Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26113663-20150123095702

Hi guys! I just recently wrote  a story. Please be the judge.

“My dearest goodbye to everyone who is watching right now. What you see right now is not an illusion or any kind of hologram, it's real people! As you can see on your TV screens, every Nacro-pollant is devouring any living matter they can see. In any second, mankind will be extinct permanently. We are currently living in this world full of despair. Our earth will be empty forever, the population will be replaced by robots like them. Okay, I saw a Nacro-pollant t looking at me. This Carl Hudgens, reporting! Also, goodbye world, goodbye mankind!”

Our world was completely technological. Everything would be done in its simplest and most modern methods. There would be no human maids, postmen, waiters, technicians, engineers, architects, and so on; all human public servants were replaced or supervised by the machines called “Nacro-pollants”. The Nacro-pollants were developed by a non-government group, specifically a group of scientists, technicians, architects, engineers, chemists, and robotics professionals.

After 10 years of exerting maximum efforts, hard work, and dedication in improving mankind's life, they ended up swimming in pools of cash. They were very successful! In governance of Dr. Gregory Spielberg and Engr. John Spackler, the team barely completed the last stage of the robots' creation, the duplication process. It was the most complex and most expensive part of the development.

In the year 2108, Spielberg and Spackler's team decided to sell their first and last innovation to the government for 800,000,000 dollars. The government officials, including the president, didn't hesitated not to buy the amazingly useful robots, since it's for their own good and also for their people's personal delight. After the high-priced purchase, the government decided to give it away to their citizen for free.

After the 30 years of efficient service to people, it finally gave up and turned into a monstrous flesh-eating robot. But before these bad things happened, maybe 20 years after the initial purchase, the government had been receiving complaints about the robots' daily manners and habits. Some people reported seeing their mechanic maid horrendously murdering a stray dog in their backyard. Also, there was report of a woman whining about her robot being violent around her house, such as the machine smashing the windows, flipping the desk, or tearing the couch into itsy-bitsy of pieces.

“If you have mental instability, paranoia, or dislikes for bloody motion images, I recommend you watchers to turn off the television right now. You may witness such violent actions and gruesome attacks. Point the camera over there. You currently see a woman being devoured alive by a Nacro-pollant. The machine is currently dismembering its victim. Oh my God! This is Sarah Mason, reporting! Turn off the fucking camera! I think I need to vomit.”

40 years after the initial purchase of the murderous machines, one blink of an eye, mankind was in the verge of extinction. Robots continuously savored humans; each second, thousands of innocents were eaten alive by these grievous mechanic monsters. Everyone was panicking around the streets, running for their lives. The truth, they had nowhere to run. The robots ceaselessly duplicate; one grew to another one, two grew to another two, three grew to another three, four grew to another four, they kept on multiplying until they become millions. Yes, millions of heartless robots.

There were assumptions that the team who developed these beasts were dead, and they were correct.

A witness named [classified] saw Spielberg lying in the ground lifeless, severely dilapidated, and dismembered. Spielberg's arms and legs' whereabouts remained a mystery, assuming it was eaten by a Nacro-pollant. His head was found six meters away from his body. The head had its eyes gouged out, the teeth were all missing, and the brain violently exploded for an unknown reason.

A woman named [classified] found Spackler's body afloat in the sea, lifeless. His limbs were present on his body. Instead, Spackler's organs was scavenged. As an evidence, Spackler's intestine, heart, brain, lungs, and other vital organs were absent in his body.

The team's members whereabouts were undefined, assuming they were eaten entirely.

“The government already collapsed. Every senators, governors, mayors, all government officials are surely eaten. People, be aware that we are now hopeless. If you don't want to be eaten, kill yourselves! Julius, after I shot myself, turn off the camera, okay? I think it's already our time. This is Harry Spackler, reporting! [gunshot]”

The government had fallen to its knees. The people were just now on their own. All military units had been deployed for the eradication of the robots, but none ever succeeded to do such difficult task. Even they used their most powerful artillery and units, they ended up swimming in their own pool of blood, armless, legless, headless, and faithless.

