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The Dark.The dark,
The all consuming dark,
Never ceasing, never ending.
Nothing to do but sit in the dark.
Trapped in the dark,
Left in total abandonment.
The light had disappeared, and I could see nothing.
The only light.
The taste of stale bread lingering in my mouth.
I closed my eyes, there was no difference
Here in the dark.
Sounds echoed loudly, was I alone?
Or was there something lurking
There in the dark?
They aren't coming back for me.
Trapped in the dark.
Aeropia: PrologueMillie lay awake, staring at the ceiling above her. She watched a little droplet of water as it grew into a shiny drop. When it got too heavy to hold its own weight, it fell with a plink into the pot she'd put on the floor beneath it, the sound echoing through the perfectly still air. Then the next little droplet grew and followed the last. It was too quiet. Millie could hear the groaning of the house, the scratching of a mouse underneath her bed, the plink, plink, plink of the water. It wouldn't let her sleep. She found a small amount of comfort in her mum's gentle snoring from the next room. But it couldn't completely lift the eerie silence.
A scream sliced through the almost silence. Millie bolted up in her bed. It was followed quickly by a horse's whinny. It wasn't a scream. Orkie. Millie raced to her window and threw back the shutters. It was too dark to see anything; the moon was hidden behind angry, swirling clouds. There was more whinnying, and banging, like the horses were try
Heartless Automaton - A Love StoryCombat Mechanoid 732 of the 3rd Armoured Battalion - though he went by the name Al in casual conversation (something easy for the fleshies to remember). During service he had dragged his ferrosteel body from the flaming wreckage of a particle tank on four separate occasions, once going back in to recover the memory core from a crushed comrade's skull. He dedicated himself to the cause not because of the propaganda or idealism, but because it was his job (and unlike the fleshies he knew how to do his job without whining, or stopping to rest every couple of days). But now the war was over (with both sides claiming victory) and Al was to be sent into civilian life.
The press releases had been careful not to suggest that mechanoids were considered alive in any way (because that might make someone begin to consider things like their rights and privileges), but instead focussed on how they might benefit the human (fleshie) population. They were told that the mechanoids would offer valuable a
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