Those Moments

A Satire

Hi all, I'm so glad I updated again so quickly! For English, we were assigned to create a piece of satire, so I chose to write a short story about how technology consumes and controls our lives, leaving no freedom. Hope you like! Btw, related to the comic Saga. I do not own any of the ideas behind the story, this is my own spin off of the story. Enjoy! ~~~Smurfette

It is the year ΓΞΙΠΦ. The small, primitive moon Xiomera and the juggernaut of a planet, Yantararr, have been rivals for eons and are on the brink of war. Not long ago, a fair and extremely powerful queen ruled the inhabitants of Yantararr. The planet thrived in a golden age. The technological advances that burgeoned eventually led to its downfall. The Robotron army was built to protect the planet; instead, the machines took over and destroyed the peace and prosperity. The queen was overthrown and King Robotron - ǂƔǂ took her place. Wanting to expand the new Robotron Empire, the king provoked a conflict with Xiomera. Now, the people of Yantararr are forced to fight in this deadly war. Millions have and will continue to die in vain.

In a Robotron army training camp in the southern desert of Yantararr, a young boy works in the blistering sun constructing another cabin for the visiting general. He wears a negligible amount of clothing and clearly has not washed in a very long time. His penury is evident as well as his homo - sapiens origin. He cannot afford to have his horns filed; they twist in uncomfortable and unattractive ways through his hair. His wings are worn and the feathers are molting.

As he carries wooden boards to the building site, one of the Robotron officers calls him over to the side.

The boy has always been amazed at the biological evolution of these beings and cannot help but admire them. They carry many of the same characteristics as the boy. They have the same limbs and torso, but their left hand holds a vacuum. Instead of a normal head, their visage sits on a large, thick, metal square like a television screen. Depending on the emotion, a light will illuminate a certain color in the center of the screen. They may look similar, but they are still part machine.

Right now, it glows an outrageous orange.

Instantly and without hesitation, a full force comes down on the boy. Not enough to be fatal, but enough to cause pain. There is no limit to the power of the vacuum. Each Robotron's vacuum contains a laser within its depths. The young boy feels a second and third blast following the initial pain.

The truculent blow causes a pounding in his head and he can barely hear the yelling that is coming from the officer. He lies in the dirt, motionless. The officer spits in his face and walks away followed by his comrades. A sudden pain comes from the boy's left wing as he sees the way it is bent from when he hit the ground.

A fellow worker jogs over to him and shoves the boards that fell from his hands to the side. He drags him back to the work site. A few minutes later, despite the pain in his broken and bleeding wing, the boy is back to work, hammering and sawing.

If you forget, I would really appreciate your support! Just vote and comment! ~~~Smurfette