I am a pioneer and a working for a small group of researcher trying to discover artifacts of the past to understand what happened. We are in a post-apocalyptic future. Most of the lands are ashes, dust and sand. We trying to re-discover the earth our ancestor lived on. Now, real humans are pretty rare to find and we set from place to place in small groups like nomads.
My beard and hair are long and white but I am not old. Nor am I an albino. It’s just like this, we all look the same. Everything feels like old Far-West conquest but minus the conqueror aspect. We are now the preys. Robots, which now control the majority of the planet, raid our camps as they find them. They steal our men, women and kids and turn them into cyborg human slaves.
After another raid, I decide to leave this group and go on my own. I escape into a forest. I had hidden some weapons there. Upon arrival to my secret place, I see a man standing there on a mechanical horse. The same model I had hidden right there. I first thought he had stolen mine but not. After briefly discussing with him we decide to team up. He had left his camp as well and when the pioneer’s researchers will find out I am gone, I’ll be considered as an outlaw.
After stocking up guns, ammos and activating my mechanical horse we head out the wood. We are now in some desert in Kansas. We follow some half-destructed highway crossing the desert for a couple of days (In a dream I guess that was only a few seconds in real life time).
The footstep of the mechanical horse crack the asphalt every step because of their power and weight.
On the left far side of the highway we see a bunch of robots kneeling and searching for something in a pile of junks. As we approach we realize what they are: Cannibal robots, searching for other robots parts in this pile of junks. I know they won’t bother with us, we are human, but our *fresh* horse might cause us trouble. How long they have been eating rusted and corroded models? Our horses would look like a majestic feast for them.
As I feared, they raise their heads upon hearing us. We stop and load our guns ready to fight. They start to completely ignore their pile of junk…
And my cat in real life woke me up… I was pissed, I loved that dream and how it was heading to…
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That would make a good movie or book or whatever you want to make with it!
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