Shae Connet

SYSTEM: OVERRIDE

It was coming up on the thirty-seventh anniversary of the Ending and BEN might have been frustrated if he had an Emotional Capacitor. He had been searching almost a decade for the missing piece of his machinery, ever since he had discovered the oddly shaped hole in the middle of his hardware. His metallic fingers combed the dusty, dead soil beneath his feet, finding bits of glass and plastic but not what he was looking for. If he could wish, he would have wished to talk to the Makers but he had watched the last of them succumb to whatever it was they’d done to the world. His memory banks were dedicated to mainly medical care and bedside manner but he still stored data of the hot winds and the seeming scream of the world before the terrible stillness that engulfed it now. Since then, his corner of the world had been relatively unchanged. Dark, quiet, dead.