Post by Echo on Sept 26, 2014 12:18:02 GMT -8
The streets of Nameless ran silent. Even the never-ending thrum that vibrated through every inch of the city, like some giant mechanical web, was subdued to that of a whisper. Black soot was exhaled into the sky via the old copper smoke stacks that outlined the main river of oil that divided the clockwork’s home. Both parts of Nameless pressed on their daily routines as a practically a ghost town, the streets void of any biological life. Deep in the workings of it all sat the god of Science encased in his underground system of tunnels.
{tick} {tick} {tick}
The sounds of a device on idle reverberated eerily off the walls as the Great Machine formulated over his next set of predetermined actions. His toneless voice broke the serenity. “Defect. Noun. A state of improper functionality which interferes with worth or utility; a lack of perfection, completeness, or adequacy”. He rose to his feet, his large metallic frame moved over to a rack that had strapped by hands and feet one of his newest creations. “…That is what you are... unacceptable ”, he added staring blankly over the frightened male clockwork who jerked at the restraints.
{tick} {tick} {tick}
“L-Let me go. Please”, the brittle voice of the clockwork begged. “Request denied” Echo responded curtly, lowering his face to meet eye to eye with his subject, examining the man’s sleek silver casing that hugged most of his torso from a detached perspective. “Please…please let me go”, the male pleaded through a breath too tired to keep fighting the restraints that only seemed to tighten the more he floundered about.
“Initiating salvaging sequence in 5…”. The ticking formed into a whirring upstart of machinery sounded from somewhere else in the room, progressively growing louder as it moved towards the clockwork.
“Please, stop!”
“4…”
“Don’t do this”
“3…2”
“STOP!!”
“1…”
All that could be heard over the collision of metal grinding were the screams of pure terror.
{tick} {tick} {tick}
The sounds of a device on idle reverberated eerily off the walls as the Great Machine formulated over his next set of predetermined actions. His toneless voice broke the serenity. “Defect. Noun. A state of improper functionality which interferes with worth or utility; a lack of perfection, completeness, or adequacy”. He rose to his feet, his large metallic frame moved over to a rack that had strapped by hands and feet one of his newest creations. “…That is what you are... unacceptable ”, he added staring blankly over the frightened male clockwork who jerked at the restraints.
{tick} {tick} {tick}
“L-Let me go. Please”, the brittle voice of the clockwork begged. “Request denied” Echo responded curtly, lowering his face to meet eye to eye with his subject, examining the man’s sleek silver casing that hugged most of his torso from a detached perspective. “Please…please let me go”, the male pleaded through a breath too tired to keep fighting the restraints that only seemed to tighten the more he floundered about.
“Initiating salvaging sequence in 5…”. The ticking formed into a whirring upstart of machinery sounded from somewhere else in the room, progressively growing louder as it moved towards the clockwork.
“Please, stop!”
“4…”
“Don’t do this”
“3…2”
“STOP!!”
“1…”
All that could be heard over the collision of metal grinding were the screams of pure terror.