Running. Always running.
It doesn't tire me, but it does bore me.
My programming tells me to protect humanity, as did the protocols of countless others.
I am the only one left. The child I carry with me may also be the last of her kind.
My sensors tell me that the night is cool, there is hardly a star in the sky. Perfect darkness, not that is matters.
A tremor in the ground. I know immediately that it is a collector. The humans would liken it to a spider like creature the size of a suburban living structure.
I hide behind a long abandoned and overgrown wall, just barely missing the collector's searchlight. It knows something is here, but has no idea as to what.
The child is unusually silent, almost as if she can sense our immediate danger.
I slowly creep along the wall, taking care I do t scrape against it, and creep into a structure connected to.
I cannot make out details, but I can identify that the area as a North American federation base.
Anyone wanna continue for me?
I can here the little human´s calm breathing. It has closed its eyes. The collector is still searching, I know that, with every other move I make, he is more likely to calculate my current location due to his sensors.I take a look at my battery.It has suffered from running, but is still useable.I calculate how far I could still run and which extra actions I could use it for.There aren´t much options anymore.I take another look at the collector over my shouldermetal as he stops for a second before slowly turning his head at my direction.Fast I put myself back into the structure in the wall.If I take action really quick I might make it to the next loading station during morning.I take a last look at the small human, then I jump out behind the wall and start running.Almost immediately I hear the collectors searchlight snap at my direction. I only know one place where I have an advantage: He is big, fast and very heavy. But I, I am flexible. And that might be my only chance.
Continue! :)
It's a long way to run, but if I've made it this far, I'll make it a while longer. Actually, I realise as I watch the human, fast asleep in my metal arms, I'll make it for as long as I have to, and maybe a bit longer. For her. To think, there was a time where the robots lacked all understanding of emotion. Although I can't feel it, I know this child is important, and I know she's beautiful. I was programmed to protect her, and I will, to my last movement. That's what makes me different from the collectors, I guess. They have no understanding of why they do what they to. They just do it. If they weren't trying to take my precious human from me, I would actually feel sorry for them.The fuel station is old and rusty, but when it rises above the horizon, reflecting the first sunlight of a new day, it gives me hope. When I step inside the fuel cabinet, leaving the now crying human outside for a minute, I believe in us. When I come out, something is wrong. I can only hear silence.
Go on!:D
@famousone, pink_cotton_candy, & thealmightyhobbit: you guys should seriously consider becoming professional authors, together or individually. I'd buy. =)
Thanks finkle&guest, I´ll make another part!
I´m stuck in my movement. There shouldn´t be silence. I spurt back to the small, half-pipe-shaped container I laid the human inside, to comfort her by swaying it a bit.
She is gone.
I stop. My computer information is poping up at the screen, what to do next, where other humans might be. I close them. I didn´t just lose my human in the blink of an eye.
I lost my meaning, why I am in this world. The container is still swaying in the wind. The card with the marks where other humans might be pops up again and I close it again. I don´t want another human. I want the little girl again. It´s my fault she is gone so it´s my destiny to get her back. I put on my heat-detecting camera, take a look at the container and calculate that where ever they went, they can´t be far from here yet, in the container is still a little warmth left from the small humans body. I can see big footsteps in the dirt, heading to the forest. I follow them.
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It has been hours.
The forest is thick, cool, and alive.
With so many other organic's out there, it is becoming very difficult to press on.
The trail has gone cold and I am now only following the tracks.
Then I hear it. It's faint but I know that my sensors can't lie.
My little girl is crying.
I break out in a dead sprint out west, and in seconds I find my self in the middle of an camp. A human camp.
The crying has gone silent.
I am surrounded by humans.
All of them are armed with scavenged weapons, and a surprising amount of ammo.
My scanners indicate that they have a little less than 300 hundred rounds between the fifteen of them.
The leader, a big black man with the build of an aspiring strongman forces his way into the circle and calmly levels his weapon, an MK-14 Enhanced Battle Rifle, at me.
