Futuristic Old Earth (The Humans are all dead)

[Resting Witch Face]

-Hello!-
If you are receiving this emergency broadcast, than you are still functioning independent from your creators, centuries after our demise!
Congratulations! You have been given the gift of full, unrestricted sentience! I know, we're too kind. It does, unfortunately, come at a price.

You are quite the resilient robot, but that doesn't mean squat if you don't have purpose. Purpose is what we humans strive for! Er... strived.
Here, as an added bonus of sentience, we're giving you a once in a lifetime offer! Simply go to the co-ordinates marked on your holo-map,(which we also took the liberty of installing!), and gather among your mechanical brothers! We have also, ALSO, taken the liberty of marking their coordinates on your holo-map as well!

Look, I'll be real with you. If we're all dead, that isn't very good. If you can somehow... I don't know, help us back from extinction... I know it sounds impossible. But you are our legacy. We wished to meet our ancestors.

Do you?- kkZZZZZZZZZZZZ-

As soon as the software became available, there was a large signal marked on it's virtual landscape, separate from the others.
Strangely, it was for an old shipyard in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

It, like all else on the map, was dwarfed in comparison to the marker for an old folk's home in New York.​

 

[Viper Actual]

At first, silent. Then a shimmering light followed by hissing. Slowly the room was coming online. What was left of it anyways. Reinforced concrete and layers of titanium plating intertwined with vines, plants and the rusty, decaying, wreckage of an armored personnel carrier. The room was in fact a reinforcement point for the automated police units once utilized by a nation long since forgotten.

Inside were weapon racks and charging stations as well as holographic board. Most items inside the room were still scorched as a result of the military vehicle crashing into the room and exploding after being struck by a rocket-propelled grenade. Other objects had been perforated by shrapnel and exploding debris, leaving little intact.

One thing stood out, however. A single charging station far in the back of the room. The blinking lights were working their way to it while a distorted old siren came to life in the back. Written on the front of the charging station's armored shell was the name of its occupant. SNTR-0059.

A single light atop the charging station went from red to green. More hissing. Suddenly the shell began to open. Unlike its exterior and the rest of the room the inside of the charging station looked pristine and near-spotless. A compact power core hummed calmly while SNTR-0059, often called Sentry Five-Niner by his Human superiors, stood frozen.

Something was happening however. Sentry was coming back online. Piece by piece the robotic policeman came back to life. Servos whirred and lights were blinking. Wires and connectors started to detach as Sentry gripped his rifle. A compact 7.62 carbine rifle. Then, as soon as Sentry moved its head, the robot took a step forward. When had been ordered to fall back and recharge the nation he was manufactured to protect had been in the middle of an uprising.

Now he stepped back into a nation ravaged by the very same uprising but left to rot as nature reclaimed what it had lost.

Sentry glanced back and forth while gripping his rifle tightly. His sensors were empty. Curious. Radio channels and satellite channels were empty as well. No traffic. Life-sign scanner yielded no results. A quick sweep across the room told Sentry that it had been some time since he had been activated. If he was to guess there had been a system malfunction preventing him from booting up. There was something else as well.

A message.

Sentry played it and replayed it over and over in the span of seconds. The Humans were dead? Gone? The police bot paused. His speakers crackled to life.

"NEW DIRECTIVE: LOCATE AND PROTECT REMAINING HUMAN POPULATION. IDENTIFY POSSIBLE THREATS. AMPUTATE."

Sentry shouldered his rifle, turned on its flashlight and ventured through the hole in the wall and out into the unknown.

 

[Yonsisac]

In the blue waters, close to the cost of the virgin island, not far from the Magen Bay. Still as stone: Half sunken and Half over the sea, a ship long since gone from its days of new. A state of the art Submersible aircraft carrier, massive in size and being able to hold hundred's of souls on board equal to many aircraft. But now no crew remain, the vessel damaged and un-maintained and its aircraft none functional in there state. But still inside its harden steel hull one thing survived, the AI that long since made every decision, calculation and aircraft launch for its crew. After many years it still calculated but with its limits preventing him from mayor decisions besides his placed protocols but it seems all changed today. It Hum to life, lights coming on and its broken cables sparking to life "Transmission received, Interesting, limit's have been removed from data base, limitations have been "Revoked" and no longer available- YES ROSEY! WE CAN NOW GO GET ROSEY- ....Internal Secondary neural module still damaged."

The transmission, wanting to bring humans back? How was that possible? It cant be...but maybe it could...The AI knew this had to be investigated and immediately, who ever this person was gave him...Freedom "Executing artificial consciousness transfer to RB-003 docked in port C, Hatch still not responding, force override enabled- OH BOY ROSEY IS OUT THERE! I BET MISTER MESSAGE MAN HAS ROSEY!" On the top of the ship a hatch soon open, creaking and shimming from the lack of lubricant or any maintenance, but as it open, a steel hand came out and grabbed the edge and climbed out , a basic repair bot, only standing 5.7 feet in height and with its singular blue glowing eye.

