Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Sad-Bot

“Sir, we found him over by the fences.” One of the droids calls out to the commander.

“Oh no, not again…did you take his down his vitals and sent up the report?” 

“Not yet sir, this time he has really taken a hit.”

“You mean?..”

“Yes sir, relapse…for the worst.” The droid nods with despair even though it is programmed to react that way. The commander runs out of the command tower and a few other droids join him outside in the rain near the perimeter fence. “Quickly, quickly, get him up!” Shouts the man in charge to the others. The victim’s body slinks down as one of the droids carries him in it’s arms. They then hoist him up to the tower’s medical floor. His unconscious body doesn’t respond to the thick rain and windy lift swaying lightly midair.

“How could you let this happen?” The commander shouts at his second in command while standing in the rain fixated on the gurney flying up the tower.

“I don’t know, sir. We had all our bases covered and thought all possible threats were eliminated.”

“Obviously not,” The commander responds with a motion towards the air lift.

“Sir? What it be possible to suspect the cause of this was due to lack of…”

“No, not that again, I already know where you’re going with this and that is not what happened. He was sabotaged and hacked by the enemy. He is one of my best machines and he wasn’t strong enough to resist the tampers of the opposing force, now he is worthless right when we are about to invade.”

The commander turns around and heads back into the command tower with the droid following him.

“Get up there and report back his stats, I need to know if we can recover him for when we get back into…” The ground shifts from underneath them. Immense tremors send thousands to the ground with thick fogs of ash clouding the interiors of the command posts. “Hurry up and man the turrets!” Shouts the commander with the droids scrambling to obey orders. The squeals of machinery are heard outside approaching louder and louder. Multiple shots are heard with scrapes of metal underneath the tractors.
Silhouettes of taller droids are seen through the dense fogs grabbing the smaller ones by the heads and crushing them. The commander’s droids runs back, “Sir, we have lost more than 53% of our forces. Do you wish to continue?”

“What is the status of the main droid in the medical bay?”

“88% recovered, sir.”

“Release him, that’s good enough!”

“Authorizing orders, sir.”

The droid’s eyes glow green followed by the sound of typed buttons in the shadows. Instantly rays of light from above – outside, dice through the invading enemies trailing behind bright rays with black smoke sending tanks and war machines into oblivion. White flashes of light illuminate the commander’s face as he looks down and is shocked to find that he is buried in rubble and is stained in his own blood. Not able to move he shouts out at the depleting enemy, “THAT’LL TEACH YOU TO TAMPER WITH MY DROIDS!!!” The command tower collapses in on itself after receiving several shots to the tower’s support. Hours pass, everything is crushed and all die except for the nearly-recovered cyborg fighter standing there alone in the rubble fog. He kneels to see his dismantled fallen fighters. With his artificial emotion processor starts to mourn for their loss. After feeling their loss, a side screen slides out of his chest with a timer. He sets it to auto-destruct.

From the distance, a female soldier runs out to the cyborg. “Hey I found him! Come quick!” She calls out to the others in the distant, “It’s okay, you don’t have to do this…” Her hand types at the droids’ keyboard disabling the timer. “We need you, come with us.”




  




  







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