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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The first splash of cold water jerked Marion awake from his fitful slumber.
A dull ache thrummed through his sore body as he slouched his shoulders forward. He had already been sitting on the ground when he shifted and sprawled his knees to the side. One of his throbbing hands pressed the cold tile to hold his frail weight.
"Welcome to the world, boy."
Marion flinched at the grave deep voice. He lifted his tired droopy eyes and found a tall bulk of white trench coat, gloves, pants, and boots loomed over him.
His gaze traveled up further, expecting a gray metal and flashy red eyes. But Marion's half-lidded eyes widened when he noticed a sculpted face with flesh so pale and leathery it almost looked real.
Like a human.
The man even had a thin trace of stubble and cold blue eyes that were lively enough to confirm his suspicion.
It was a real human other than him in this world full of roboxes.
The man smirked and walked closer. Boots thudded on the polished red tiles. Tall white walls and a wide flat ceiling alight with flashy LED created an otherworldly halo over his bald head.
He looked like an angel. But it was yet to be proven if he actually was one. Maybe he had been an advanced robox who was created to imitate humans. That was why he was still standing in one piece in a chamber full of roboxes. There was no other way a human could have survived them. Marion's luck was a rare exception.
A quick snap of fingers brought Marion out of his trance.
"Ah, I missed little intrigues like this dazed look on a human face. Stiff faces of these machines were starting to bore me."
Marion turned rigid when a long index finger traced the sides of his forehead, leaving a trail down his straight nose before blooping his tip.
Marion flinched at the sudden action.
The man or robox chuckled in response.
Roboxes never laughed. Not in such a rich dark tone.
"Nice."
Marion pressed his lips tight, feeling strangely like an animal on display in a zoo, poked and probed by curious people.
"You must be curious about your lucky fate. Death was confirmed for you the second my pets spotted you."
Marion forgot to breathe.
Pets. Roboxes. Does that mean…
"That thing saved you, though." He pointed to a table pressed against the far left corner.
That wretched white device was there. Not beeping. Not flashing. Silent like a dead gadget.
The reason why he couldn't save his damn cheese for breakfast.
