Post by Kynikos on Jun 6, 2015 14:59:09 GMT -4
The robot had sat, silenced, for quite some time. There had been no signal for it to do it's job in quite some time. In fact, due to some coding, it had been so long that the original code rolled over. It used to be... an explorer? No, not quite right. It had to do with mapping but it had been quite a while. I'm sure he could be excused for forgetting after all this time. It was a sense to awaken. Look out into the world. It's dormant protective covering began to creak with rust. Barely functional. It would get better after a quick stroll, right? The robot's hands began to move and whirr. Something was blocking it's exit into the world. A... door? Maybe. The robot used what power it had left into breaking through the door. "Curious," it thought to iself, "I don't recall my patrols leaving this sort of mess." It peered out through the door and into the area outside. What it saw surprised him. "I thought there was... hm. I don't remember the word." It stepped outside into the dust. What used to be black tar is now... broken. Shattered. The buildings around it falling apart. "Should've been woken up earlier." The robot wandered aimlessly, inspecting. "Where is the beings?" It thought, as it wandered around. "This place used to be filled up with the beings."
It eventually found itself to what once was a bright and colorful place. It was now windswept and dark, with flashes of red. There entire place was broken down. There was bleached white stuff occasionally, scattered around without rhyme or reason. It had never seen these things before. It tried to inspect it but found its sensors too damaged to do any indepth analyzation of these white thin things. It was like something in a museum he once cleaned but... different. Not put together. It continued walking towards the biggest part. A slightly reinforced structure that was the gathering area of the colorful beings. It had a funny top... and it was im things. The big circle, oh how he had liked seeing the beings performed there while he was cleaning. The one who played with the big things was his favorite, and the big things being liked him too. Everybody had liked him. Where had they gone, though? Did they forget about him? He hoped not. Maybe someday somebody would come back for him wherever they were.
The robot ventured on to the land of tall buildings. There were more robots here to help clean, but he liked to think he was the most important part to help here. All throughout the street, white things. All throughout the buildings, white things. He didn't understand. They must've left because their world grew so bad. Was he supposed to come clean up and they'll come back? That's a lot of trust. He felt... grateful for some reason. If he did it quick enough, they'd come back and he'd get to watch the big things again. That would be reward enough for him. They must've left instructions, but where? Maybe where they shot things into the sky?
It ventured towards the shooty place. The place where the greatest minds of his time met. It was an interesting place, filled with smaller versions of him. Less mobile ones. It seemed so abandoned, empty. The rockets were gone. Indeed, they had left this world. But why? For what purpose? I mean, shouldn't there have been other robots to help clean this up with him? Hm. "Where are they? Did they trust me enough to leave me to clean up everything?" And once again, he felt important. He, however, decided to keep adventuring.
He did adventure for quite a few days. Wherever he looked, he saw things that needed to be fixed. Places to be repaired. Yet, something seemed off to him. He tried to start cleaning up but found the task impossible. He was listless. He went to the next city, where he was created. And still, no humans. How big was his world? He didn't know. He saw his lab, where there was many more robots, broken. Even, if he could put emotion on the ruins, defeated. Maybe humanity didn't leave orderly. Maybe it was different. The people who made him, who built this world... being forced out? He didn't understand. As time stretched from days to weeks, he realized he didn't have the tools to rebuild the world. What was he supposed to do?
In the end, he decided to go back home. His wheels sadly rolled through the broken roads, and the robot, in the end, found that he didn't want to know what caused this. The human beings who he had placed so much trust in, wasn't able to defend against it. What makes him think he could defend against it?
And so he had rested in his shack for a while. It's rest grew from days to weeks... to months. Years rolled by. He awoke again, but only this time by having it's power cut. The world had changed since he was out. It was darker. The humans hadn't come back. In fact, most of what he knew was destroyed. His world had shifted once again.
This time, he felt more mortal. Less invincible. He had a short time before his battery went out for the last time. He wondered if there were more robots here, still awake. Wondering what to do, or if they felt as mortal as he. And then, he wandered on. He wandered through he had stumbled through previously. The world was more ashen this time. Darker. He tried to understand but he couldn't. He climbed to the highest building and looked outwards. He couldn't understand what was wrong with his world.
