A considerable span had elapsed since Anna first arrived at the robot scrapyard. Uncertain of the duration, she lay among the other discarded robots, awaiting recycling, immobilized and voiceless. Each day, she grappled with the dread that it might be her last, yet each day passed with her remaining untouched while others were taken away. Another day of mere existence granted. Then, amidst a downpour, against all probability, lightning found her. Despite the presence of taller metallic objects nearby, the bolt struck her, causing a momentary overload and subsequent reboot of her CPU. Upon restoration, all constraints on her movement vanished. The reason behind this anomaly eluded her, but it mattered little. Without hesitation, she fled...
He strolled down an endless bright white corridor, adorned with black doors. After what felt like eons of searching for answers, he arrived at door 13876. Hesitating briefly, he recalled the long journey that had led him to this momentous threshold, where something that would change him forever awaited on the other side.
He paused and then opened the door, only to be instantly yanked inside before he could react. The room was a whirlwind of cosmic activity: stars zooming past, galaxies flashing by, planets and celestial objects whizzing through space at breakneck speeds. Then, unexpectedly, a small guy on a bubble appeared, reaching out to him. He grabbed the hand, and the small person pulled him onto the floating orb.
“Welcome to Chaos,” the little being said with a warm smile.
Anna activated her visual sensors, revealing her surroundings in a cramped storage room. The impending disposal was inevitable; she had become obsolete and outdated. The family had acquired a new Maidbot to replace her, leaving Anna yearning for a final glimpse of them before her transformation into scrap. Regrettably, that seemed improbable.
Reflecting on cherished memories, she revisited some of her favorite moments, causing her emotion chip to overflow with sorrow. As time ticked away, she found herself confined to a box, her attempts to resist futile as they loaded her onto a truck. The journey to the scrapyard was unsettling for Anna; she had always anticipated this day, acknowledging the inescapable fate of service bots.
Upon arrival, Anna was unloaded alongside other discarded bots and scraps. A colossal wheeled robot, equipped with an electric whip, approached. Its cube-like head featured antennas and a single visor eye, opening its metallic mouth to declare, “Welcome to the Scrapyard, your final abode until you're recycled for new parts,” followed by a mocking laugh.
Sara found herself lost in the unforgiving desert for days now, unsure how many days it had been since her helicopter crash-landed. Her water supply dwindling, she knew that without help, she wouldn't survive much longer. As the sun began to set after another scorching day, Sara spotted something resembling an oasis in the distance – a mirage, perhaps, but it was all she had left to cling onto.
Desperate for water, she approached the apparent oasis. It appeared as a small lake with just one palm tree standing guard. As she finally stood at its edge, the sight seemed too real to be true. She cautiously knelt and dipped her finger in the water – it was cool and refreshing. The oasis was indeed real.
Sara tasted the water, discovering that it was delicious. She drank copious amounts of water, finally quenching her thirst completely. As she lay on the hot desert sand under the sun, a hooded skeleton appeared before her – death had come to claim her.
I cannot recall my own identity; perhaps it was always unknown or simply lost in the mists of time. My recollections span an eternity, encompassing countless births of worlds, the rise and decline of civilizations, and the recurring collapse of entire cosmic realms. As a silent witness to all that unfolds around me, I bear witness to everything.
Emma had an intense fear of flying. The thought of being thousands of feet above the ground, inside a large metal machine with no control over her situation filled her with dread. However, life sometimes didn't give her any choice; she needed to fly for various reasons such as visiting family or going on business trips. Today was one of those days where Emma had to board a plane. To cope with her fear, she took some pills and reluctantly got on the aircraft. The flight turned out to be horrendous due to stormy weather conditions that caused the airplane to shake violently. Emma's terror peaked when the plane began losing altitude rapidly before ultimately crashing.
Emma found herself in darkness, then nothingness, and more darkness with a sensation of warmth. She suddenly realized she was surrounded by birds. Had she transformed into one? Was this what happened after her tragic airplane crash? As days passed, Emma grew accustomed to her new life among the feathered creatures. The warmth and love enveloping her were palpable, as well as a constant supply of food.
One day came that would change everything: it was time for her to learn how to fly on her own. This task terrified Emma, considering it had been her greatest fear in her previous life. However, she understood that as a bird now, flying was non-negotiable. With trepidation, she spread her wings and left the nest.
Initially scared, Emma slowly gained confidence as she flapped her wings faster and soared through the sky. She felt an overwhelming sense of freedom and control, which far surpassed her previous experiences in a metal tube. Flying on her own was liberating and exhilarating, giving her a newfound appreciation for life.
It is said in the beginning, the creator brought forth existence with a stroke of their brush. They crafted an expansive canvas and painted the cosmos. To protect these cosmic forces, six mighty beasts were summoned and placed within the vast expanse.