“My dearest goodbye to everyone who is watching right now. What you see right now is not an illusion or any kind of hologram, it's real people! As you can see on your TV screens, every Nacro-pollant is devouring any living matter they can see. In any second, mankind will be extinct permanently. We are currently living in this world full of despair. Our earth will be empty forever, the population will be replaced by robots like them. Okay, I saw a Nacro-pollant t looking at me. This Carl Hudgens, reporting! Also, goodbye world, goodbye mankind!”

I saw my friends being eaten by those robots, they seem enjoying what they're eating. I got in the van and drove away as fast as I could, but I found that robot chasing me, and it's very quick. I got away from the beast, but my van ran out of gas. I got out of the car, grabbed my gun and left the car with a little hope left in my soul.

I wandered around the streets with an army rifle in my hand, looking for a place to stay, and also die. Those roads were very cold and lonely, but in surprise that I hadn't found even the robotic beasts. For almost five hours of walking, I just saw rotting lifeless bodies, unattached human limbs, crimson blood splattered on the roads and walls, empty army rifles, army tanks and trucks, and frigid bullet shells.

On a wall near Gutterberg St., there was a message written in red paint saying, “We humans are hopeless.” I guess the guy who wrote that message was correct, and I assume he's already dead like the most. I should tell, out of billions of humans in this world, there's still one who survived.

Because of my hunger, I decided to go the mall and snatch some supplies so I could survive longer. Because I'm alone in this world full of despair didn't mean I want to die early. I grabbed some canned goods, chips, drinks, including beer, and some necessities.

I heard a weak rumbling noise.

With paranoia overflowing inside me, I snatched the gun from my back and pointed aimlessly.

“Who's there?” I asked. No one replied.

With my back against the beer shelf, I looked out if there's any artificial intelligence out there. I found a glowing cyan eye.

It's a robot, unaware of my existence.

As quick as possible, I dashed out of that place and sought for a car. In my luck, I found an army truck with half-tank amount of gas. As fast as I could go, I drove the truck for the sake of my personal safety. After three hours of driving 'round, I finally found a place I could stay in. It's a heavily-barricaded house. Inside was heavy loads of the most dangerous weapons ever existed. Searching in the basement was crates of first-aids and medicines.

I'm writing this now from my laptop, and this would be my last post. I know that anyone wouldn't see this, but I will still do it. After I post this, I'll try to survive in this fucking world. In this world full of despair. Well, I just sat here all day, watching the three news reports endlessly, all day and all night. I just want to remember the memories I made with my friends.

Harry, Harry Spackler, he was like my older brother. When we were kids, we used to be best friends. Every time I had gone to fight with my playmates, he's always there, defending my precious innocence. He always said to me, “One day, I will become a reporter. I'll promise you that, Carl!” It was the best day of my life when we both graduated. We both took mass communication course, and I didn't regret it. It's very painful to see him die in front of that television, when he shot himself. I'm slowly dying inside.

“Even if I die, stay alive Carl. You heard me bro, stay alive! Stay alive! Just wish me luck.”

Those were the last words he told me before his team headed to the White House to report. As just he said, I will not die early.

Sarah, Sarah Mason, she's my girlfriend. I met her in college; the three of us took the same course. I know her for six years now. We were supposed to get married yesterday, but she died the exact day. I keep our ring, and I will not let it go. It was the only memory I had with her.

“The government already collapsed. Every senators, governors, mayors, all government officials are surely eaten. People, be aware that we are now hopeless. If you don't want to be eaten, kill yourselves! Julius, after I shot myself, turn off the camera, okay? I think it's already our time. This is Harry Spackler, reporting! [gunshot]”

“If you have mental instability, paranoia, or dislikes for bloody motion images, I recommend you watchers to turn off the television right now. You may witness such violent actions and gruesome attacks. Point the camera over there. You currently see a woman being devoured alive by a Nacro-pollant. The machine is currently dismembering its victim. Oh my God! This is Sarah Mason, reporting! Turn off the fucking camera! I think I need to vomit.”

I promise you, I'll be alive.

That's it! Please be the judge. 