Leaving for work
I may not live in the nice part of the city, but at least I can see it from the slums.
The golden hour
The sun is setting on my way to work. It is my favorite time of day, and pretty much the only time I see the sun since I work nights.
The chef bot is going wrong
I was hired as a waitress, but I have to spend a lot of time in the kitchen to keep an eye on the old chef bot. He is getting eccentric, well so am I nowadays.
The one who shows the way
What are you doing out here on your own?
I show those who are lost the way, are you lost?
Gamma ray shield
The old ones built massive mechanisms in orbit to protect us from the suns radiation. They are failing. Most of the world is barley inhabitable because of the heat. The poles are still tolerable, but a vast deseert lies in between. There is a saying that has become poiular nowadays "the world is tilting".
Nomads
There are still those who have to live in the desert. Nomads who hang on to life by a thread. Bandits who look for oppertunities, and the millions of bots who escaped the cities.
They march accross the desert
Once they escape the cities they head to the desert. When they hit the equator they follow it around the world. They never stop marching. More arrive every year. They say they are following the music.
Bandits
They are always watching. Brutal, and without any empathy. They prey on the weak. They operate in gangs. There is frequent wars between the different gangs. The life of a bandit is short.
They are not afraid here
The bots don't seem worried about being captured or messed with here. I wonder what they are doing, they seem busy. What does a bot do when it is free, and has no job to do?
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