbs. The metallic scorpion either didn't possess a protective arsenal or relied on his armor. It didn't save him, for the dragon was aiming for the articulations.
With a rumble, the enemy collapsed onto its belly. The remnants of its paws, spattering steaming blood with a pungent, unpleasant odor, twitched several times. The dragon grinned contentedly, taking its time to lower itself to all paws. And instantly paid for it. He forgot about his tail. Another lightning bolt flew off him, tearing off his wing.
The dragon, mad with rage and pain, lunged forward, clawing at the metal with its paws and teeth. He paid no attention to the broken claws and teeth, driven by one idea: to rip out his tail, to deprive his enemy of his last weapon.
The crackle of the discharge was the result. Who knows what the future might have been like if the dragon hadn't had a penchant for the element of Air. Which came with natural electricity in the form of lightning. This discharge did not harm him. On the contrary, the dragon felt a surge of strength, clenching his teeth harder.

I realized what was happening. By the whim of the universe, one of the combat machines had acquired a faint semblance of personality. An element in the logical system that had been accidentally overlooked by the checker periodically malfunctioned, producing data that was completely unintended by the program. The machine had to learn how to integrate them into its system, not to the detriment of the combat mission. At one point, the central logic module "got the idea" to use these failures as an element of randomness. To calculate movements, evasions, and so on. And the freed capacities of the "pseudo-random number generator", which performed these tasks earlier, to include in the system.
The hidden firmware activated, just for such cases, ordered to deliver the data for analysis to the headquarters. The combat vehicle had not only the parameter of "combat effectiveness", in which the destruction of superior enemy forces at the cost of its own existence was acceptable. It could be called the instinct of self-preservation.
After sustaining critical damage, the failure unit issued another failure signal. The universe, or maybe God, took it as a request for rescue. And responded in its own way, putting two lives on the scales. The dragon and the car. In the end, only one would remain.
***
The bunker personnel kept a close eye on the instruments. At any moment a new hurricane of fire was ready to fall on the hushed battlefield. The limbs of the ruptured enemy vehicle twitched a few more times and fell silent.
The relaxation was brief. A faint glow enveloped the metal, and a moment later, clearly visible lightning tentacles began to scour the wreckage. Something they missed, something they pulled toward the hull of the battle robot. A coat of discharges hid what was happening from the observers' eyes, and the instruments went crazy. But no one, mesmerized by the spectacle, activated the combat systems.
Outside, a pop shook the air, followed by several more. Debris, identified by the bunker's automation as parts of orbital combat modules, tumbled to the ground from black holes. Two power reactors, engine parts, and a plasma gun. The latter, though damaged, had caused the system to ignore the living.
A shaft of fire and metal rained down on the field. The automatics wished to destroy the threat. Both the gun and the reactors had a high probability of damaging the bunker. The chance of their assembly was great. Such a small thing as the absence of an assembler was discarded by the automation.
When the dust kicked up by the hurricane fire had settled enough, an eerie sight came into view. Lightning tentacles continued to assemble something. The last pieces of armor were being attached to the gleaming body armor. There were no Rectors or guns in sight. The thing that the wreckage had turned into raised its head.
***
Several pairs of different sensors gave the dragon a complete picture of the world. Some of it was familiar to this world. Some of it was completely new. The dragon brought magic to it. The strange devices in its chest gave it ample energy. Opening its maw, it roared happily, then letting out all its anger.
A jet of flame struck, tearing down everything in its path. The mixture of powerful weapons and magic tore down hastily activated shields, burning out sensors and fusing metals into a monolith.
The dragon spread its wings, taking off.
***
One of the last active sensors showed the people in the command center a picture of what was happening. The creature, which only some of them, the oldest, had seen in children's books, spread its wings.
Rows of antigravs from the machinery that made the pattern of the wings look like feathers alternated with the "bones" of the traction engines. The monster rose above the ground. It looked around the scorched field. And it took off.