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This was inspired by Ohhithere's blog contest's round one theme of Dystopia.
Sigh "If he carries through on his threat, and I can't find anyone, I'll need to find a new place to crash. Heh, I might join a group of Anti-Cyberlutionaries if they'll let me in." I said to myself.
-Fat chance, I wonder what he'll think about this converation you've been having with yourself?- my com-device replied warningly.
"W-What? I thought I had turned it off!" I snapped back.
-Yeah, we disabled that feature when you made it a habit to turn it off while you were out. We did it the last time we repaired it.- it told me.
"I'm going to have a chat with him when I get back." I replied.
-Don't worry, he's been listening in. You have an hour to gether your stuff and get out.- it tells me.
"Great! Just great! Tell him that he can keep my stuff! I'm not going back there!" I shout to my com-device.
-Line terminated, no reciver or sender found.- it stated.
I ripped it out of my ear and chuck it at a wall in frustration. I sit there for a moment, then I remember that I have a photo of my sister there, and I sprint as fast as I can towards the 'city' to gather my stuff. A few minutes later I make it there wheezing and coughing. I collapse into a seat to catch my breath, after I have caught my breath I get up and walk to my home, grabbed my few belongings, my trinkets, a watch, my tools, and a photo of my sister.
I stop and just stare at the photo, it's a photo of her emerald eyes (the eyes of our father) wide-eyed in amazement as she was staring at her new 'friend' (a utility bot), that was taken 2 years before disaster... "She was only 12, why did she have to die? I-I should have done something, not just hid in the crawlspace as she was looking for me, right before they burst into our home and gunned them all down..." I whined. The more I stared at the photo, the more guilt I felt, until I finally broke down and started crying and screaming on the floor, but after a bit I upset something on the counter and it landed on my head, knocking me out cold.
When I woke up, I was in the same position I was in before... except, something was different, I was outside. After I came to that realization, I shot upright and made sure I still had everything, after a few minutes and several checks and re-checks later I was content. I looked at the photo one last time and shed some tears before putting it away, next I started walking away, when I heard a noise coming from a nearby building, I brought out my pistol and proceeded towards the noise, when I found the source, I saw that it was a medical utility bot.
"Eh, just some trash, I'll leave that thing be, most of them are considered cursed now." I tell myself.
-Please, madam, I am not as damaged as I look.- the bot states.
"You're a machine, you aren't alive now, you never were... but, but those who died because of you, they were alive... they... were..." I stopped talking because I was about to shoot it.
-That may be so, but that doesn't mean I don't feel pain. I have watched counless people die, even my own master, so I may not be alive, but I do feel pain.- it corrects me.
"I-... alright, fine, you get free when I lift the rubble up." I tell it.
It nods and I grab the rubble and start pulling it up, through grunts and shouts of pain I raise it enough fot the bot to get free, I drop the rubble behind it and fall to the floor huffing and puffing. After I took a short nap I checked on what was wrong with the bot and began tinkering and tweaking what I can to fix it to a semi-decent working condition. After I finished I waited for it to reboot in silence.
-Why are you staring?- it asked.
"Hmm? Oh sorry, I'm not used to being with someone or something, at least, not for a long time... But I have some questions for you. 1: Who are you? 2: What happened? 3: How come I was the first to find you?" I ask it.
-I was always called MD-0174. They took out the supports and brought the whole building down on top of me and everyone else. I detected that you were non-hostile and injured, so I activated and tried to get to you, but I couldn't and you came to me. And what is your name?- MD-0174 queried.
"Josephene, my name's Josephene." I tell it.
-I know I'm not good at probability, but it may be a good idea to leave this place.- it informs me.
"Yeah, probably a good idea, let's go." I agreed.
We walk outside and I instantly regret it, I come face-to-face with an Anti-Cyberlutionaries group's leader. I stare him right in the eyes, trying to hide all traces of fear in an act to look tough. I take a step forward and he takes one backwards, "I got a whole unit of D-Class back there, you wanna go?" I smirk a devilish smirk and take another step forward, they all scatter like ants. But I shoot one in the thigh and run over to him, knock him out, and take what I want from him, then run off. I run towards my 'city' and knock on his door.
He answers the door, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, until he sees me and slams it in my face.
"Aww come on! At least let me explain! I found a MD!" I shout to him.
The door opens again as he steps out to examine it, occasionally nodding or shaking his head, after a few minutes he stops examining it. "I'll take it Fairy, it seems to be in decent condition, you can go now." he tells me.
"What? That's not what I was meaning, I'm staying with it. So if you want it, I'll need to stay here." I state.
"Okay, okay, you can stay. But Fairy, I need you to do just one thing... be six feet under." he says as he turns around with a pistol in his hand right before he sees mine out and gets shot
"Sorry, but I can't accept that deal." I reply.