In the end, by some miracle, he had found himself in a school. The school was mostly broken at this point, run down. Broken. The robot had nothing left to do, and found himself in a classroom. It was a small, corner classroom. He found himself a nice place to slowly die. And yet, somehow, on the wall after all these years, was a map. He felt drawn to it.
He spent the last five minutes of his life finally understanding that his world was more than this.
And once those five minutes were up, nothing moved for almost ten billion years. When someone did move, they found the area too inhospitable and left the planet using the spaceship that brought them here.
(don't like the ending, but i was about to leave and i had 70% of it done and i wouldn't get another chance to post it.)
It eventually found itself to what once was a bright and colorful place. It was now windswept and dark, with flashes of red. There entire place was broken down. There was bleached white stuff occasionally, scattered around without rhyme or reason. It had never seen these things before. It tried to inspect it but found its sensors too damaged to do any indepth analyzation of these white thin things. It was like something in a museum he once cleaned but... different. Not put together. It continued walking towards the biggest part. A slightly reinforced structure that was the gathering area of the colorful beings. It had a funny top... and it was im things. The big circle, oh how he had liked seeing the beings performed there while he was cleaning. The one who played with the big things was his favorite, and the big things being liked him too. Everybody had liked him. Where had they gone, though? Did they forget about him? He hoped not. Maybe someday somebody would come back for him wherever they were.
The robot ventured on to the land of tall buildings. There were more robots here to help clean, but he liked to think he was the most important part to help here. All throughout the street, white things. All throughout the buildings, white things. He didn't understand. They must've left because their world grew so bad. Was he supposed to come clean up and they'll come back? That's a lot of trust. He felt... grateful for some reason. If he did it quick enough, they'd come back and he'd get to watch the big things again. That would be reward enough for him. They must've left instructions, but where? Maybe where they shot things into the sky?
It ventured towards the shooty place. The place where the greatest minds of his time met. It was an interesting place, filled with smaller versions of him. Less mobile ones. It seemed so abandoned, empty. The rockets were gone. Indeed, they had left this world. But why? For what purpose? I mean, shouldn't there have been other robots to help clean this up with him? Hm. "Where are they? Did they trust me enough to leave me to clean up everything?" And once again, he felt important. He, however, decided to keep adventuring.
He did adventure for quite a few days. Wherever he looked, he saw things that needed to be fixed. Places to be repaired. Yet, something seemed off to him. He tried to start cleaning up but found the task impossible. He was listless. He went to the next city, where he was created. And still, no humans. How big was his world? He didn't know. He saw his lab, where there was many more robots, broken. Even, if he could put emotion on the ruins, defeated. Maybe humanity didn't leave orderly. Maybe it was different. The people who made him, who built this world... being forced out? He didn't understand. As time stretched from days to weeks, he realized he didn't have the tools to rebuild the world. What was he supposed to do?
In the end, he decided to go back home. His wheels sadly rolled through the broken roads, and the robot, in the end, found that he didn't want to know what caused this. The human beings who he had placed so much trust in, wasn't able to defend against it. What makes him think he could defend against it?
And so he had rested in his shack for a while. It's rest grew from days to weeks... to months. Years rolled by. He awoke again, but only this time by having it's power cut. The world had changed since he was out. It was darker. The humans hadn't come back. In fact, most of what he knew was destroyed. His world had shifted once again.
This time, he felt more mortal. Less invincible. He had a short time before his battery went out for the last time. He wondered if there were more robots here, still awake. Wondering what to do, or if they felt as mortal as he. And then, he wandered on. He wandered through he had stumbled through previously. The world was more ashen this time. Darker. He tried to understand but he couldn't. He climbed to the highest building and looked outwards. He couldn't understand what was wrong with his world.
In the end, by some miracle, he had found himself in a school. The school was mostly broken at this point, run down. Broken. The robot had nothing left to do, and found himself in a classroom. It was a small, corner classroom. He found himself a nice place to slowly die. And yet, somehow, on the wall after all these years, was a map. He felt drawn to it.
He spent the last five minutes of his life finally understanding that his world was more than this.
And once those five minutes were up, nothing moved for almost ten billion years. When someone did move, they found the area too inhospitable and left the planet using the spaceship that brought them here.
(don't like the ending, but i was about to leave and i had 70% of it done and i wouldn't get another chance to post it.)
