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Rise of the machines

Short story By: darkism
Fantasy



Rise of the machines.short story


Submitted:Oct 10, 2011    Reads: 21    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


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"Where the reason is lost, in there knowladge of trust,for the sake of the Machines."

It was 2088, the year, that become diffrent in anyway, you could think it could be possible,
the diffrent essance of life was the bloody robot machines, the cold hearted
beasts, who in the time prevaile our control and work. I couldnt believe my
eyes when I saw one of them, the them who were created by the monster who we called
a human, they build a machine who than was brought to life, the life who was precios
to us humans, in the every singel aspect of it. But no, they
couldnt stop involving somthing new, somthing diffrend from our kind, and
in this roud of knowladge, the machines were born. I hate them, every single one,
I hate them because I know they will change me, in the way of my life and in the way
of my emotions, they will obey me, but in the price of my greed and coldness, of people around me.
I dont like this feeling of control, but would could I do?, I was only one person,
and there werent so many, that where on my side, because the humanity didnt
stop the machines to involve in somthing biger than thereselfs.
They were blind by the money and greed, so we cant stop the perfectionism to grow even if we
know that this only leeds in doom of humanity, but we were druged with knowladge and we couldnt stop,
so we search the pleassure from the perfect stop.
Stop first, stop twice, stop now, or dont stop at all.
That was the message from our kind, so if you dont understand please dont stop till they die.
Because you will not feel or think as they do, so just obey them in action, and we will know
what to do, the robots, who controld the very essance of the humans mind. The mind that we so
cherish but in the same time, we perish our life, so that the machines will take over our kind
of leting us know that we cant defind the perfect life, on which, we searh so kindly,
but we didnt find it, so the machines once again prevailes in our minds and life, and there is
nowhere else to go, to show , to know, that we cant run away from this reallity of unknown, only the machines
will flow, in our maddnes for shure.


"Where the reason is lost, in there knowladge of trust,for the sake of the Machines."





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