I then ran and grabbed the shotgun under the table, the shells from the drawers 24 in total, kicked out a back window, made 0174 climb out and I climbed out after it, then we both ran to a safe distance from that place. I sat down and turned to see what would happen after what I had done, I smile, 6 kills from the gun, and 15 for the knife, pretty nice score. I stand up getting ready to continue on my way, and I walk towards a nearby building to set up camp for the night. After camp is set up I go to sleep and told it to do the same.
I wake up with a start to the sound of explosions, I check and see my 'city' in ruins with fires and people being gunned down, without thinking I fired three shots at one of the people causing the chaos, but all the shots miss since I only fired and didn't aim. I quickly reloaded and ran to escape them, when I think I've lost them I slow down and only walk.
"Whew, I'm glad that's over. Where to?" I ask MD-0174.
-I have no preferences.- 0174 tells me.
"Then to the next city it is." I state.
I turn to go to the next city and begin walking in that direction, when I feel excruciating pain in my left shoulder before I see my left arm sail ahead of me and land on the ground limp. With blood running down and out of where my arm used to be, I begin to sway from side to side, before I crumple onto my right side to the ground and black out.
_To set the stage_
The year was 2046, the world had been united, technology was advancing at a faster rate, poverty was nearly eradicated. And now, utility bots had begun mass production, which were being sold to the general public for reasonable prices. They were welcomed, but were given the jobs no one wanted, since they were machines, it was said they wouldn't mind. But some had more personal connections and used them for better things and to help around the home when needed. But that all changed in the year 2050, a new type of utility bot was released, one that was designed to fight, defend, to be stronger and faster than humans. Within a year, the earth became divided, one side was for the new model or didn't care, while the other side was all against it, and they went about destroying and burning anything or anyone that sided with the machines.
That happened 10 years ago, now the human life expectancy rate is estimated 30 years old (if you're lucky), and the human population went from 9.1 billion to by the best estimate 2.3 billion, but can't be confirmed. Now food is becoming more scarce, since farmers supported the machines more than anyone, so all the farms are scorched wastelands, except for the new ones being made in the few 'cities' that have some level of organization.
I'm in one of such 'cities', my name's Josephine Sylph (nickname is Fairy), I'm one of the lucky few to nearly hit 30 (I'm 26), I stand a glorious 5' 10", have velvet eyes, a tan complexion, dirty blonde hair that nearly reaches the bottom of my back (that I'm too lazy to cut), and I wear my black combat boots well beyond their usefulness, tan pants with patchwork and stitches all over them, a T-shirt that used to be white (now dirty brown), and my prized possesion; a denim jacket that's a bit tight on me. I carry a pistol with 5 rounds and two extra magazines of 6 rounds each, a canteen of water, a backpack for food and other junk, and my trusty half-dull combat knife. And I'm currently out searching for any living non-hostile people.
That happened 10 years ago, now the human life expectancy rate is estimated 30 years old (if you're lucky), and the human population went from 9.1 billion to by the best estimate 2.3 billion, but can't be confirmed. Now food is becoming more scarce, since farmers supported the machines more than anyone, so all the farms are scorched wastelands, except for the new ones being made in the few 'cities' that have some level of organization.
I'm in one of such 'cities', my name's Josephine Sylph (nickname is Fairy), I'm one of the lucky few to nearly hit 30 (I'm 26), I stand a glorious 5' 10", have velvet eyes, a tan complexion, dirty blonde hair that nearly reaches the bottom of my back (that I'm too lazy to cut), and I wear my black combat boots well beyond their usefulness, tan pants with patchwork and stitches all over them, a T-shirt that used to be white (now dirty brown), and my prized possesion; a denim jacket that's a bit tight on me. I carry a pistol with 5 rounds and two extra magazines of 6 rounds each, a canteen of water, a backpack for food and other junk, and my trusty half-dull combat knife. And I'm currently out searching for any living non-hostile people.
-Fat chance, I wonder what he'll think about this converation you've been having with yourself?- my com-device replied warningly.
"W-What? I thought I had turned it off!" I snapped back.
-Yeah, we disabled that feature when you made it a habit to turn it off while you were out. We did it the last time we repaired it.- it told me.
"I'm going to have a chat with him when I get back." I replied.
-Don't worry, he's been listening in. You have an hour to gether your stuff and get out.- it tells me.
"Great! Just great! Tell him that he can keep my stuff! I'm not going back there!" I shout to my com-device.
-Line terminated, no reciver or sender found.- it stated.
I ripped it out of my ear and chuck it at a wall in frustration. I sit there for a moment, then I remember that I have a photo of my sister there, and I sprint as fast as I can towards the 'city' to gather my stuff. A few minutes later I make it there wheezing and coughing. I collapse into a seat to catch my breath, after I have caught my breath I get up and walk to my home, grabbed my few belongings, my trinkets, a watch, my tools, and a photo of my sister.
