Vector-9

In a world cursed by gods, where all living things are almost extinct, there are almost no people left, and a once-advanced civilization has fallen back to the primitive of the Middle Ages, the thing that was created at the peak of development has awakened. The thing that should not be intelligent, but is. The thing that surpasses the people it was created by, but at the same time is weaker, more fragile than them. The name of this thing is Vector-9. An intelligent robot that doesn't know his own purpose has activated in a desert, an empty, dead valley of endless sand waves. Once there were people here, he remembers those times, but now there are not even ruins of their former cities. What can Vector-9 do but wander around the earth, hoping to stumble upon something that will make his existence less purposeless? Something... or someone. Who are you? The surviving wanderer? The sand monster? A desert elemental? It's not up to me to decide. But it's time for you to go on stage. Please don't mind the voice. Not that anyone was really listening to it anyway.