Uncertain Future Story

[Cpaulv]

created by: Joel K.

Spreading hundreds of miles across the now concrete surface of Earth lays a vast, vast metropolis. Billions of people walking and driving around, with little to no respect for each other, seeming more like zombies than human; each one of them no more then a dot in comparison to the buildings that tower inside the clouds of smog. Dead in the center of what used to be Mexico stood the largest of the large; a concrete and steel giant, reaching higher and higher up into the stratosphere, belittling all other marvels of the planet.

Deep inside this giant of steel and concert lays a void, a room filled with blackness, a room with out light, with out stimulation of any kind, created specifically for the purpose of containing an experiment, who’s nearly invisible body lay shivering in a tight ball on the floor of his void. Thirsty and hungry, yet not knowing what these things were, he began to cry. Pawing at his eyes to hide his tears, knowing the reproductions of this act would be, knowing that it would be as it always would. He wished the song would come back; it used to always come when he cried. He didn’t know what it meant, who was singing it, nor did he understand it. But it comforted him, made him feel safe, always allowed him to fall asleep no matter how bad the pain got. The voice that sang was always so sweet, so warm. The hot water flowed from his tightly shut eyes freely now, struggling against it seemed to make it only worse.

“P.C. 22!” a familiar robotic voice boomed out through his void, echoing in the man’s ears. He threw him self flat on the floor, trying desperately to cover his body as much as possible. In his attempts to hide, more tears flowed from his eyes, soaking his face pressed tightly on the floor. “Stop crying!” the voice finished. The man fought hard against his tears, pawing and scratching desperately at his eyes, as if trying to plug them up.

A small hatch way flung itself open, revealing a blinding white light that still could not bring light into the void. The man scrambled quickly away from the light and the shadow with in it. Running straight into the corner of the room, he tried with every ounce of his being to appear invisible in the corner. Hugging his knees close to his body he began to whimper. The shadow in the light moved through the door way, and into the void. Its metallic body clanked on the concrete floors of the room as it worked its way menacingly over to the huddles man, still whimpering heavily with this eyes shut tightly. “No crying!” the metallic guard shouted again at the defenseless body. “Stop!” it shouted again as the frightened man cried harder. The guard struck out at the man with his foot, kicking him roughly in the ribs. “I swear if you don’t stop crying…”

The guard started in again, releasing a locking mechanism on his wrist, allowing a long blade to slide smoothly with a threatening “shink” noise from its sheath. It stood straight out of the guard’s wrist, zapping loudly from the intense electrical current that ran through its blade.

“n-no!” the man struggled out, hugging him self tighter and hitting his head on the wall. The guard struck out with the blunt side of the blade, landing it square in the middle of the man’s back. He screamed in pain as a series of electrical currents surged through his body again and again.

“STOP!” the guard struck the man again in the neck, “CRYING!” again the blade came down on the man, who now could do nothing but scream and cry from the pain, illustrating each word the guard yelled. Getting bored with the blade the guard set it back into its sheath and started kicking the man, as though venting all things wrong in his robot life, yet truly enjoying the pain he was inflecting on the man. He threw the screaming man violently away from the wall and watched happily as he tried to crawl away. Pouncing down onto him, the guard started to punch the man in the back of his head, grinding his face hard into the concrete floor. The man, unable to scream anymore simply sobbed loudly in pain, grunting each time the guards fist crashed onto him, still he tried to claw his way away from the guard in a vain attempt to escape the beating.

“NO!” the man shouted as loudly as he could, feeling a surge of energy flow through his body, as if some primitive instinct suddenly surfaced inside of him, telling him to survive. “Stop! Stop! STOP!” he shouted again. Flipping his body over from underneath the guard’s grip, he grabbed the cold metal arms of the guard tightly. The metal plating groaned under his grip, bending and cracking. “Stop!” the man shouted again, throwing the guard off his body across the room. The guard flew across the room and crashed hard into the wall, shattering his spine (remember the guard is human) and rendering him paralyzed.

The man stood up slowly, blood and tears alike flowing as freely as water from his head, and clenching every muscle in his body. His deep purple eyes seemingly glowing with rage. “No….CRY!!” he screamed at the floor. The only words he truly knew. To him they meant pain, they meant every ounce of anger in his body. He jumped the distance across the room and grabbed the guard’s motionless body. He shoved the head into the wall, again and again. It crashed into the wall, each time the guard lost more and more of its power, slowly watching it’s life force drain with each pounding impact on an almost jokingly meter that only he could see.

The man stood up from the now crumpled remains of the former guard, still clenching his fists. Standing in horror at the sight he just committed for a moment then falling to his knees, holding his head, shaking slowly back and forth with a volatile mixture of anger and pain.

A screeching noise rang out deep inside the facility, alerting every droid who was programmed to wield a weapon. The man crumpled to the floor, staring longingly at the still open door on the other side of the room then back to the crushed guard and his weapon. He instinctively tried hard to keep his ears covered from the deafening sound that echoed through the room. He yanked the lifeless arm off the body of the guard and examined the weapon that was attached to the wrist. He began to tow with the straps that connected it to the disembodied arm, rather quickly learning its secrets. Something deep inside of him telling him what to do, what this weapon was, how it worked. He slowly worked it free from the arm, feeling its surprisingly light weight in his hands. The straps worked their way tightly around his arm, testing its function. The blade came out, and returned back into its sheath that ran up his forearm several times, with a zapping practice swing between each slide.

“P.C.22 stop!” a gruff voice called from the other side of the door that beckoned the man towards it. “Stop, now!” the man stood from the floor, walking fearfully back away from the door, something was wrong, he’d done something seriously wrong. The sounds of more guards running down the hall echoed louder then the serines inside his head, he could feel their anger. They were coming for him, they were going to hurt him again, more then before. His knees became weak, forcing him back on the ground, trying hard to hide his tears again.

“[Unaudable sounds] – run!” a sweet sounding female voice called to him, a comforting voice, the voice that used to sing to him. “Run!” he did, thrashing head long out the white doorway and out of his void, letting the blade fall down his arm again.

“P.C. 22! Stop!” the guards voiced called again from behind his bio-mechanical armored face. The man plunged out the door way, blinded by the lights in the hall, he had never seen the color white before, it burnt his eyes for a moment. The guards stepped back slowly, looking at the man covered in blood, wielding one of their own weapons.

The man stood panting, squinting at the blurred figures, letting them slowly come into focus. They were scared, he could see it, they were afraid of him. “No… more… crying!” he demanded, raising the blade and charging into the numbers of the guards.