Sprouts

The Kanebot is lying on its side, both of its weapon-arms blown off. Its sound-box must be completely mangled, because the only thing it gives off are occasional buzzing chirps, thick with static. Its red optical input blinks in and out like morse code. So far, pretty standard, if slightly unnerving. What is really weird, though, is the organic material that has taken root inside the box, curling into the circuitry, bright green veins feeding off the power source, and which is, oh yeah, currently curled around his ankle.