He towed the metallic remains of a
battle-worn robot down the dust-covered road that was once the main trade
artery into the city. His eyes fixated upon its massive outline scaling the
burning red embers of the morning sky. The empty skyline once saturated with
the flying cars and technological advancements found between the pages of
former generations’ science fiction novels, was now a testament to the true
destructive power of modern technology. He had read one of these antiquated
books once, a tattered and dirty testimony to the ignorance of our past.
He lightly chuckled to himself as
he trudged towards the gates of the city, now beaten and dilapidated by decades
of sandstorms and the wind blown ash created through the divinity of a nuclear
winter. There were to be no medal ceremonies or ticker tape parades upon his
return this time. All that remained was the hollow skeleton of his once great
home and a subtle grin etched itself across his embattled face as we headed in
the direction of his home, uncertain about what uncertain trials lay ahead in
the approaching future.
