Heavy fire was directed towards me. I took cover behind, what used to be, a wall. It was one of the situations where it’s to be killed or kill. The option to kill was my “to go” opinion. Frankly, that is the only option if you are fighting the Empire army, which is robots so no harm was done, just tons of money going down in flames. One thing that sucks with the robots army is that they don’t ever really need to reload their weapons. Their ammo is inside them, there are only rare times that they run out of ammo. The Empire had made them hella hard to kill. I was only sitting, my gun close to my chest, I had to reload it. Luckily this cover was thick enough that they would have to continuously fight to breakthrough.
Stories about the past lives of the human race say that they used to be built out of natural materials like wood and clay. That all changed when humans began to experiment with chemicals and materials together, making what we now use called “ionr”. This metal had been the advances that improved the human race. They used this metal to explore the outside of the plant, making a settlement on other plants. With having space ships traveling through the universe about 90% of the human population left. They left their home planet because they found out that the Earth was going to die in 2,356 years. Humans began to rush to leave before that time comes due to the results of Earth dying, they say that Earth will become a black hole that will consume our solar system and the surrounding one. They left leaving only the “uneducated” or “low IQ”. They looked at everyone's DNA telling when they would die, what disease they can get, their future children traits and genes. One of my great grandparents had a default that made them have to stay here on earth. Stay on the toxin Earth that humans have destroyed.
I finally was able to reload my weapon, grab my grenade, turned it on, threw it over my head, and covered my ears. In seconds it went off. I stood up and began to open fire, taking down every since one. The sound of the exploding echoed through the mountains. The mountains of fallen buildings that are covered with life. I put my gun into its holder, walked over to the “dead” robots. Looking down looking for any spare metal or any useful object.
The year is 4367. There are only 9 years left to live here on Earth. This world is ruled by robots. Robots the Spumans, humans living out in space, sent down to kill us for their entertainment. The Natives, people who are still living on earth, have discovered that each robot has a camera and transmitters. We hacked into one and discovered a network of many others located here on Earth. They all upload to, what they say is a TV station that links to all the Spumans settlements. When we tried to go further into the system we got kicked out, the computer we used fried. For the first time in thousands of years, that was the first time we were able to find information about the Spumans. Most of the information for the past years has been lost, we only have been recently trying to relocate and restore the missing data. Hoping that the death of Earth was false.
The Natives have been able to create a city for all of the humans. A place of safety of all, no robots, no technology. Everyone had a job, gained money, and had a house. This land is called Naca Rangelands. It has enough land for the current population and the future generation to come. If there is going to be a future generation
After I searched for each robot I began to journey back to Naca Rangeland. I was a scout for the people, they are a group of people that travel outside of the home and looking for any resources that can benefit humanity on Earth. To join this group you have to have field training, you have to start training when you are 10 years old. I was a “special” case, I was born outside the homeland. My family was discovered by the Empire. They slaughtered my parents and siblings in front of me. Taking off their limbs one by one. They took their time, they started with my Father, then mother, then my older brother, then my sister, then me. When they got to me, grandfather says, that I had looked like my soul was ripped right out of me. The robots only got to my right arm before my Grandfather and the Natives arrived. I was only 6 years old when my Grandfather took me inside the walls of Naca Rangelands. Grandfather told me that I was in bed for almost two months.
They replaced my missing arm with a Bionic one. Hints onto why I was a “Special” case. I was part bionic, they can just download all the information into my arm then there isn’t but training for me to do then, except being fit. My bionic arm had to attach to my spine for it to be able to move, which allows my arm to also control my body. The doctors gave me this opinion when I was 8 years old, telling me that if I choose to be this then-
“Then you will have to be upgraded every few years. Your body will grow which leads to your arm getting readjusted for your body. You may need to get several surgeries on your spin and arm.” Dr. Snoke said. I was looking down into my lap, white bedsheets covering my legs. My grandfather sitting by the window. There was a long silence,
“Sweetheart” Grandfathers raspy voice sang to me making me look towards him.
“You don’t have to do it, sweetheart. You are able to do anything even if you have one arm” He said. My eyes widened, I wanted to cry. Why is it that these robots are killing us? I thought.
“I’ll give you two time to talk” Dr. Snoke headed toward the door. Closing it behind him. The sound of the door closing was when I raised my head up to face my Grandfather, tears flowing down my face like a waterfall. I remember me saying “I’ll do it” and my grandfather’s eyes changed into shock. He closed his eyes and opened them up. His eyes were gentle like rain raining down in the rainforest. They were soft like my mother.
