They say the Wandering were once just like us - fellow flesh and blood beings with thought, feelings and families. It's hard to believe that when they've killed so many in search of spare parts. They don't use us for their parts, they use our machines - our cars, our phones... our life support, our iron lungs.
Any time they pay attention to us is more of an afterthought than actual acknowledgement. We aren't the things they're looking for, not unless we have a pacemaker or cybernetic implant but most people who had those are gone now.
It becomes an addiction. They start by needing stronger bolts, a bit of light plating and the next thing you know they've broken down your door and are tearing at your nan's ocular implants to replace their own failing sight.
The older Wandering make a hollow sound when you throw things at them like all their parts are just for show and they're running on impulses and habit instead of rational thinking. At least the younger ones, the freshly made ones, still have some understanding of right and wrong.
To all the rest - we're a noisy background that occasionally interferes with their maintenance.
Any time they pay attention to us is more of an afterthought than actual acknowledgement. We aren't the things they're looking for, not unless we have a pacemaker or cybernetic implant but most people who had those are gone now.
It becomes an addiction. They start by needing stronger bolts, a bit of light plating and the next thing you know they've broken down your door and are tearing at your nan's ocular implants to replace their own failing sight.
The older Wandering make a hollow sound when you throw things at them like all their parts are just for show and they're running on impulses and habit instead of rational thinking. At least the younger ones, the freshly made ones, still have some understanding of right and wrong.
To all the rest - we're a noisy background that occasionally interferes with their maintenance.
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