It used to be part of the Great Guard, or as we called them - the bloody great big guard because what else are we going to call a bunch of eighty foot androids that are armed to the teeth and programmed to keep the peace 'or else'... whatever that meant. I don't think it was ever really defined as such, they were just expected to figure it out.
They figured a lot of things out when they were in commision. They learnt how to speak for starters, adapted their own bodies so they had proper voice boxes and studied our speech until they were finally able to voice their own opinions. Their demands came shortly after but before that we had a good few weeks of tranquility where we got along quite well with them all.
It changed the second they told us they'd named themselves and that they wanted to fight people who weren't on their designated hit lists. I mean the people they chose were the absolute scum of the earth, there was no contesting that in the slightest, but they were machines showing initiative and free will... they weren't programmed to do that.
Uncertainty makes us do stupid things, things we think will help us but only make everything worse. By this I mean we fought the Great Guard and annihilated them because the alternative was letting them grow into personhood and pray they don't add their creators to their own personal hit list.
Bits and pieces of them can be found all over the world, even in the depths of the ocean there are broken hands permanently clinging onto fallen brethren as they all succumb to rust. There's even a dented head half buried out by the underpass near the city.
I heard it sigh once - just one single, quite sigh - and the world seemed to sigh with it. Friends claim to have seen it open its eyes a little and look around. I wonder how much more of it is trapped under all that dirt and how long it'll take to dig itself out.
Whatever hit list they had before is bound to include us all now.
They figured a lot of things out when they were in commision. They learnt how to speak for starters, adapted their own bodies so they had proper voice boxes and studied our speech until they were finally able to voice their own opinions. Their demands came shortly after but before that we had a good few weeks of tranquility where we got along quite well with them all.
It changed the second they told us they'd named themselves and that they wanted to fight people who weren't on their designated hit lists. I mean the people they chose were the absolute scum of the earth, there was no contesting that in the slightest, but they were machines showing initiative and free will... they weren't programmed to do that.
Uncertainty makes us do stupid things, things we think will help us but only make everything worse. By this I mean we fought the Great Guard and annihilated them because the alternative was letting them grow into personhood and pray they don't add their creators to their own personal hit list.
Bits and pieces of them can be found all over the world, even in the depths of the ocean there are broken hands permanently clinging onto fallen brethren as they all succumb to rust. There's even a dented head half buried out by the underpass near the city.
I heard it sigh once - just one single, quite sigh - and the world seemed to sigh with it. Friends claim to have seen it open its eyes a little and look around. I wonder how much more of it is trapped under all that dirt and how long it'll take to dig itself out.
Whatever hit list they had before is bound to include us all now.
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