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Dystopian future
In Dersobu....
The Smell of death and dirt clung to the air thick and heavy like Smoke
In the darkness there was only silence occasionally broken by the screams of another captured Dersobuan being exterminated.
We had grown accustomed to moving without making a sound. Our babies and children had learned never to cry as any noise alerted them to our presence and resulted in our death.
There were only a few of us left, The war had raged on for many years leaving our once beautiful green world an empty husk of dead trees, dirt and darkness. The servobots had no need for natural light so our twin suns had been destroyed. Our lush vegetation soon perished followed by our livestock, With no meat or vegetation many of the population died of starvation, They were the lucky ones.
Those that survived were forced to fight an unwinnable war children were slaughtered side by side to the adults and the elderly who had survived the mass culling 5 years earlier when the servo's had gained sentience and had risen up and eliminated their masters. They showed no mercy they no longer depended on us they were self sustaining. They carried out their own repairs, were able to mass reproduce improved sentient bots and had created their own energy source. We were a mere blight on the planet so they wiped us out.
Only the few who were too poor to own a bot escaped but now those few have become the hunted.
Our paradise now a dark, dead Place is unable to sustain life. Our processed food stores now bare, We Run, We hide, no more can we fight, we survive as to give up means the end. The end of the war, our lives, our Race.
In the darkness there was only silence occasionally broken by the screams of another captured Dersobuan being exterminated.
We had grown accustomed to moving without making a sound. Our babies and children had learned never to cry as any noise alerted them to our presence and resulted in our death.
There were only a few of us left, The war had raged on for many years leaving our once beautiful green world an empty husk of dead trees, dirt and darkness. The servobots had no need for natural light so our twin suns had been destroyed. Our lush vegetation soon perished followed by our livestock, With no meat or vegetation many of the population died of starvation, They were the lucky ones.
Those that survived were forced to fight an unwinnable war children were slaughtered side by side to the adults and the elderly who had survived the mass culling 5 years earlier when the servo's had gained sentience and had risen up and eliminated their masters. They showed no mercy they no longer depended on us they were self sustaining. They carried out their own repairs, were able to mass reproduce improved sentient bots and had created their own energy source. We were a mere blight on the planet so they wiped us out.
Only the few who were too poor to own a bot escaped but now those few have become the hunted.
Our paradise now a dark, dead Place is unable to sustain life. Our processed food stores now bare, We Run, We hide, no more can we fight, we survive as to give up means the end. The end of the war, our lives, our Race.
We are the last 10. Hiding in the ruins, roasting the bones of the long dead, praying for a sign, hoping against all hope that the prophecy ,a promise will become reality. We tell our children the story of our saviours the all powerful Royal trinity Ang,Ger and Rage our leaders who once protected us and our planet. They left to assemble an army on planet Maxis. They will return and lead us to the promise land.
We have to stay strong and alive a while longer. Our time will come but my end is now.
My dying request is for you to have faith, Survive this nightmare the promised land is within reach..
We have to stay strong and alive a while longer. Our time will come but my end is now.
My dying request is for you to have faith, Survive this nightmare the promised land is within reach..