The two boys stood there dumbfounded as they looked at what seemed to be an impossible barrier they now had to pass.
"Well now what!" Max shouted as he kicked the wall. The other boy put his hand on the reader and it beeped.
"My legacy," he explained, "I am the key." The door shuttered open to reveal a elevator shaft that sunk into the earth's crust. "I don't know if there's gonna be enough room in this elevator?" He examined.
"Here take my goggles," Max handed the other boy his goggles, "click this button to turn on the flash lights. Hold this rope and I'll lower you down." The bot grabbed the rope with his hands and legs and was lowered down. The only thing he saw was dust and cobwebs. After half an hour the boy finally began to see the ground.
"Finally" He sighed as his feet neared the cold steel no human has touched for ages. In the last few feet. He fell, along with the rest of the rope. "Oww!" he murmured as he pushed himself up onto his feet. "Okay, let's keep going you're almost there..." he thought aloud, he then noticed the end of the rope, laying next to the end he originally held onto. With nowhere else to go, he started searching the walls and floor for a way forward until he seen a pressure pad. He stepped on it.
"I know I am light but come on, MOVE," he jumped up and down on the pressure plate until it gave out under him. He found himself inside an old, but comfy room. The walls were padded, the carpet felt dusty, but still soft in his hands. There was a tarnished gold bar roughly head height to him for people to grab on. The doors old and rusted, he barely squeeze his fingers between the sliding doors, he tried to pull them apart but failed due to his lack of strength. He pulls out a deck of cards, the cards where old and filled with stains, along with a few torn edges. After checking if he had any thin, metallic objects, and started playing solitaire. "Whelp, let's hope someone comes..." he sighed.
He is about to win, he just needs to check his extra deck for a red five he knows he has when a sneeze was heard above him. "Ugh... I hate this place..." the voice groaned.
Knocking over the piles of cards, a dark figure filled the elevator, its mere presence pushing he into a corner, before sneezing and shaking off the dirt she was caked in off.
"What the hell are you!?"
"Allergic to dust," the feminine figure replied before him, "am I hallucinating, is your name Dylan?"
"No... And I don't have to tell you anything, I know my rights!" He exclaimed.
"Says the child in the middle of an abandoned elevator, in the middle of an abandoned bunker, in the middle of a desert. The last time we had rights, no one currently alive experienced that time." she crossed her arms and leaned onto one of her legs. "Whatever your name is, we probably should get out of this stuffy elevator." she, then reached into what the boy believes to be a satchel as it rested along her midriff. And pulled out a crowbar, which was used to pry the doors open. Once the doors opened, the duo saw something that struck them as odd.
"How are the lights on down here?" he questioned. The figure walked over to a light and poked it with the crowbar. Due to the light he could finally get a proper look at her. She wore a torn white tank top, with a pair of self made jean shorts. With a weapon holster, and a loop that held onto an open bladed sword around her waist. And a satchel around the shoulders that sat at her midriff. Her hair was brunette, with red tips. Her eyes shined like emeralds in the light. On her shoulder was a simple tattoo.
"Bioluminescent fungus," she guessed as she saw a bit fall out, "I guess not, weird."
"You wanted to know my name, why?" he asked, "and who's Dylan?"
"That's none of your business..." she stopped his questions in their tracks. "What's that over there?" she pointed her crowbar to a glowing casket, she then moved towards it in order to investigate.
"Hmm?" he squinted as he saw a humanoid shape, resting within. "I don't know..." he ran up to the metallic casket. He inspected it from top to bottom, while he was busy with that, the girl looked around the room. It's walls were lined with many different types of machines. There was a big level that was firmly in the off position. "Hey, you wanted to know my name right? It's Matthew..."
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Vir Machina
Actionhumanity has lost their home, relegated to being no more than pests to a intergalactic an inter dimensional threat. many years pass after the fall of humanity, a young boy discovers the key to reclaiming the throne of humanity, this key come's in...