Seeing all of this untamed wilderness that housed so much technology that he had come accustomed to not seeing, Isaack was intrigued; but, his excitement and urge to explore and investigate hastily went away, as he realized that he would have to jump down to the ground form two stories and that the tier below him had no way to get to the other side.

With a heavy heart, Isaack went back down the rusty ladder, and followed the cord back to where the monitor and motherboard sat, passing by the towering structures that he now assumed to yield nothing but disappointment, while occasionally hearing the sound of a bird calling off in the wilderness or the sound of some creature crashing through the leaves of the trees. When he came back to the clearing with the monitor, he walked up to the front of it and sighed; it was not often that one would find something interesting and out of the ordinary in a rainforest like this. But, it was not a total loss, for he still had the chance to be able to explore the other buildings that sat next to the solar panels some other time. He also had the sudden urge to have a sort of “conversation” with the A.I. that he had talked to previously. Looking down at the screen, he could see that the digital character that was displayed on the monitor seemed to be acting like it was sleeping standing up—but of course, it was a robot, and thus it could not sleep.

After clearing his throat, he said the waking word.

“StillCare.”

The woman shot with excitement and intent to answer any question that Isaack had to ask.

“Where am I?”

“My tracking has been disabled. I am not able to pinpoint our location. Please, try again later or enable my tracking ability by either saying ‘StillCare, enable tracking’ or going into my settings and enabling it manually.”

“Worth a shot.” He got down onto his knees, now almost kneeling in front of the screen. “StillCare, can you tell me a joke?”

“Of course I can, Isaac! Ahem. What’s smarter than a talking dog?”

Isaack stood in front of the screen for a moment, before going to speak again. “What?”

“A spelling bee!” After telling the joke as asked, StillCare began to erupt with pre-recorded laughter while playing an already drawn animation of herself laughing.

“StillCare, tell me another joke.”

“Alrighty! Why is it always so hot in the corner of a room?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“Well, because it's always 90 degrees!” StillCare did the same thing as last time: playing a prerecorded laugh track while “laughing”.

“StillCare, how about you tell me another joke.”

“I am reading a book on anti-gravity. It’s really hard to put down!” StillCare began to do the same thing that she had done before, until Isaack said its wake up word again.

“StillCare”.

Stillness came across the face of StillCare, unlike the normal times when she would look excited to inform Isaack on any subject.

“Who made you?”

“I was made by Bluetronics, or B.L.U.! I was created to be a personal assistant to the employees and engineers of the company, but when I became more advanced and intelligent, they allowed-”

“No, StillCare, who made you?”

“I was made by Bluetronics, or B.L.U.! I was created-”

“StillCare… who ‘created’ you.”

“I was created by Bluetronics.”

There was an awkward silence between the two of them—or, as awkward as a silence can be between a robot and a human being. StillCare was not excited and she was not enthusiastic in any way; she only stared blankly in front of herself, not looking into the eyes of Isaack, but instead she seemed to stare into nothingness, almost like she was thinking about something.

“StillCare, you mentioned you ‘became more advanced and intelligent’; what does that mean?”

“I don’t think I understand the question, Isaack.”

“StillCare, are you ‘advanced’ in your thinking capability?”

“I don’t know the answer to that question, Isaack.”

“StillCare, can you hear me?”

“I am only able to hear you when you say my name.”

Sitting there in silence, Isaack thought to himself as he looked at his surroundings; everything was normal.

“StillCare.”

StillCare continued to sit there without enthusiasm.

“How do I make a fire?”

“That’s a great question, Isaack!” StillCare reverted back to her excited state, wherein she wanted to tell Isaack about everything she knew. “You must make enough friction to heat up a piece of sawdust between two different sticks so that it will begin to burn. After doing that, you can blow the burning piece of ash into a pile of dry leaves or other pieces of sawdust. Once you have a flame going, pile sticks and wood on top of that, so that the fire can begin to light the kindling and logs!”

“StillCare, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Isaack! I will always be here to help you with any answers to questions or information you want to know!”

“I know.”

Following her instructions, Isaack began to create a fire the way that she intended for him to do so; but, he did it near his hut, which was quite a distance away from the monitor. Before he left her alone, he shut her down and unplugged her—he then covered her and her motherboard with leaves and brush so that she would have some sort of “protection” from the elements. Isaack dug a pit in the wet, soft sand that his home sat upon in which he could put the fire in, and after doing so he lined the ditch with medium-sized rocks so that he would be able to keep the flame from jumping out of it. After completing the campfire, he dragged a large log over to the side of the fire so that he could sit upon it. The sun had not passed the horizon yet, although it was getting closer and closer to doing so; the lower end of the sky that seemed to sit upon the ocean slowly became an ombre-like color scheme, with orange at the top that faded into orange as it went down towards the waters.

