Servoth's Story Thread

[Servoth]

Well, I'm tired with the 'International Incidents' section, I dare not go to 'General', 'F7' isn't what it use to be, and quite frankly I can never find a rp that I like in 'PttM'. And of course the rest of the forums have no use for me.

Well, with little outlet for my creative abilities elsewhere in this dismal website, I've come here hope to find a way to craft my worlds of thought into worlds of text. Hopefully. Maybe. If anything I'll atleast get part of them written. So here it goes.

The Machine (Part One)

[Verbluffen III]

What will you be doing with this thread?

It sounds interesting.

[Servoth]

What will you be doing with this thread?

It sounds interesting.

If all goes well, I'll be posting some of my own short stories here for people to review and enjoy.

[Verbluffen III]

What will you be doing with this thread?

It sounds interesting.

If all goes well, I'll be posting some of my own short stories here for people to review and enjoy.

Das ist gut!

I am interested!

[Carrasastova]

Well, I'm tired with the 'International Incidents' section, I dare not go to 'General', 'F7' isn't what it use to be, and quite frankly I can never find a rp that I like in 'PttM'. And of course the rest of the forums have no use for me.

Well, with little outlet for my creative abilities elsewhere in this dismal website, I've come here hope to find a way to craft my worlds of thought into worlds of text. Hopefully. Maybe. If anything I'll atleast get part of them written. So here it goes.

None yet.

Sounds promising.

Also, the General thread at the moment is dominated by the controversy between Europe and South America over the Bolivian President, the fate of Cyprus, gay bars, the Bible, and why the NZ Labour Party decides to plan a "Women only" rule in party candidates.

[Servoth]

The lobby of the Empire State Building was all that was left. The art deco sunrise perhaps the only thing that was still an example of happiness in the post-apocalptic New York. As far as the rest of the symbol that had represented the progress and power that had been America's and argruably the world's greatest city, it had tumbled over, and had broken into ruble and dust as it made an impact with the New York streets below it years ago.

The rest of the Big Apple had met a similar fate, either the buildings had been burned away by the bombs or had failed the test of time and crumbled. Whether either happened or not, the city that was once there was gone. However the place was not dead yet. Life in one form or another still persisted, though most of this "life" would not be instantly recognizable to any human born before the event that caused all this.

For example, some life was mechanical, mostly because it takes much longer for iron and steel to break down and rust than it takes for organic life to die and rot away. Here in the lobby of the Empire State Building was Police Unit 2985HK-24B Manhattan 627. He (as that is easier to call a robot) was a product of the pre-event world and of the advancement of science and technology in general. A six foot tall humanoid design, unlike that of the box-like 2987VK models, with skin made of gun metal black steel. His head a helmet like dome from which to circles of black glass protruded acting as the unit's eyes. Only minute amounts of rust began to grow on the machine's skin, a showing of it's age and unusefulness in this new world.

The fact that there was no crime anymore meant that a Police Unit was in every sense of the word, useless. What use could a dead city have for a machine created for a living one? In this new world, there was no crime because there was no one to commit the crimes. In this new world, there were no missing little children because there were no little children to go missing. But because there had been no attempts to shut the Machine off, it had determined it was still needed, one way or another. Or maybe the only reason it still persisted was that it wanted to persist, even now that is was a pointless device of a lost era.

The Machine stood unwavering in that one spot, in the center of the remains of one of the world's most famous constructs. It's lifeless cold, black eyes staired into the endlessness of the nothingness. Then a sound rang out, a noice had registered with it's computer of a brain. And this time it was different, not that of the sound girders slipping out of concrete casings and falling onto fellow pieces of steel. No, this noice was the product of a child, a human child. And as such, it had purpose now, to protect that which was in danger, he was designed for this!

The Machine sprung forward out into the remains of the New York streets, beginning the search for the only one who was in peril, for his new purpose. Something he had been waiting for nearly centuries had finally found him.

To be continued...

[Maryginia]

Do you mind if we post some of our Own?

[Servoth]

Do you mind if we post some of our Own?

Sure, I don't mind.