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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After what seemed like an eternity of wandering through the hallways and peeking inside endless metal doors, Marion and Grumps stumbled upon another discreet, floor-to-ceiling metal door on a lone corner.
Grumps were poking the password panel beside the door while Marion took the chance to look around the dark hallway. The faint glow of the hybrid's torchlight is the only source of light in this dreary, cold place.
The stale smell of machine and oil wafted through Marion's nose and he let out an impromptu sneeze.
He flinched when the sound reverberated through the hallway loudly and glanced at the stony hybrid with a sheepish smile.
"Sorry. It's the air—"
"Regular recharge period requires thirty minutes. Fifteen minutes, twelve seconds, and counting has passed."
Marion grimaced and nodded as the door opened before them.
The message to rush faster with minimum noise was loud and clear for him since with every minute they risked the chance of getting exposed. Who knew when their limited thirty minutes were going to expire if it hadn't already?
Marion and Grumps walked inside the chamber.
It was going to be their last door on the floor. If they didn't find that Robera here, they would have to make another time-consuming trip to the elevator. And with the hope of not getting caught which had been Grump's main concern.
Marion couldn't bother anymore, though. He had no interest in saving his life anyway so even if they were caught, it wouldn't make much difference to him. But Marion was curious about their quest, especially about finding the mysterious Robera who seemed pretty important to Grumps.
If they found her before Marion died, at least he could go to the afterlife with one last satisfactory quest under his mortal sleeves. That was all Marion cared about at this point.
Grumps had already strode inside and switched on the light from somewhere.
The whole chamber flushed in a luminous white light, making Marion blink in the sudden brightness.
He looked up and found the corner LEDs on the high ceiling as the source of the fluorescent light along with various thick, gray tubes.
They were dangling from a round hole on the top—connected to a floor-to-ceiling, wide glass cylinder on the far right side of the room.
The blue-tinted glass was foggy. But it wasn't empty. A vague, dark silhouette of something was floating in there.
Marion frowned and limped toward the cylinder. He touched the smooth glass and flinched when two blue rays hit the side of his fingers. He raises his brown at Grumps.
Grumps didn't pay him any mind and continued shooting mysterious blue rays through those metal orbs. They had turned cobalt crystals now.
His dead gaze moved up and down the glass for a while before he abruptly turned around and walked to a white table on the left side of the cylinder.
