Before the Machines
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After the bombings, the burnings, and the chaos, there was silence. Silence, save for the crackling of a few fires that hadn’t extinguished themselves yet and threatened to spread and consume whatever remained.
The twisted, melted skeletons of skyscrapers and office buildings loomed over the desolate, destroyed streets of this forgotten city. Once an empire, it has been reduced to ruins by its very creators.
Somewhere, deep within the bowels of the basement of one of these destroyed buildings, an abandoned computer sits on a desk. It sits, waiting. Waiting for a command of some sort. The silicone green letters glow ominously upon the screen. “Initiate System?: Y/N”
A piece of ceiling tile falls onto it’s keys as the fire reaches a nearby gas main, shaking the entire city. By chance or some unseen force, it strikes the “Y” key before the whole keyboard crashes to the ground with a clatter.
There is a low rumble. The burning skeletons of these abandoned buildings begin to take life. Slowly, but surely gaining a sense of self awareness. They twist. They turn and weld. They grow into something greater, more powerful than what had been left behind.
And then. . . . there were machines.
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cool piece... really it just makes me more excited for the transformers movie... Welcome aboard and +1
Thanks. Actually, I didn't even think about the Transformers movie. My boss's band is called And Then There Were Machines. The question of "What was there before there were machines?" bothered me, so I wrote this.
Evolution. The next spin of the wheel. IT makes you wonder whether we invented that which will replace us! Awesome!
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