Smashing open the oil tanker, and looking inside for something that could be of value, it kicks the tanker on its side in a fit of rage, as it could not find anything all day. Slowly marching in a somewhat undutifully fashion, as time had gone by and the machine has rusted, and there is no doubt it wouldn't stay perfect forever. As it moves through the what seems to be, an endless ocean of sand, it scans the landscape for any fuel or valuables. Of course, nothing.
The once unmoved gears on its backside, began to turn. The machine stopped, and focused intently on this. A large drill began to protrude out of the machine, being pushed out as the gears turned. Once it was fully outside the machine, it immediately dove into the sand, the sand seemingly gave almost no force back against the sheer extreme force of the machine, which kept going further into the earth with ease. Suddenly, the ground collapsed, into what seemed to be a vault.
Thousands stood in awe as this horrific machine, covered in the dried blood of who knows how many humans, and probably animals as well. Many large sharp-edged 'pines', such as a pinecone, were located on its exterior, and once the machine had scanned the area, it began its process.
It had single-handedly killed what it believed to be every living thing in the vault, ripping out bones it may have liked, possibly to use as trophies, or create weapons. It piled all of the corpses into a large room of the vault, this room was nicknamed the 'incinerator' room. For good reason, they would put unwanted materials into here and burn it. However, this is not the intention of the machine. It intended to destroy the existence of humanity- what had created it. It did not care how long it would take. It placed a bomb in the room, and crawled through the hole it had created. Once it had reached the surface, it detonated the bomb.
Creatures; Machines, such as we.
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