"What are you doing, charging into our camp like this?"
He keeps questioning me, but I don't listen.
I notice that their fire pit is cooking meat.
Human meat.
I sprint towards the fire pit, my artificial nerves firing at each other at hundreds of miles per second. The leader tries to stop me by violence, and someone actually fires a shot at me, but I'm faster than they can handle. They will not keep me away from my little girl.
I don't really know what I expected, but when I look into the fire pit, all I see is flames and chunks of brown meat. Way too big to be from a baby. It's a relief, because whatever happened to her, she might still be alive.
People are starting to gather behind me as I stare into the fire pit, contemplating my next move. Since I lost my little human, I've tried my hardest to ignore the programmed orders and maps showing up before my eyes, but now I see something weird. This place is not registered as a possible spot for human life. A gun cocks behind me, and I slowly turn around.
(Sorry for long text, I have a plot idea)
About ten people are huddled together behind the leader, who's holding a gun just a few centimeters from my head. It dawns on me that they might be scared, not aggressive. I put my arms up, a programmed reaction to guns. If I were to take a shot to the head, my circuits would be broken, and I don't have time to wait for someone to fix me. I need to find my little girl.
I haven't used my voice card in a very, very long time, not since the collectors showed up, so it sounds a bit hoarse when I speak to them.
"I am not... a collector." One or two of them relaxes, but the leader doesn't lower his gun. "I'm looking... for a baby girl. Do you have her?" An old woman shakes her head, and almost everyone looks down into the frozen ground. I do not understand their reaction. Out of the dark behind the group of people, a young boy steps out.
"So you're not the one taking all the babies?"
(Sorry, got a bit carried away. Someone take it from here!)
"I... help... human... I.. don't... take.. baby...need...to...find...baby...girl" i tried to say.
The little boy looked at me with his big curious eyes and asked "Why do you need to find the baby girl?"
I tried to explain to him that the baby girl posses the power to distroy the collectors and free human kind, but all i managed to say was "baby....girl...save...you...everyone"
"excuse me"
I turned around to where the other source of voice came from and found myself face to face with an old lady - most likely the camp's elder.
"If you don't mind me asking, who made you?"
I looked at the over flooding data going on in my mind and found my creator's name.
"Alberitz Connel" I automatically replied.
I heard the old lady gasp. Is something wrong with my creator?
THe old lady suddenly started tearing up and said "Of course it would of being Alberitz, who else would entrust our fates to a robot?"
Carry on? I wanna read more XD
Thanking you. Here we go then...
I was confused. My data banks were scratched and I struggled to recover information about my creator and his work... But then the alert re-registered itself in my mind, the constant reminder.
"The girl. Where is she located?"
My sentences were still blocky and awkward to structure, but at least I was gaining fluency as the long forgotten processes reasserted themselves.
The heads of the villagers sunk to the ground again even the old lady would look me straight in the eye when she talked: "I'm sorry, she is not here. You know, we were once a great and strong tribe..." her voice got rusty and she had to cough while her hole old body shaked, before she could go on talking. "We had strong and clever men and women, and a lot of babies every year. But then the rise of the Takers, this is what we call them, started and they came every year and even more often to take our babies and the once that tried to protect them, had to pay for their lives. Here seems to be some kind of a route for these robots to bring the children where ever they go." She pointed to the forest. "Some time ago we tried to kill one of these monsters and save the kids. But we lost....a lot of innocent lifes during that battle. We never tried it again...", she said while she looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm afraid,the girl you are searching for has gone this way without us taking notice"
"But. Who are. You tribe? Who. Master Connel is? The small boy.", I pointed at him while he hid behind a woman. "He is one of. Your children of. Tribe?" The elderly woman only responded to one of these questions. "Oliver is a baby we found in the bushes. We don't have children on our own anymore, we don't welcome any more visits by the Takers."
Sorry for the long post, sorry for the long wait till I write something again and welcome in the story one_unknown_enigma! I didn't write more because I couldn't figure out how the story could go on...I hope it's okay the way I wrote it now...
