Dystopia Pt 2/3

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First part of the story can be found here.

Malak went over the field. It was dark, but the dry sand did not give much shelter. He got closer. There was a hole in the fence. He went through it.

A killer robot came by. In a distance he could see the flying ones. He was more scared of the walker, even though the flying ones were usually more dangerous. They moved almost like humans.

He got closer to the big factory building. He moved close to the ground so the robots would not see him. Some had lights in front, they were the easy ones to avoid. Others could see in the dark. He got in where the cotton entered the building. He jumped onto the assembly line and let himself be pulled in.

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All the presents was lying in a big pile in her room. She had so many things she didn’t even have room for them any more. That’s the way life should be, as far as she knew.

Today she was going to the park with her mum and dad. They did that a lot. People mostly did what they wanted, no one hardly worked any more. There was no need.

She brought her little teddy, her new favourite toy.

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Knives cutting the cotton. They were getting closer. Fast. He crawled the opposite way on the band, but not fast enough. A gap on one side, passing by, just for a moment. He jumped in.

He came out under the lines. There were robots everywhere. Some seemed harmless, working, moving things. Others he knew from before. He moved under the lines until he found the machine Mika’s mother had told him about.

He started screwing off the screws. Removed a plate on the side. There it was, the piece she had shown him. He got it out. The machines stopped.

Alarm. He hurried towards the hole he’d come in from. A robot blocking his way. Two drones were moving in under the assembly lines.

To be concluded tomorrow.

https://www.theguardian.com/sustainable-business/2016/feb/24/automation-end-work-obsessed-society-dystopia-jobs

https://youmethepostapocalypse.wordpress.com/2017/05/18/earth-2100/

Dystopia Pt 1/3

Dystopia pt.1

Today was Tanya’s birthday. The last of the many gifts was a teddy bear. A brown one, with a red band around it’s neck.

It’s the best present of them all! She said, giving both her parents a big hug.

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It’s a rat! Said Mika exited. Go ‘round, get it!

Malak jumped over the barrel and stuck his pointed stick down behind it. Got it! Proud he held the rat in the air. It was still shaking.

Malak and Mika hadn’t seen the world before the automation. Before the great war. They said people worked in the factories and on the fields back then. People were needed. Now things was changed.

They said there were other lands far away, on the other side of huge walls and on the other side of the sea. Lands where they used the things made in the factories, ate the food grown in the fields. Here there was nothing. The fields were closed in by electric fences. The factories guarded by robots and drones. The owners no longer needed even to step on their soil. Everything was done by machines.

They heard a sound. A metallic sound nearby.

Shhhh! Said Malak. Get down. They lay on the ground. A robot was passing by. It walked on two legs, had guns for arms. Grenade launchers. A killing machine, hunting humans. Malak had seen them before, many times. He would never forget the day they eradicated his family.

Humans in the third world were considered pests. They were in the way of production.

The robot passed them. They were safe for now, relatively speaking.

They got back home. They opened the little hatch to get into the underground tunnels they lived in. Sewers, they were once called. Now they were homes. Mika’s mother was waiting.

Look, we caught a rat!

Thank God, she said. One rat weren’t much food, but at least it was a big one. She started the electric oven. Lights went out.

Not again… She said, and got a torch. She went through a door and down a hallway. She came back with a dark look on her face.

A piece of the generator is broken. Your father got into the factory and stole it, but it was a lot less guarded back then. Now it’s even more difficult than when he… She stopped. Mika concentrated of keeping back his tears.

I’ll go, said Malak.

You..? You can’t, it’s too dangerous. You’re just a child.

You’re so nice to me. I want to help. And I know how to get into the factory.

Mika’s mother said nothing, just looked at the little boy who had arrived so suddenly. He had survived against all odds.

Besides, I’m not as clumsy as you grown ups! He laughed. She didn’t, but it was settled. Malak would go into the factory. Without electricity they would be doomed.

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Goodnight little princess. I hope your new teddy bear gives you sweet dreams.

He will for sure! I love him. He’s the best present ever.

 

To be continued tomorrow.

https://www.neondystopia.com/cyberpunk-politics-philosophy/automation-and-the-prospects-of-anti-tech-politics/

https://utopiaordystopia.com/tag/automation-and-trump-voters/

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