When I awoke I could only see total darkness. Given my genetic makeup, I could usually see in the dark, but now, for some reasons, I had lost my
night-vision ability. Panic started to kick in. I raised my hands and felt my face. My face still had is discreet fox-like traits - those same traits
which I always tried so hard to hide. But then, how come I didn't have my vulpine vision ability, anymore? My whole skin also felt kind of numb. Then
I realized that I underwent the Shatter Machine's process. I now was but a pale, artificial copy of my former self - a copy made of metal and
The realization froze my mind with utter horror.
But I didn't have the time to ponder further upon this.
There was a slim rectangle of light right beneath the door. And right at the center of this rectangle there were the shadows of two feet, just
standing there. Then, like in a nightmare, the shadow of a head lowered itself, entering the rectangle of light, and emotionlessly stared right at me
through the small opening.
Then, whoever it was, it went away. The bar of light was full once again.
I got out of the "OUTPUT" bed and slowly walked my way to the door, crossing the ocean of obscurity. I was halfway there when from the other side I
heard a series of stumping, like a march. The bar of light was occulted by about a dozen feet. I bent down to get a better look. They were robot feet.
Someone had sent five robots marching to this door, and I doubted that the purpose of this march was to bring me a coffee.
I ran away from the door but it was too late. I heard five kinetic energy weapons fire simultaneously. The door was instantly riddled with holes, and
I felt countless impacts on my back, the mere force sending me on the ground.
The weapons stopped. I was not dead. I cautiously inspected my back - I had suffered no damage. Then the realisation dawned upon me: My body's density
was twice anything the Astar has ever printed - including projectiles.
I got back up and turned my head to take a look a the robots blocking the door. I had to get out of here.
"All right", I said. "My turn. "
I distributed a kick to the closemost machine and it toppled unto the ground. I used it as a step to jump in the air and, using gravity at my
advantage, gain more velocity energy. My open hand slammed on the second robot as I landed on my feet, with all the force of my jump. The machine
flied backward, colliding hard with the one behind it.
Two more to go. I straightened up and inspected my hands. No damage. I heard the fourth robot move. I lifted my head but my red-and-white hair was in
front of my eyes, I could see nothing. The robot activated its automatic weapon and I stumbled backwards. I lifted my right hand and shielded myself.
The projectiles smashed into my hand but their destructive capabilities were like that of tennis balls to a wall of concrete. I kept shielding myself
from the rain of projectiles. The machine did not buldge. Neither did my determination. The weapon ran out of bullets. It hurled the empty weapon at
me but I caught it in the air. I smiled. The robot swang at me, but I carefully eluded it. I eventually bumped against the OUTPUT platform. I rolled
over it and landed at the other side. The robot crawled upon it. This is when I realized, it was on the OUTPUT platform. I hurried to the INPUT
platform and placed the empty weapon there. Finally, I pushed "run". The weapon got 3-d printed right inside the robot on the OUTPUT, causing the
robot to fail. Finally, the last robot placed itself between me and the doorknob.
I drove my hand right at the center of the machine, grabbed the doorknob right behind him, turned it, and drew my hand back out. The machine failed
and I calmly walked out the operation room.
I knew the Astar would get a wind of my escape so when the afternoon came I took a walk amongst the crowd on this fine tuesday.
As I watched the crowd rush by, I couldn't help but feel alien to them. Sure, nowadays humans were only one-third human, the rest was a mixture of
newt DNA (for immortality) and some other specie, the latter of which was different in each individuals (for sterility, since no reproduction is
possible unless two individuals are of the same specie). All around I could see "humanity" - a cocktail of genetic dissonances, each individuals
bearing his/her own deformities with a mixture of sadness and detachment. The legacy of Project Escaping God. But, they were still "human" by general
definition; that is, they were organic living beings with the most human genetic material, whereas I was made of inorganic materials.
Meanwhile, the Astar elites were no doubt turning themselves into indestructible copies of their former selves, at this very moment, thanks to the
damned success of my own passage through the Shatter Machine.
Suddenly my gloom was interrupted by a short tune resonating all across the street. Sounded like the 3 o'clock news.
A pleasant voice blared:
"Hello - I am Maat; and this is your 3 o'clock news. "
What'd tell you?
"Earlier this week Astar scientists have successfully created an improved version of the Alcubierre drives. Much faster and more lightweight than the
old drives, the new drives have been fitted today on all ships of the Astar's military fleet around Alpha Tauri, with the hope that such improved
ships will help to terraform further planets, and move people away from overpopulated areas and to new worlds. On a related topic: Given that Earth is
the Astrian world which has expressed the greatest continuous opposition to the Astar's motions, the Sun has decided to address the issue. The elite
have reached the decision to send four ships to Earth at 6 o'clock so to meet with its people, and discuss about alternatives for this planet's
The tune played one last time to signal the end of the news. The chatter of the crowd cheered at the news.
I couldn't believe it. The Astar wanted to talk with the "insignificant" people of Earth? Something was definitively wrong.
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