The Robot Family

A military convoy consisting of two armored vehicles in front and behind a larger armored cargo truck carry classified material. Projects, which left Fort Detrick at 9 AM, February 4, 1972. Fort Detrick, home of the U.S. biological defense program.

Headed towards Fort Bragg, the convoy would go from Maryland to North Carolina, and then estimated five hours nonstop.

However, about a quarter into the drive the military convoy was intercepted in Petersburg, Virginia. A terrorist labeled group had formed a militia and attacked the convoy in broad daylight, in the middle of traffic.

Gunfire sounded off like firecrackers, and the screams of civilians filled the silence in between each reload. The militia group wore dark purple from head to toe, representing the color of their group's sigil. With ski masks to cover their faces.

Military officers responded with force, immediately taking down about five of the militia members. The terrorists answered with an antitank weapon. Fired at the leading armored vehicle of the military convoy. The rocket ejected with a blast of fire and a cloud of smoke. The vehicle was blown into the cargo truck carrying the classified projects. Another rocket was fired, and this time guided to hit the armored cargo truck. The truck was blown onto each side, left with a large tent from the impact. The armored truck was completely stuck on its side.

Slightly discombobulated, the officers were swarmed by the militia and bombarded with bullets. Four died, the others made it to cover. They reported the situation to H.Q. Most, if not all the civilians were gone. If not already caught in the crossfire. Bodies of bystanders, terrorists and military officers covered the street. Still littered with abandoned cars and shells from the weapons.

Sirens were heard in the distance, but the terrorist group was not concerned, if local police did show up, they would easily be taken care of. The remaining officers were found hiding under the cars, they were picked off like bugs. Leaving a red splatter across the pavement with each point-blank shot. Some did hide well and did not die before taking a couple militia members with them.

As the terrorists finished eliminating all of the remaining officers, the leader of the militia group investigated the tipped over cargo truck with about 15 members. There were some struggling officers from the explosion, choking on their own blood. They were put out of their misery. Upon opening the back doors of the truck, it was revealed they were already forced open from the inside and broken.

“Damn.” The leader said as he scratched his head. “They got away.”

“They?” A close militia member asked.

“Oh hey Donny.”

“Hey.”

“Yeah, they. These classified projects are biological weapons of infiltration created with the help of what’s being called the first artificial intelligence.”

Donny looked more confused than before. The leader sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, basically, since explaining anything further scientifically won’t work for you. The government made human looking robots, created to be spies. Blending in with humanity, it’s ingenious.”

“Wow. Must be worth a lot.”

“Oh yes, enough to last you generations.”

“And they got away. So what now?”

“We failed. There is nothing we can do now. They will probably find their way back to the government or the government will find them. It’s time to go.”

The leader rounded up all of the militia members and the terrorist group disappeared as fast as they appeared. Leaving a chaotic mess in their wake with bodies all over the floor. The street was dead silent, all that could be heard was the sound of glass being crushed under the boot of Donny. The only one who stayed without anyone knowing. He elected himself to investigate the city thoroughly.

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In a private meeting room, located in the Pentagon, sat three high-ranking officials who discussed the outcome of the event.

“No surviving officers, no contact with the prototypes and no leads on the terrorist group. Absolutely pitiful.”

“What a shame, $500 billion down the drain. Kill the project and any evidence.”

The three officials nodded at each other.

“Enough of this reckless spending on biological warfare projects. Let’s build more jets.”

“Agreed.” They all said.

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Back in Petersburg, Virginia five people huddled together in an alleyway, each person with a dent atop their head.

“Where are we?” A little girl asked.

“Petersburg, Virginia. I would assume.” A young teenage boy chimed in.

“What are we doing here?” A middle aged woman asked.

“Information unavailable.” The eldest teenager said.

“To be a family, to blend in.” A bearded man said, pulling them all closer into the huddle. They all smiled at each other.

“To be a family and blend in!”

They all put one hand in the middle, stacking on each other.

“Jackson family on three.” The bearded man said. “1, 2, 3.”

“The Jackson family!” They all said together as they broke off.

The bearded man leaned in and whispered.

“Until further orders are known.”

The robot family wears what looks like medical uniforms, step one would be to find new clothes. So, the younger teenage boy guided the family to the closest clothes store. As the family headed away, Donny began his search by asking locals if they’ve seen anything or anyone acting suspicious, he posed as a private investigator.

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Will the Robot Family get caught and sold? Will the government take them out? Can they blend in?

Find out on Robot Family Part 2!