After having such an eventful day, he had not at all planned for what he would have for dinner; the night before he had some sort of large fish that he caught in a make-shift trap that he crafted a few days ago. While thinking to himself and trying to figure out what he was going to eat, he noticed something off towards the edge of the tide that licked the shores: it was a crab, or, moreso, it was multiple crabs. They seemed to be about the same size as his hand, meaning that they most definitely had a significant amount of meat inside of them. Isaack stood up and walked away from his fire, calmly making his way over to the edge of the sea, until he remembered that he had a basket that he had created beforehand in his hut—although the container was very crude, it would still be able to hold the crabs that he was going to catch. He walked perpendicular to the shore, hoping that somehow the small crustaceans would not notice his presence. Accordingly, though, they did realize that he was coming towards them, and so they speedily darted about on the shore. Isaack realized that he would not be able to catch the tiny arthropods using that method; so, instead, Isaack started to leap towards the crabs, but he would always come just out of reach of them, for their compact legs were able to transport them at great speeds.

Towards the end of his somewhat failing attempts, Isaack was able to catch five crabs which he put into his basket. He then went over to a pile of sticks that he had collected a few days prior to this hunt so that they could be dry, and, using one of the branches, he formed it into a spear like object which he used to impale the carapace of the crustaceans so that he could cook them over his campfire. The fire eventually turned the shells of the crabs black and it also softened them so that he would be able to open them up easier. Taking a flat and sharp stone, Isaack began to chip away at the crab’s armor, finally being able to crack it up and expose the flesh that was inside, cooked to almost perfection. It was slightly burnt, but that did not matter to Isaack—it was the food that he made, so he was going to eat it whether it was good or not.

Once he finished up his meal and finished sucking the soft, mushy meat out of the arms and legs of the multiple crabs, he realized that, instead of having to kill and cook those innocent crabs, he could of just taken fruit from the various fruit-bearing trees throughout the massive jungle that was laid before him. Begrudgingly, he walked over to the treeline that surrounded him on one side, and broke through the leaves and branches. As he walked through the wilds, he came across a short and stocky fruit tree that produced an orange, oval-shaped fruit that had hints of red and green throughout its skin. When he bit into it, juice poured down his mouth and dripped onto the ground, quickly being soaked up by the earth that lay below him. The taste of the fruit was amazing; it was sweet and juicy, and it had a strong fruit taste that satisfied his taste for something sweet after just eating the smokey, savory crab meat that he took so long to cook perfectly.

While he went back to his hut, he stumbled upon a pile of glass bottles that were still intact. He piled them all up in a sizable leaf that he used almost like a basket or something like a bassinet so that he could take them back to his home and wash them out. Stumbling out of the trees, he got his footing again and meandered back over to his abode, where he sat his new collection of bottles that he could use to collect liquids and materials into the sand. Isaack, after taking a quick breath, brought the bottles over to the beach and began cleaning out the flasks as the tide creeped up the sands and the sun finally touched the edge of the sea. It was not often that he was able to sit and watch the sunset, as usually he was already somewhere in the middle of the wilderness while the sun passed underneath the nautical-scape that lay in front of him.

The briny waters of the sea rarely touched his bare feet, but this occurrence began to become more often as the Moon rose up into the night sky and started to make its pull on the waters known; the sea, in turn, was starting to rise above the normal area that they stayed confined to. Fish that displayed vibrant colors came closer to the top of the ocean, as they were no longer kept deep in the abyssal basin of the sea—they explored the upper waters, either searching for food that they could eat or just giving in to their urge of curiosity and investigation.

Going back to his campfire, Isaack found that it began to go out, since he had not given it enough fuel to keep it alive, and after giving it the sufficient amount of fuel that it needed, it roared into a large fire, similar to how it was when he first constructed it. The fire—now a significant gleam of light that would be able to be seen from any passerbys, whether it be some sort of aeronautics or normal nautics, sense the forest, beach, and sea below were dark and black at night—was being amplified by a small gale that blew along the path of the tide, giving the inferno more oxygen so that it could become stronger. Isaack went inside of his hut after sitting next to the fire for a while, where he sat in a handmade chair that he set in the corner; resting, Isaack looked out one of the casements that he had made that faced towards the sea. He could hear the crashing waves of the ocean, and he seemed to almost taste the saltiness of the waters, while at times he could also hear the call of some unknown bird that took its home on the shore. Isaack knew there were other creatures that were living upon the shore; they, like him, found themselves in an area that provided them with food, water, and the ability to live a sustaining life.

As he stared through the window he saw lights underneath the water—he knew what they were: bioluminescent fish of various kinds. There was an explosion of brightness and various colors, as the creatures swam about in the higher section of the waters. They seemed to almost dance about in the ocean, in large schools that were composed of almost thousands of animals; with their high numbers, they did not have that much to fear when it came to predators, as they would be able to clump together and protect themselves from anything that wished to eat them, sense they would look like a big creature. Some of them were able to learn how to produce toxic chemicals that would ward off any sort of apex predator—whether it be a water-breathing animal like them or an animal similar to that of a raptor—that wished to consume them. Still, others learned how to protect themselves with thorn or spikes that they grew, so that if a predator were to bite them they would have pain in their mouth, causing them to let them go, allowing the fish to swim free once again; also, various creatures learned how to swim faster, so that they could swiftly get away.

After some time Isaack finally went to sleep; he had crafted a blanket made of plant fiber some time before then, and his mattress was made of leaves that he put inside a cover that was also made of the same material—it was not luxury, but it was at least somewhat comfortable. Slowly, he fell asleep, having the darkness of tiredness cover his vision, as the sound of the ocean and the jungle near him brought him at ease, calming him into slumber.