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 harsh wind blew through Marion's thin body and he shivered.
The mid-day sun glared down at Marion as
he looked around the dusty clearing, wrapping his arms in the thin black vest they had offered him.
This was some kind of barren land it seemed.
After he met with that strange man, he ordered his roboxes to take him to a white cell. They had washed him; given him dry bread, porridge, and water; allowed him half an hour to rest; thrown him in a large brown aircar with wings like a helicopter; and dumped him on this God-forsaken place.
A sigh escaped his lips as Marion forced's his new booted legs to move forward.
When they had left him, his first instinct had been to run away and so he had sprinted forward to a random direction and kept going for an hour or so. But soon enough, realized that this barren land was not leading to anywhere.
And so, he came to a stop, wiped a thin trail of sweat, and took a deep, deep breath to calm his frenzy mind.
There was no chance of survival in this way. If he wished to be free he must find that tower or some kind of civilization. He had heard of human colonies who hid underground and only came out at night since roboxes didn't patrol at late hours. Some sources predicted they charged themselves during that time although there was no concrete evidence of that.
But to find a colony Marion must need access to underground. Like a manhole. But this place has no system like that.
Could it be that the strange man had played with Marion and left him to die here? Was he destined to die of hunger and dehydration? It was strange that there robox guard to watch his moves nor did they plant any tracker within him.
A flash of crushed cheese pack pricked his mind and a cold tremor passed through Marion's spine.
He shook his head and moved faster. His only sense of direction was to follow that man's words.
"Follow the sun to the west," the man elaborated further after Marion whispered his request to be more specific in direction, much to Marion's surprise and shudder. "Find a hollow shadow of a leaf. Walk in the direction it points. You will reach your destination."
Marion shook off the memory of the eery smirk that followed afterward and squinted his eyes at the glaring sun.
The bright light blinded him, almost bringing tears to his eyes as tried to stare at it.
Must be another sick ploy to make me suffer.
Otherwise, why would they drop him there right during the noon?
But Marion was also persistent to get out of this hell. So he endured the burn in his eyes for a while and found the sun tilted a bit left.
