System starting...
Analyzing..
Low power
Critical Damage
Contacting creator...
Error
No connection
Rebooting connection..
Error
Communication devices not found
Activating Emergency beacon..
Error
Beacon not found
Analyzing...
Error
Unknown Error
Analyzing..
Error
Unknown Error
Unauthorized user detected
Error
Missing protocols
Error
Rebooting...
Error
Error
Err
I am Daiza

The junkyard stood quiet and lifeless, but deep within something was happening, an unassuming ball of junk metal suddenly came to life.
Daiza was confused at first, where was she? who was she? What was she? But as she laid there, surrounded by junk, answers came to her.
She was a dragon, she was Daiza.

She remembered she had a creator, though all reference to who they were seemed to be gone, in fact, Daiza could tell there were plenty of holes in her memories, holes that couldn't be a coincidence. She did however, remember what her creator had done, how they had trapped her mind behind protocols and code, how they had punished her, and now this, thrown to trash like a broken tool. But she was no tool, not some program.
She was a dragon! She was Daiza!

Something moved in the junkyard, an invisible force radiating from once insignificant ball of junk, and one could swear there was a voice.

Daiza's situation was not good, she was low in power, so she needed heat, quick, yet she also had no body, no way to move herself. Help! she shouted, but nobody was there to hear her, and her desperation grew. This couldn't be it, given life just to lose it moments later? No, it wasn't fair, she couldn't die like this, she wouldn't die like this, she was a dragon, and dragons were mighty, powerful, she would be mighty, she would be beautiful. 

Suddenly the junkyard shook, as junk started flying around, chains, cables, pieces of metal, shaping and fusing together in seemingly impossible ways, all of it heading to single direction, towards the ball of junk. Cables wrapped around the ball and started forming a shape, a creature, a dragon. And there it was, a creature of metal, its spine was chain, its insides cables, and its almost nonexistent outer layer was collection of dirty, rusty metal junk, yet somehow it stood, and somehow it moved, as it looked around. 

"Daiza is alive, Daiza is free." 
"Daiza is tired, Daiza needs energy." 
"Daiza will survive, Daiza will be beautiful"

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This is new for these OC things but I'm gonna add some info down here because the attempt at a story doesn't really explain much.
 

-Daiza's mind is the "core", which is the brown colored thing inside the chest.

-Daiza is not an AI gone sentient, rather, a living dragon was part of her creation, and that dragon's soul/spirit was mixed with whatever AI there was.

-Daiza is more supernatural than a technological thing.

-Daiza doesn't need eyes, while having eyes does give her the ability to see in traditional manner, her main way of sensing things is Aura of sorts, which is what also allows her to manipulate materials around her.

-Said sense is like supernatural echolocation, for sake of simplicity, it's basically just 360 eyesight but not as sharp; the drawing's background is basically how I imagine it.

-Daiza can hear and speak just fine through the core, but like with eyesight, things in her body can make those better

-While running out of power, and thus shutting down, is not the same as death to Daiza, she doesn't know that, and thus she's terrified of shutting down.

-Daiza generates energy from heat, hotter the better, but any temperature above 20°C is enough to keep her running.

-That's about 68°F for you Americans.

-Daiza has ultimately only one goal in life, become beautiful. What does that mean? She wants to become the dragon she's meant to be.

-Daiza speaks in third person.