In a world ruled by humanoid robots, Marion is a lone human survivor who tries his hardest not to die in their hands.
That is until they finally catch him one day. But instead of getting the instant death as he expected, Marion is thrown into the da...
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Ten years later...
Marion hated surfing through garbage. But it was a part of his regular morning chores so he had no choice.
"Not a single edible!" he grumbled under his breath, tossing away a rusty soda can with questionable murk and ants swarming inside.
He wiped his oily, brown face against the worn-out gray jacket. Sweat trickled down his bony throat and disappeared into the already drenched, murky green polo.
Marion's jean-clad knees flattened against the rough concrete as he buried his arms deeper into the sea of waste. His nimble fingers were wiggling through broken devices, mostly discarded by roboxes—humanoid robots—when something beeped against his knuckles.
With a hitched breath, Marion snapped his head up from the garbage drum and looked around.
his cold gray eyes swiftly swept the narrow, dark alley. The glowing sun above could barely slide through the tall, tilted skyscrapers around him. His heart didn't stop drumming against his chest even when he saw no one.
He looked down at the still beeping, glowing red square-shaped device buried beneath hundreds of insect-crawling wastes.
And a still intact cheese pack.
Marion's gray eyes gleamed brighter as he snatched both the good and the screeching device before making a dash.
While running, he was poking and prodding at the other buttonless object.
Only a thumbprint-size red bulb was announcing its presence to the greedy world.
Marion cursed under his breath and fumbled with it until he found its sound output.
He slid the device and the cheese pack under his shirt and pressed them against his otherwise flat stomach. To muffle the sound further, Marion wrapped his thin jacket tight over his belly and pressed his arms over.
He was already at the edge of the dark alleyway. The dull ray of the sun was now glaring at the open, deserted highway ahead of him.
Marion squinted his eyes at the light as he pressed his body against the cracked plaster of an old building. His device still vibrated against his stomach.
Marion gulped, clenching his arms tighter around his thin body before peeking out into the open.
Dusty air, wrecked cars, broken storefronts, and upturned lamp-posts greeted his vision. Last month's chaos was still fresh in his mind.
If he strained enough, he could even hear the distant shots of endless gunfire, sick crackles of laser beams, and people's screams echoing back. All the while he was hiding in his makeshift bed of cart boxes under the sewerage line.
Marion flinched at the noise of tire whirling and pulled his head back to rest against the wall. His heart drummed faster as several clicks of machinery screamed loud in the empty streets.
