Not far from the entrance
It was dark. He was sure his eyes were open but it was dark, and his body felt itchy and strange and heated. He was suffocating, that had to be it, it was a strain to move. His limbs were difficult to move, so of course that meant he started flailing, just to prove they worked, and somehow the weight was off completely. So he stumbled to the side and clanged into the nearby wall. He rolled his front to his back and front again, scrambling to hold onto the wall. What was this?
Out of no where a crisp British tone said something, and he didn't listen, because suffocating, but eventually the command was followed and the world exploded into color. He could see! If he was able to pump his arms into the air in triumph, he would have, but he lost balance trying to do it. It was strange, and he looked around, this wasn't like anything he'd seen before. He kept scrambling against the wall and walking, heavy steps, and then looked up to see a reflection in one of the store windows.
"ROBOT! I'M A ROBOT!" he shouted, at first in horror and then abruptly burst into peals of laughter. He'd never seen a body like this before, but no wonder there were gear sounds and everything was heavy, so heavy. But it wasn't just a robot, he thought he heard a heart, a thump thump, or was it a whirl. The British voice was very polite and queried about him, it said he wasn't a robot, but there was evidence, right there. His arms were red and his eyes were white in a face of metal.
Ow ow ow everything was tight and he didn't like it. He tentatively tried to walk away from the wall ... and faceplanted right on the ground. And there he stayed. Arms flailing helplessly to the side like he was trying to swim. "HELP MEEEEEE!"