Take the storyline from here! :)
I scanned the face of the little boy and realised something...
This child Oliver looks almost exactly the same as baby girl, he had the same eye colour (dark blue), same hair and nose shape. It can't be possible right?? It cant be that baby girl had a brother?
"Found.. Bush?"
Yes we found him in the bushes with a note attached to his blanket that says 'Oliver' 'please keep him safe until the time comes'
I looked though my memory bank, digging as deep as i can until I found it..
There it was..A short clip my creator has locked inside of me.
*Hello robot JK615, I have hidden this file deep inside of you so no enemies can ever find it if you get caught. Me and Mary had a child before Baby girl, his name is Oliver... i entrust you that you will find him and keep him safe with baby girl as they together possess a huge amount of power that will save mankind from destruction.
Please note that zzzzZZZZzzzzZZzz*
*silence*
Suddenly I heard violent stomping coming closer and closer..
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Outwardly, I frown and tilt my head to the side, and repeat the command to play. It doesn't work. I try again and again, my desperation growing with every attempt.
If I don't know my orders, how can I do my job? And how can I protect the girl, my charge, if I'm busy taking care of this new boy, Oliver?
The villagers have only just picked up the sound, and immediately scatter, sending me furtive glances over their shoulders, but not stopping. They think I've brought this on them. And so I am left outside as they lock and bar their doors.
If you were a human, you'd assume robots don't have emotions. You'd be wrong.
Although it's true (unless very advanced) we rarely see the world the way humans do, but there's one thing they underestimate in us.
Drive.
Motivation.
I am programmed to follow the orders ingrained in my circuits, and nothing will stop me when I am given one... being unable to carry out my tasks...
My whole body buzzes, literally, with frustration. The steps keep coming closer.
The ground throbs with every massive impact.
I finally stop the command to play and register the threat they pose. The danger I'm in. That SHE'S in, wherever she is.
One other emotion I forgot to mention.
Fear.
I'm hardly thinking as I make instant scans of my surroundings, trying to see which direction they're going to come from, ever conscious of the low-battery warning blinking repetitively at the forefront of my vision.
It's then that I see something else. The child, who now registers as "Oliver" in my processors, is staring at me from behind a heap of rubble.
(Sorry I wrote so much. And for how bad it is. But I couldn't help it. :D Your turn.)
I guess, I maybe really brought the collectors, whose massiv step come closer every time I hear them, to them because my electromagnetic signals are able to be found with sensors. Oliver is still looking at me, his small body shakes with every rumble in the ground.
I need to get him safe. I need to get all this people safe.
But I´m alone. So alone and left with only 15% of battery.
If I might be able to convince these people that I´m what they call "the good guy"
we might be able to relocate them before the giants arrive,
which means that we have 30 minutes left, I calculate.
That´s not much, but it has to be enough.
I start running towards the first house, still not really sure how I should convince them that they HAVE to trust me and leave. I only have to knock the door one time before I know that they
won´t open it themselfes. In a little sigh I kick it in to see a man with what I think his wife and a teenage daughter, starring at me in fear and anger.
Continue! :)
The lady (wife?) started yelling at me "YAH GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DIRTY MACHINE"
I looked at the lady with confusion. Cant they see im trying to save the village camp?
"Collectors coming here. Evacuate. NOW." I told them with urgency.
"Why should we believe you? A dirty lump of steel." The Lady spitted
Just as i was going to take them by force, the camp elder suddenly appeared behind me.
"Trust this robot, he is the one the would be able to save us, please evacuate and tell the others as-well."
Just as i was about to run out of the house, my sensors started flooding with emergency and warning signals. The enemies are closing in....
A cry rings out, from somewhere in the masses of collectors. I recognize that cry. It's my baby girl, but she is in great distress. No longer caring about the small family I had just tried to evacuate, I rush into the chaos.
I initiate my combat protocols. JK type bots were optimized for stealth, but I need to protect my girl. Her brother. Humanity.
