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Futuristic The Night Was Calm

ShakinMcBacon

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The night was calm. A slight breeze rustled the boy’s hair, playing it across his pale forehead. He was tall for his age, and is hair was fair despite his dirtiness. His youthfulness contrasted sharply against the bleak and ruined buildings, which rose tall and dark into the night sky. An empty sack was in his hand, and he picked his way through the rubble towards a crumbling factory. The company sign had worn off long ago.


He produced a small lamp from a satchel slung over his shoulder, and the pale light casted upon the dark interior. What was once a reception, some ruined chairs, a destroyed vending machine, all covered in a film of dust within the small lobby. The boy rubbed away the light brown dust on the drink machine, but saw it was empty. Moving on, he opened a heavy metal door, grunting with exertion. The hinges moaned and protested, but the door swung open into the large assembly chamber. Lifting the lamp and peering into the darkness, he could just make out the shape of a machine. Climbing down the metal catwalk, the stairs long rusted away, he approached the seemingly massive machine. He tried to imagine it functioning, the noise, the steam, the gleaming metal men marching out of it. The boy had only seen the rusted remnants of a shiny man, but had listened to his grandfather talk of them. He had called them ‘robots’, and spoke of their servitude to humans. He also spoke of the horrors they had committed, after the ‘Great Shift’. Thoughts aside, he set to work looking for the items his father needed: a few batteries, some Old World books, as much wire as he could carry. While prying a particularly bothersome clump of wires from the machine, he noticed a dull, amber light somewhere deeper in the factory. Frowning, he approached it warily, lifting the lamp higher and casting its light onto the source of the amber glow. It was robot lying against another machine, it’s body rusted and in pieces. Only it’s head was intact, and the glow was produced by its mechanical eyes.
"System protocol: boot phase imminent: systems in critical condition: routi-” the robot’s metallic voice was cut off abruptly as the boy swung a piece of pipe with all his strength, crushing the head. The amber light faded away, and the factory fell silent once more. Shaking his head, the boy dropped the pipe and walked back to the machine. He turned back to the wire, and tugged it free with a metallic snap.






~Quick note: the setting is a bleakish sci-fi, similar to Isaac Asimov. The three laws of robotics mentioned in his books will be present, if you aren't familiar with them, then no problem. World is in no way fully fleshed out, so feel free to add your own lore. Jump in any time, only looking for one person. If you want more info on the world or my character, pm me~
 

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