The year is 2122 and to get to a food distribution center - a brave American soul has braved the outside with its toxic atmosphere and skin burning UV rays due to the partial destruction of ozone layer by climate change mitigation efforts. It is 120 degrees outside. And it's much hotter inside her suit. She is at the center to get her monthly allowance of 10 units of food. "Food" is what it's called anyway.
"Hey, droid. You gave me 9 units."
"Incorrect. There are 10."
"Count them yourself: 9. A unit is clearly missing." Are even droids selling shit on the black market now?
"Dogs." Cyberdyne Systems cyberdogs are programmed to kill in 13 different ways. For control purposes there are 3 dogs in the room. There are dozens patrolling the center.
"Hey, you know what? 10. I made a mistake. There are 10 here! I am a happy citizen!" She doesn't want dogs escorting her home.
The Year is 2123. Deep in the forgotten and flooded grotto of a decayed and decommissioned state university, an unkempt manchild falls wetly out of a cryogenic chamber funded under a juicy DoD grant with high overhead and nonexistent reporting requirements to study the living brains of stubborn assholes.
Not sure where he is or what is going on, he was born ready to die fighting a war somebody else lost.
... Months Later ...
The dogs emerged suddenly, sending the party scattering noisily in multiple directions with a cloud of kicked up sand and dust. A lone figure stood still against the burning sky, staring with practiced contempt at the lead dog's sensor array.
The year is 2122 and to get to a food distribution center - a brave American soul has braved the outside with its toxic atmosphere and skin burning UV rays due to the partial destruction of ozone layer by climate change mitigation efforts. It is 120 degrees outside. And it's much hotter inside her suit. She is at the center to get her monthly allowance of 10 units of food. "Food" is what it's called anyway.
"Hey, droid. You gave me 9 units."
"Incorrect. There are 10."
"Count them yourself: 9. A unit is clearly missing." Are even droids selling shit on the black market now?
"Dogs." Cyberdyne Systems cyberdogs are programmed to kill in 13 different ways. For control purposes there are 3 dogs in the room. There are dozens patrolling the center.
"Hey, you know what? 10. I made a mistake. There are 10 here! I am a happy citizen!" She doesn't want dogs escorting her home.
"Yes. Yes, you are. Next!"
The Year is 2123. Deep in the forgotten and flooded grotto of a decayed and decommissioned state university, an unkempt manchild falls wetly out of a cryogenic chamber funded under a juicy DoD grant with high overhead and nonexistent reporting requirements to study the living brains of stubborn assholes.
Not sure where he is or what is going on, he was born ready to die fighting a war somebody else lost.
... Months Later ...
The dogs emerged suddenly, sending the party scattering noisily in multiple directions with a cloud of kicked up sand and dust. A lone figure stood still against the burning sky, staring with practiced contempt at the lead dog's sensor array.
And he was through running.