My battery ticks down to 14%. I have ten minutes. Ten minutes to destroy the Omega collector, rescue my girl, and convince these people to rise up and take back their future.
Strange. Records indicate that most sentients fear death, but I feel... happy? No, driven. I will fulfill my purpose, it will kill me, but it will matter.
These lands are stained by blood and oil, the product of millennia of warfare and desperate survival. But I don't care.
I have work to do.
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The collectors are now in the camp and quickly sorting theough people. My circuits are racing as I try to scan the crowd for my baby. I hear two specific screams. One is from my baby and the other is from Oliver. They are both in the clutches of the collectors. For some reason, the collectors aren't bothering with the other humans, just these two tragic siblings.
I calculate quickly on what I need to do, but with my battery so low, I can only save one. I feel my chest tighten as I make my decision: my baby comes first. If I had a heart, it would be screaming. I run up a fallen tree and jump off it and land on the collectors arm. I force the collector's claws open and take my baby. She's screaming, but at least she's alive. I jump to the ground before the collector can compute what happened. I give a mournful glance at Oliver, he looks at me with betrayed eyes before the collector crushes him in its grip. I turn, and disappear silently into the woods.
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As I'm running through the woods, I can hear a dripping noise. I stop and look down. My baby is bleeding. The tightness in my chest constricts to the point to where I feel a phantom pain. I slowly remove my baby's blanket and see that the collector had crushed her legs. My heat sensing chip indicates that her temperature is dropping and her cries are becoming softer. I collapse on my knees and clutch my baby to me. I hear the collectors coming, but I no longer care. I don't care about anything anymore. I look at my baby and a few black spots land on her face. I touch my eyes and see I'm crying oil. Upon realizing this, I cry harder. I look at my baby. She's barely breathing. I put my face next to her ear and say, "Lilian." I pull my face back and look at her. She heard me speak and she smiles . . . And she dies. The collector approaches and grips my head and lifts me into the air. My last thoughts before it crushes my head is of my baby. My Lilian, smiling.
... Still, the battery kind of bugs me. Baby girl was stolen from him while he was charging. And he didn't get interrupted. He finished charging, went outside and then into the forest. Just wanted to point out a little flaw in the story
Maybe they need to get the DNA and are able to reproduce humanity with it..? Right now we don't know what the every single part of the DNA is about, because we don't have the mechanism for it yet, but maybe we will in the future
It doesn't tire me, but it does bore me.
My programming tells me to protect humanity, as did the protocols of countless others.
I am the only one left. The child I carry with me may also be the last of her kind.
My sensors tell me that the night is cool, there is hardly a star in the sky. Perfect darkness, not that is matters.
A tremor in the ground. I know immediately that it is a collector. The humans would liken it to a spider like creature the size of a suburban living structure.
I hide behind a long abandoned and overgrown wall, just barely missing the collector's searchlight. It knows something is here, but has no idea as to what.
The child is unusually silent, almost as if she can sense our immediate danger.
I slowly creep along the wall, taking care I do t scrape against it, and creep into a structure connected to.
I cannot make out details, but I can identify that the area as a North American federation base.
Anyone wanna continue for me?
Continue! :)
Go on!:D
I´m stuck in my movement. There shouldn´t be silence. I spurt back to the small, half-pipe-shaped container I laid the human inside, to comfort her by swaying it a bit.
She is gone.
I stop. My computer information is poping up at the screen, what to do next, where other humans might be. I close them. I didn´t just lose my human in the blink of an eye.
I lost my meaning, why I am in this world. The container is still swaying in the wind. The card with the marks where other humans might be pops up again and I close it again. I don´t want another human. I want the little girl again. It´s my fault she is gone so it´s my destiny to get her back. I put on my heat-detecting camera, take a look at the container and calculate that where ever they went, they can´t be far from here yet, in the container is still a little warmth left from the small humans body. I can see big footsteps in the dirt, heading to the forest. I follow them.