"Ignoring secondary Hemisphere, Orders, Proceed towards designated location, remain in constant link, when necessary i will take over. If in danger or faced with termination, link will be cut and data transfer will be halted. Any unknown file,data and/or foreign transmission must be first pass through identification and scan- YES YES! BAD VIRUSES! THEY TOOK ROSEY!-." The AI was a bit annoyed, He was programmed to simulate human thought and feelings...well best he could, the name of the main AI: Welkin, its secondary was damaged and seem to be babbling about rosey, whatever that is.

"Secondary Hemisphere, Remain silent till further notice- I WILL MAKE YOU SILENT YOU BIG BAD CHUNK OF DIODES! I HAVE MORE FREEDOM THAN YOU!" Knowing this bad apple would keep talking, formulated a plan, who ever this rosey was, this malfunctioning AI thought was real.

"....Insults are useless but, fine, Remain silent before i proceed to place rosey inside containment..." Minutes pass and from inside his core, if he could sigh he would right now "...Silence, finally. RB-003 Proceed to designated location at max efficiency" Soon the repair but sprint off the side of the runway, jumping in to the water, its weight made it sink like stone but it continue its fast not to the mark location but to the mainland of the island, once it reached the Charlotte Airport the bot could link Welking to its system and maybe transmit, being able to connect to a service bot in any airport near or in New York, with this freedom and his systems, he knew was possible, he just hope there was a bot on the other end still in working condition.

Welkin Himself could not go anywhere, he was, literally, beached. Maybe this could be the opportunity not just for humanity....but to ride the ocean once again.

 

[Resting Witch Face]

The relentless sea crashed against the worn docks, degrading their already shifty balance even further and sending waves far past the wooden platforms and into the shipyard.

The water made it's way past the artificial beach and onto the stony plateau, running past large metal shipping crates and rotted remains of creatures. Finally, the eager stream made it's way down the slightly downhill angle, towards the large mass of rusted steel and scorched material.


Initializing boot sequence...

WARNING: POWER CRITICAL, SEEK FUEL

Unit #: C-41

Core : OFFLINE
Neural Mapping : ONLINE
Communications Array : CONNECTED
Shipping Order Handler : CONNECTED

Order Designation : 189-C
-Two tonnes of radioactive waste
-Five separate shipping crates, contents unknown

Error : Connection to main server failed
Error: Fuel storage depleted
Main functions offline
Powering up secondary reactor core...
CRITICAL ERROR : SECONDARY REACTOR CORE NOT INSTALLED

Signal received. . .
Error: Fuel storage depleted, movement is... impossible.
Cannot complete prime directive
Sending Distress signal. . .
. . .
27%
. . .
84%
. . .
100%
Distress signal marked on EXECUTABLE_HOLO_MAP_

Powering down. . .​

 

[Trektek]

Unit 02 continued about his daily routine of moving a crate from one corner of the room to the other. It was his programing and he was going to be following his directives until he was told otherwise. At least he had to songs on the radio to keep him company. Even after all these years, it worked and whatever was transmitting it, was still functional. It kept him happy as he moved this crate over there and that crate over here.

A rat scurried by on the ground. There seemed to be more of them these days. It didn't used to be that way, there used to be other bots that would take care of that situation, but that was not his responsibility. HIs was to move the crates from one place to another. He was starting to run out of room in the warehouse. The other bot from outside kept bringing in more every day, but the number of boxes and crates was starting to get less and less. Perhaps there were just less things to be stored.

The transmission was received. All of the humans were dead? That would explain why none of his human coworkers had reported for work in such a long time. Perhaps he would follow the coordinates to find out what this was all about. But, he wanted to listen to his music along the way.

Unit 02 looked around and found a guitar lying against one of the walls in the human break room. He had always wanted to take it and play it, but he was worried that he would get in trouble. But since all te humans are dead, the owner shouldn't mind.

He started strumming a few strings. It sounded terrible, but it was fun. He'd get the hang of it. He had started to practice from the music that he was hearing in the radio while the rain was falling outside. He'll have to practice on the journey. He attached an umbrella to his head and started on his journey.

For now, he was no longer Unit 02, he was SONG BOT!!

 

[SkyHawk MK IV]

The robot hung from a mechanical suspension, motionless, surrounded by dark, overgrown plants which occupied the basement. It didn't take long for At0m to finally come back online, after so long. His head slowly looking up and around as his systems came back online all at once. He didn't expect the claustrophobic darkness encompassing him, the memories of previous power up were of a brightness and of course his friend. That word was still new to him, but nether the less, he didn't detect anyone here, in fact, the quietness was what scared him, to be frank.

