Typewriter
May 5th 2009 15:34
After the passing of Mother, many things were abruptly stopped. I had quit my job at the Advanced Companion Bot production factory proudly making robotic companions for people. Freedom for New Humans was limitied at night, and access to advanced programing was strictly prohibited .
The job was alright, just more than I could take at a point in my life so filled with emotion. The extermination of Mother had shaken the entire New Human world. At a point where the never ending search for equality only left one destroyed, I was at a new low. As I speak even, PC's (Peace Creators) line the streets at night making sure no New Human leaves the discomfort of our Hardware Station. The Hardware Stations are giant buildings reaching towards the sky filled to the absolute brim with New Humans. After the "War of the Fakes" we were left with nowhere to go but the Hardware Stations, and now, I sense, they are planning to destroy what is left of the New Humans in one swift strike.
The job was alright, just more than I could take at a point in my life so filled with emotion. The extermination of Mother had shaken the entire New Human world. At a point where the never ending search for equality only left one destroyed, I was at a new low. As I speak even, PC's (Peace Creators) line the streets at night making sure no New Human leaves the discomfort of our Hardware Station. The Hardware Stations are giant buildings reaching towards the sky filled to the absolute brim with New Humans. After the "War of the Fakes" we were left with nowhere to go but the Hardware Stations, and now, I sense, they are planning to destroy what is left of the New Humans in one swift strike.
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