"This place is a mess!" The worker barked "We can't work with these!" The tall, broad man was yelling across a bustling factory. A massive metal works creating weapons and armor. A corporation thirty thousand strong, all working for the same goal. The complex was bustling with noise, conveyor belts creating zigzags, like veins in a body. Flowing with components in which would later be the elements of our own destruction. "Hey, Scrapheap!" He yelled pointing at an EXO "Do your job and pick this place up!" The EXO was a very early model, one taken as a bartered piece from an earlier company buy out. The EXO walked and did as instructed. "You call this clean?" The man was showing his frustration. His face becoming a bright shade of red. He reached into a nearby conveyor belt. Picking up a freshly made hammer, one only intended for the use of the City's Defenders. His rage echoed into the hammar, shooting Sparks igniting the heated air around it. The flames arched off each end creating an elegant winged shape. The EXO began to walk backwards only to trip over a Rouge wire. The machine hit the concrete floor with a massive thud. It three it's arms up over its head, shaking with what seemed like fear. "This is what you all deserve!" The man shouted. Filled with anger he brought the hammer up over his head. With all his strength, bringing the flaming angel down onto the EXO.
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Legend
Science FictionWhen the world is gone, and there is nothing left to lose. How far would you go, to save the one thing keeping you human?
