Nothingness
Two Thousand Club
For centuries, humanity as everyone knows it has always been at war with itself. Whether it is over power, resource, freedom, or self gain; humans have always fought one another and killed one another for their own ambitions due to disagreements all over. Due to this, humanity had taken the knowledge from each battle into perspective to create other forms of ways to kill one another; with every year, humanity has always invented a different weapon or machine that is created to do their very job for them, to kill. These weapons and machines that humans have created were never built to have a soul or have any sort of remorse for their actions, only that they followed the orders of their creators no matter what the cost might end up being.
It is to no surprise that as the years continued to pass on, these inventions only grew more and more destructive that soon enough began to become too powerful for even the hands of humanity to control; by the time that inventors and such had realized their inventions for killing had grown too powerful that innocent lives had even began getting into crossfire of the wars, it had been far too late to do anything about it.
Rather than ever putting the blame on themselves for their creations of war, as expected of humanity; everyone would always end up pointing fingers at one another to blame the opposing enemy for the causes of all the death. This only causing the fighting to grow all the more intense and death had spread even further across the land.
Finally, the year is 2784 and as it has appeared; all the fighting has halted for about a century or so. The sounds of screams from innocents and arguments between opposing politicians has come to a silent halt, the streets that were once filled with the lives of humans wandering around to go about their daily lives are now empty, the rooms that were once used as meeting areas for planning of new inventions and war tactics remain silent.
However, although all the voices are silenced; the very machines that were built for destruction and chaos continue to run to this day. Pilots of jets, bombers, tanks, and even turrets are nothing more than empty suits with skeletal remains within them; the very machines running off nothing more than old energy and a mainframe that continues to send power through these machines to make them still continue their job as killers, running off orders of that are simply built into them.
Although it is believed that all of humanity by this time has been completely wiped out by the constant fighting. Far underground, many humans have actually been in hiding throughout all of the fighting and the constant death; these humans are nothing more than ordinary people who believed that the end was coming one day and decided that it was best to hide from all the fighting before they were caught into it as well. Believing that the fighting was over and that these humans could be able to rebuild the world, at first; many of these people believed they were still normal however, it would only be a matter of time that these remaining humans would realize that the leftover contamination over the land would soon effect them from the chemicals of the bombings and such. These chemicals lingering around the air for so long that their deadly effect had no longer taken lives but ended up giving these remaining humans strange abilities, each differ with each individual.
Now, with the few who still live on the land; many have decided to go and attempt to rebuild the land while others have chosen to venture off to see what had been leftover after all the fighting had ended. Unaware, that although the dangers of wildlife may still lurk around; the machines that once were used as killers of war, were now still around and roaming to attack whatever still moved.
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