February 21, 2011

• Introduction

  A red light pierced the darkness. A buzz. Beeps began to echo through the cavern. He was awake, activated.  Gears whirled as his arms lifted him off the ground. His wheels caught traction on the dirt as he began to spin into place. Suddenly, he stopped and started forward toward the cave entrance, his arms swinging back and forth at his side, and his light dancing along the wall.

  A few seconds later, he emerged from the cave, the sun glinting off of his metallic skin. His face was frozen, self-assured. Two large glowing yellow lights as eyes. His mouth, a yellow grid, as ripped directly from a mid 21st century speaker. His arms dangled off of his bucket-like frame, a drill on the end of one arm, and 3 long, pronged slender fingers on the other.

  Two single rods were welded off of the bottom of his body, with sturdy, rubber tires on the end of both. He seemed nimble enough despite his design, rolling back and forth across the desert ground. Slight clinks and clanks rang out as he surged over rocks and hills. Birds, mutated from years of radioactive exposure, stared on from a distance, likely shocked from what they saw.  This man of metal, cruising his way across the land. And there, on the top of his robotic head, the most startling thing of all: sitting surrounded by a dome of clear glass was a large, fleshy, pink brain.

  He continued zooming across the dirt, sending a plume of dust up around his wheels, as he made his way toward the sun. Where he was going, was anyone's guess.
   

  • 6:31 pm
  • 2 Comments