I am looking down on him from above, hovering or leaning over from the top of the stairs. His chair is on the landing and that’s where he sits, looking up through the ceiling as it’s long gone. The wood of the stairs is bleached and dry from being in the sun and his suit is torn and misshappen so you can see his wires. His metal body gleams in the places where it is visible, most notably his forehead.

His electric eyes glow faintly reddish brown and he just languidly regards the passing clouds through the missing roof

I know that he’s in love.

He has nothing to do since all the humans are long gone, so he goes on long exploratory walks around his house in neat concentric boxes. This method eventually took him down to the shore where he walked straight into the sea and met her there, chained to the sea floor.

He thinks of her as Henrietta, although she was never named. The humans didn’t name instruments of war usually, aside from numbers and dashes for inventory reasons. He thinks of this as vulgar, so she’s Henrietta. She’s waiting for her sensors to indicate that a warship is passing nearby so that she can explode enormously and tear it apart, but there are no longer any humans to drive such a ship.

Once he met her he stopped his concentric boxes, and now he just goes down to her every day until he has to come back and recharge. He’s working on the chain that has her so that she can come and live in his home with him, but it’s slow going. He has no tools, so he just scrapes with his hardened metal fingers. The chain metal is much lower quality, so he’s able to remove it bit by bit.

He sings to her as he works at her chain:

My lovely Henrietta, my gods have long expired
I will work until I free you, i swear upon my wires

His infinitely-repeated calculations indicate that she will be free in just under 94 years.

But this is merely a moment for an immortal robot and his undersea mine bride.