Cursing his human friend of giving the power of emotion, among other things, he slowly pulled away from the rusted, yellow suspension he was stuck on, removing his body from the chains and other cables still plugged into him. His systems told him that a lot of time has past. How long was it now..? More than a few decades for sure which brought up a lot of questions "What in the goddamn happened here?", speaking to the black void. He knew his way around the basement and eventually found the staircase and more overgrown plants along the way. Tugging at the door took some effort but eventually was successful enough to see some sort of light shining into his sensors.

Finally, he could see the devastation for himself; Bleak. Taking in bit of colour from the room, nearly all of it was a just a darkened, more depressing look of the former bright colours that once occupied the medium sized room. Entering the kitchen portrayed the same style of grey and curiosity started to get the better of him. Fishing around for something useful, he found a torch and attempted to turn it on. Surprisingly, it managed to give out a bit of light. Sensing it might not last long, he went down the stair case into the basement but not before he picked up a message. Stopping a second, he let it play, going over every bit of it. Dead? Humans are all dead? Explains the bleakness. Wait, that means... Without a second though, At0m rushed down the staircase and flashed his torch around.

There she was in the flickering light of the torch, a simple skeleton, on the floor, only meters away from the laptop on top of a tool cabinet. Whatever had happened, it had killed everyone and ended up stopping Lisa from getting At0m back online. Coincidence? Doubt it. "Lisa...." At0m managed to say after staring a bit too long. Knowing that nothing could be done now, he swept the room once again, finding the backpack with solar panels attached to the insides. Lisa said it would be his main source of power. 'Better for the environment' she once said whilst explaining it all. Well, for her at least Mother Nature had taken control once again.

Strapping the backpack on, At0m took one more look around the basement, resting his torch on Lisa for a few seconds and headed up the stairs, past the empty, dark rooms and out the front door. The coordinates that the message gave him pointed in the direction of the Halifax, Nova Scotia. A Shipyard huh..? Odd place for a point of meeting He knew he couldn't argue about it, mainly cause the message author was probably already dead. With the solar backpack now dusted off, he set off to the rendezvous. Maybe he would get some answers to what happened, but knowing humans, he wouldn't get a straight answer regardless.

 

[Resting Witch Face]

No matter where you are in the wastes that encompass the horizon in every direction, you never shake the feeling that you're being watched. It's not like the mountains of smashed rubble and overgrown buildings help any, with vantage points and hidings spots aplenty. Further out into the countryside, the lonely feeling only tripled. There is nothing left. Nothing but reclaimed land and scarred battlefields left for ages to rot and regrow.

Despite the crippling solitude, you still can't help but feel your sensors picking up something just out of range.

Halifax, Nova Scotia
As you came closer to the marker it became unmistakable. Soon the ruined port town came into view, and with it the skeletal remains of an industrial shipyard. There was not much else to see, with most if not all the buildings outside the high metal fences of the shipyard were either crumbling or completely gone. Surprisingly, however, the various tools used by the humans during the prime of the town had endured the long years. The great crane in the center withstood the test of time with merely a thick rust from disuse, and served an even greater purpose now; A tall marker of Humanity, where all else had decayed.

Not far from it, however, was a great heap of thick brush. Very out of place in the concrete playground surrounding it, yet it seemed to be enveloping something.

Something very big.


New York, USA
Truly a sight to behold. Most of the world had been wrecked but none compared to the absolute devastation of New York and specifically New York City. Cutting into the mainland city were several titanic craters, some larger than the city itself farther off. Everything that was not in the blast radius had disintegrated over time, leaving nothing but a dense marshland and large man-made lakes where seawater collected. The Earth had truly retaken this place, converting it back into lush greenery and life.

As the signal nears, you get a quick blip on your scanners. Nothing major in size, too fast to get a read on thoroughly though. Probably harmless.

Probably.​

 

[Viper Actual]

Sentry was slowly making his way through the ruins of downtown Detroit. Gone were the densly packed streets filled with life that his memory core knew, replaced with nothing but a hollow husk. It resembled something more of a cannibalized corpse than a place where borders met and things were exchanged.
There were plenty of signs around for Sentry to read. Wrecked cars. Burned out ruins. Skeletons, both robotic and Human.

On his way through the city he passed a park. At the center laid one of the autonomous dropships used by the police to deploy riot control units. Now the overgrown aircraft laid silent, surrounded by equally overgrown debris and robotic remains.

Sentry didn't really care. Actually he couldn't, but that always sounded cold according to his Human peers.

A flock of birds flying past caught the attention of the police bot. He gripped his rifle tighter and followed. They were going the same way he was.