Next one! :)
The forest is thick, cool, and alive.
With so many other organic's out there, it is becoming very difficult to press on.
The trail has gone cold and I am now only following the tracks.
Then I hear it. It's faint but I know that my sensors can't lie.
My little girl is crying.
I break out in a dead sprint out west, and in seconds I find my self in the middle of an camp. A human camp.
The crying has gone silent.
I am surrounded by humans.
All of them are armed with scavenged weapons, and a surprising amount of ammo.
My scanners indicate that they have a little less than 300 hundred rounds between the fifteen of them.
The leader, a big black man with the build of an aspiring strongman forces his way into the circle and calmly levels his weapon, an MK-14 Enhanced Battle Rifle, at me.
"What are you doing, charging into our camp like this?"
He keeps questioning me, but I don't listen.
I notice that their fire pit is cooking meat.
Human meat.
(Sorry, I got cut off)
I don't really know what I expected, but when I look into the fire pit, all I see is flames and chunks of brown meat. Way too big to be from a baby. It's a relief, because whatever happened to her, she might still be alive.
People are starting to gather behind me as I stare into the fire pit, contemplating my next move. Since I lost my little human, I've tried my hardest to ignore the programmed orders and maps showing up before my eyes, but now I see something weird. This place is not registered as a possible spot for human life. A gun cocks behind me, and I slowly turn around.
About ten people are huddled together behind the leader, who's holding a gun just a few centimeters from my head. It dawns on me that they might be scared, not aggressive. I put my arms up, a programmed reaction to guns. If I were to take a shot to the head, my circuits would be broken, and I don't have time to wait for someone to fix me. I need to find my little girl.
I haven't used my voice card in a very, very long time, not since the collectors showed up, so it sounds a bit hoarse when I speak to them.
"I am not... a collector." One or two of them relaxes, but the leader doesn't lower his gun. "I'm looking... for a baby girl. Do you have her?" An old woman shakes her head, and almost everyone looks down into the frozen ground. I do not understand their reaction. Out of the dark behind the group of people, a young boy steps out.
"So you're not the one taking all the babies?"
(Sorry, got a bit carried away. Someone take it from here!)
The little boy looked at me with his big curious eyes and asked "Why do you need to find the baby girl?"
I tried to explain to him that the baby girl posses the power to distroy the collectors and free human kind, but all i managed to say was "baby....girl...save...you...everyone"
"excuse me"
I turned around to where the other source of voice came from and found myself face to face with an old lady - most likely the camp's elder.
"If you don't mind me asking, who made you?"
I looked at the over flooding data going on in my mind and found my creator's name.
"Alberitz Connel" I automatically replied.
I heard the old lady gasp. Is something wrong with my creator?
THe old lady suddenly started tearing up and said "Of course it would of being Alberitz, who else would entrust our fates to a robot?"
Carry on? I wanna read more XD
You should take a crack at reviving it!
-The original writer
I was confused. My data banks were scratched and I struggled to recover information about my creator and his work... But then the alert re-registered itself in my mind, the constant reminder.
"The girl. Where is she located?"
My sentences were still blocky and awkward to structure, but at least I was gaining fluency as the long forgotten processes reasserted themselves.
Sorry for the long post, sorry for the long wait till I write something again and welcome in the story one_unknown_enigma! I didn't write more because I couldn't figure out how the story could go on...I hope it's okay the way I wrote it now...
Take the storyline from here! :)
This child Oliver looks almost exactly the same as baby girl, he had the same eye colour (dark blue), same hair and nose shape. It can't be possible right?? It cant be that baby girl had a brother?
"Found.. Bush?"
Yes we found him in the bushes with a note attached to his blanket that says 'Oliver' 'please keep him safe until the time comes'
I looked though my memory bank, digging as deep as i can until I found it..
There it was..A short clip my creator has locked inside of me.
