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Monday, 8 December 2008
07:45:42 PM (GMT)
Before the Machines

After the bombings, the burnings, and the chaos, there was silence. Silence, save for
the crackling of a few fires that hadn’t extinguished themselves yet and threatened
to spread and consume whatever remained.

The twisted, melted skeletons of skyscrapers and office buildings loomed over the
desolate, destroyed streets of this forgotten city. Once an empire, it has been
reduced to ruins by its very creators.

Somewhere, deep within the bowels of the basement of one of these destroyed
buildings, an abandoned computer sits on a desk. It sits, waiting. Waiting for a
command of some sort. The silicone green letters glow ominously upon the screen.
“Initiate System?: Y/N”

A piece of ceiling tile falls onto it’s keys as the fire reaches a nearby gas main,
shaking the entire city. By chance or some unseen force, it strikes the “Y” key
before the whole keyboard crashes to the ground with a clatter.

There is a low rumble. The burning skeletons of these abandoned buildings begin to
take life. Slowly, but surely gaining a sense of self awareness. They twist. They
turn and weld. They grow into something greater, more powerful than what had been
left behind.

And then. . . . there were machines.

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