I stop and just stare at the photo, it's a photo of her emerald eyes (the eyes of our father) wide-eyed in amazement as she was staring at her new 'friend' (a utility bot), that was taken 2 years before disaster... "She was only 12, why did she have to die? I-I should have done something, not just hid in the crawlspace as she was looking for me, right before they burst into our home and gunned them all down..." I whined. The more I stared at the photo, the more guilt I felt, until I finally broke down and started crying and screaming on the floor, but after a bit I upset something on the counter and it landed on my head, knocking me out cold.
When I woke up, I was in the same position I was in before... except, something was different, I was outside. After I came to that realization, I shot upright and made sure I still had everything, after a few minutes and several checks and re-checks later I was content. I looked at the photo one last time and shed some tears before putting it away, next I started walking away, when I heard a noise coming from a nearby building, I brought out my pistol and proceeded towards the noise, when I found the source, I saw that it was a medical utility bot.
"Eh, just some trash, I'll leave that thing be, most of them are considered cursed now." I tell myself.
-Please, madam, I am not as damaged as I look.- the bot states.
"You're a machine, you aren't alive now, you never were... but, but those who died because of you, they were alive... they... were..." I stopped talking because I was about to shoot it.
-That may be so, but that doesn't mean I don't feel pain. I have watched counless people die, even my own master, so I may not be alive, but I do feel pain.- it corrects me.
"I-... alright, fine, you get free when I lift the rubble up." I tell it.
It nods and I grab the rubble and start pulling it up, through grunts and shouts of pain I raise it enough fot the bot to get free, I drop the rubble behind it and fall to the floor huffing and puffing. After I took a short nap I checked on what was wrong with the bot and began tinkering and tweaking what I can to fix it to a semi-decent working condition. After I finished I waited for it to reboot in silence.
-Why are you staring?- it asked.
"Hmm? Oh sorry, I'm not used to being with someone or something, at least, not for a long time... But I have some questions for you. 1: Who are you? 2: What happened? 3: How come I was the first to find you?" I ask it.
-I was always called MD-0174. They took out the supports and brought the whole building down on top of me and everyone else. I detected that you were non-hostile and injured, so I activated and tried to get to you, but I couldn't and you came to me. And what is your name?- MD-0174 queried.
"Josephene, my name's Josephene." I tell it.
-I know I'm not good at probability, but it may be a good idea to leave this place.- it informs me.
"Yeah, probably a good idea, let's go." I agreed.
We walk outside and I instantly regret it, I come face-to-face with an Anti-Cyberlutionaries group's leader. I stare him right in the eyes, trying to hide all traces of fear in an act to look tough. I take a step forward and he takes one backwards, "I got a whole unit of D-Class back there, you wanna go?" I smirk a devilish smirk and take another step forward, they all scatter like ants. But I shoot one in the thigh and run over to him, knock him out, and take what I want from him, then run off. I run towards my 'city' and knock on his door.
He answers the door, albeit somewhat begrudgingly, until he sees me and slams it in my face.
"Aww come on! At least let me explain! I found a MD!" I shout to him.
The door opens again as he steps out to examine it, occasionally nodding or shaking his head, after a few minutes he stops examining it. "I'll take it Fairy, it seems to be in decent condition, you can go now." he tells me.
"What? That's not what I was meaning, I'm staying with it. So if you want it, I'll need to stay here." I state.
"Okay, okay, you can stay. But Fairy, I need you to do just one thing... be six feet under." he says as he turns around with a pistol in his hand right before he sees mine out and gets shot
"Sorry, but I can't accept that deal." I reply.
I then ran and grabbed the shotgun under the table, the shells from the drawers 24 in total, kicked out a back window, made 0174 climb out and I climbed out after it, then we both ran to a safe distance from that place. I sat down and turned to see what would happen after what I had done, I smile, 6 kills from the gun, and 15 for the knife, pretty nice score. I stand up getting ready to continue on my way, and I walk towards a nearby building to set up camp for the night. After camp is set up I go to sleep and told it to do the same.
I wake up with a start to the sound of explosions, I check and see my 'city' in ruins with fires and people being gunned down, without thinking I fired three shots at one of the people causing the chaos, but all the shots miss since I only fired and didn't aim. I quickly reloaded and ran to escape them, when I think I've lost them I slow down and only walk.
"Whew, I'm glad that's over. Where to?" I ask MD-0174.
-I have no preferences.- 0174 tells me.
"Then to the next city it is." I state.
I turn to go to the next city and begin walking in that direction, when I feel excruciating pain in my left shoulder before I see my left arm sail ahead of me and land on the ground limp. With blood running down and out of where my arm used to be, I begin to sway from side to side, before I crumple onto my right side to the ground and black out.
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