*Hello robot JK615, I have hidden this file deep inside of you so no enemies can ever find it if you get caught. Me and Mary had a child before Baby girl, his name is Oliver... i entrust you that you will find him and keep him safe with baby girl as they together possess a huge amount of power that will save mankind from destruction.
Please note that zzzzZZZZzzzzZZzz*
*silence*
Suddenly I heard violent stomping coming closer and closer..
Outwardly, I frown and tilt my head to the side, and repeat the command to play. It doesn't work. I try again and again, my desperation growing with every attempt.
If I don't know my orders, how can I do my job? And how can I protect the girl, my charge, if I'm busy taking care of this new boy, Oliver?
The villagers have only just picked up the sound, and immediately scatter, sending me furtive glances over their shoulders, but not stopping. They think I've brought this on them. And so I am left outside as they lock and bar their doors.
If you were a human, you'd assume robots don't have emotions. You'd be wrong.
Although it's true (unless very advanced) we rarely see the world the way humans do, but there's one thing they underestimate in us.
Drive.
Motivation.
I am programmed to follow the orders ingrained in my circuits, and nothing will stop me when I am given one... being unable to carry out my tasks...
The ground throbs with every massive impact.
I finally stop the command to play and register the threat they pose. The danger I'm in. That SHE'S in, wherever she is.
One other emotion I forgot to mention.
Fear.
I'm hardly thinking as I make instant scans of my surroundings, trying to see which direction they're going to come from, ever conscious of the low-battery warning blinking repetitively at the forefront of my vision.
It's then that I see something else. The child, who now registers as "Oliver" in my processors, is staring at me from behind a heap of rubble.
(Sorry I wrote so much. And for how bad it is. But I couldn't help it. :D Your turn.)
I need to get him safe. I need to get all this people safe.
But I´m alone. So alone and left with only 15% of battery.
If I might be able to convince these people that I´m what they call "the good guy"
we might be able to relocate them before the giants arrive,
which means that we have 30 minutes left, I calculate.
That´s not much, but it has to be enough.
I start running towards the first house, still not really sure how I should convince them that they HAVE to trust me and leave. I only have to knock the door one time before I know that they
won´t open it themselfes. In a little sigh I kick it in to see a man with what I think his wife and a teenage daughter, starring at me in fear and anger.
Continue! :)
I looked at the lady with confusion. Cant they see im trying to save the village camp?
"Collectors coming here. Evacuate. NOW." I told them with urgency.
"Why should we believe you? A dirty lump of steel." The Lady spitted
Just as i was going to take them by force, the camp elder suddenly appeared behind me.
"Trust this robot, he is the one the would be able to save us, please evacuate and tell the others as-well."
Just as i was about to run out of the house, my sensors started flooding with emergency and warning signals. The enemies are closing in....
This is super exciting to read ^^
@famousone I know you're still active and your story writing is awesome
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@shiwan
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Those were the few names I remembered atm ^^'
The story is so amazing!
I want more!
Yo, it's very very mucho good but I don't have enough knowledge nor time to do it ;;
I don't really want to write a bad ending right now, but it'd be better than never having closure.
My battery ticks down to 14%. I have ten minutes. Ten minutes to destroy the Omega collector, rescue my girl, and convince these people to rise up and take back their future.
Strange. Records indicate that most sentients fear death, but I feel... happy? No, driven. I will fulfill my purpose, it will kill me, but it will matter.
These lands are stained by blood and oil, the product of millennia of warfare and desperate survival. But I don't care.
I have work to do.
I calculate quickly on what I need to do, but with my battery so low, I can only save one. I feel my chest tighten as I make my decision: my baby comes first. If I had a heart, it would be screaming. I run up a fallen tree and jump off it and land on the collectors arm. I force the collector's claws open and take my baby. She's screaming, but at least she's alive. I jump to the ground before the collector can compute what happened. I give a mournful glance at Oliver, he looks at me with betrayed eyes before the collector crushes him in its grip. I turn, and disappear silently into the woods.
@famousone
I finished the story ^-^
Let's continue this story, shell we? :)