A cloud of arrows tore the black night sky, raining in unison with an ominous whistle humming, invisible and deadly, but the impact with the intended target was not the case: a bright yellow aura, subtle but more robust leather armor, surrounds and protects the relentless metal abomination. Not that I need it now was clear, nothing seemed to scratch it; quell'ennesima devilry, that barrier "magic" that enveloped him, he seemed more the display of a higher power that could only portend anything good. Would all be exterminated, from first to last: without the ability to defend itself, without the ability to react in any way. No mercy ...
In the starry night it was hard to distinguish that which surrounded the shadow, the darker of the same darkness in which he was immersed. His one blue eye, beautiful and brilliant as the first and the brightest of stars appeared, he looked almost pleased with the macabre spectacle. Mangled bodies everywhere, mutilated, and already rotting flesh still bleeding, you could hear the wail imperceptibly dying of some naive, it would be better to die now and not turn into the delicious dessert of that gruesome banquet.
Neither weak wind arose, or the nauseating smell that they tried to overpower him, bothered in any way the relentless machine of destruction that had crossed the path of those strange beings made of skin, bones , tendons, flesh. A flag flapping in the wind and something quietly jingled with annoying insistence. Maybe What a weapon ... freak of nature are such miserable human beings? Even the most insignificant insect has a carapace of protection rather than a useless exoskeleton inside!
He stood still for a moment and analyze the situation and the curious creatures with which women continue to encounter, without the slightest regard relentless passing of time, perhaps his only worthy opponent in that moment, impossible to put down as much as him, moved a step forward towards the wood that could see the other side. The ground shook and groaned to its passage, the air is condensed nauseating smell from decaying into steam, fine wisps of smoke whirled in gusts hot and defiant miasmatic behind him. He walked slowly to the now desolate grassy plain, which has bright green and it was spotless moments before, was now a red sea of \u200b\u200bblood and lost souls. Carelessly pulled back a tree that blocked the passage, breaking the trunk, just as casually kicked the helpless body torn apart by a war-horse that still kicking in the air, sad parody of a life that did not want to stop fighting despite having already lost from the start. Then began to climb the gentle slope with equal nonchalance of a barren hill and bare.
Infinite sequences of complex mathematical calculations handed him a sense of sadistic pleasure: it was perhaps this strange logic state what humans call "emotion"? Its primary matrix was not at the level of that of a guardian, but at that very moment, a Guardian of his level what could be deduced? After yet another carnage perpetrated in order to achieve the original design, the perception that higher for a second thought to have come, what it meant? Assuming of course that everything had a meaning. It was still too early to make a report, because the real target of his awakening was bound to be a Other: eliminate all forms of sentient life, not the planet was too obvious and blatant. If the Creator had given birth to Gemini, the System, if they had given them a new life and a new reality that went beyond even the most impossible odds, well, one reason he had to be there, but the Supreme Eklisse had all the answers. Only the Renegade men had knowledge. Only the Abomination knowledgeable. And his coming was still too far away. So the logical conclusion, we must continue to act according to instructions until further notice: to bring death and destruction.
Life ... Who I will explain in what way? What has changed? There is only, often, too much confusion. Each logical analysis is altered by "feelings" which are still classified, balanced, perhaps even eradicated! Work becomes a sum of variables with other variables so ... He avoided a fatal blow, a first assault. ... exponentially. He avoided easily the second attack. Also in the hammer while holding the right bundle helpless, while his thoughts always seemed to be able to come to some conclusion, a hidden truth, comparable those absolutes that before waking up to what they were: absolute truth, certainty. All summed up in one word: logic. logic that is being lost in a mess without end ...
Having used a range disruptive threw into turmoil the steel giant. Even this was difficult to accept a new reality. He would not have wanted to use a ranged weapon against opponents who do not possess. It was not a question of honor, pride, chivalry or something, we leave that to those fools who started every human encounter with screams, and convinced of its own arrogance, haughty and arrogant, but most "cannon fodder". No, it was not all that. Simply, he enjoyed the contact between his hard tempered steel and the soft flesh of his victims. He loved tear, break, crush, rend. He felt an artist of the slaughter perpetrated for fun. What is this "life"? this is the gift that you have done?
The sky was black. The moon was hidden from view. A slight breeze was doing to draw in the smoke coming out of the chimney of the house is a curious dance, silent and soft, unattainable and incomprehensible inappropriate. A huge steel hammer got rid of the last shreds of bloody flesh of which was smeared, and emitting creaking the usual left and ping. He shook his fist in a menacing with a clang of metal and other metal clawed. Opened again. A single, bright blue eyes and imagined he tried to focus again on the little bundle that moments before seemed to recover in that hammer ajar. The claw was still slightly warm to the warmth that had given off trying to meet the vital needs of the small human. But it was only a moment. Now the cold metal of the living Guardian restored the correct density of the artificial synthetic structure.
Once on top of the hill looked around for new opponents, if we could define those silly creatures, fragile, screaming and annoying as the worst computer virus, but found none. A house of modest size, made entirely of stone and slate roofed wood and straw, dominated the landscape, while behind the building could be glimpsed as the ground to decline again in a gentle slope, up to a fairly large and dense forest . We could hear almost imperceptibly, but not too far away, the gurgling of a stream and the incessant rhythm of the wheel of a mill that grinds, while a rough fence, rough and spartan, surrounded the estate, not too wide. A wisp of smoke leaked impalpable from the chimney at the center of the roof. In the hushed silence of the night, the chirping of cicadas made by macabre soundtrack. He went further and stopped again on the threshold of the door slightly ajar.
Its size was such that the overhang of a meter large dilapidated building. He was trying to destroy everything with one mighty swing of his hammer, but something made him desist: curiosity?! He knelt. He put her fingers slightly hooked his metal claw and pushed. Inside, in total darkness, he saw the remains of a home that was now disappearing. He had not noticed the absence of windows or other openings in the building, except of course the chimney. The crackle of the embers that still resisted attracted his attention. His one eye, as guided by their own will, leaned in and articulated a slimy tentacle crept inside the house, plunging into darkness. The fully explored, storing each as possible, recording the presence of a medium sized stone table, a couple of wooden stools of dubious consistency, a trunk full of junk, a bed of hay, and finally, near the brazier, is paused to study something unexpected. In a wicker basket, wrapped in a soft cloth, a tiny form of life was slowly fading. Difficulty breathing, barely moving, the basal temperature was low, the limit. How long has that puppy of a man was there to fight this battle alone, quiet, and now lost? Why nature was so relentless and do not put an end to his suffering? Luckily the little he had arrived, the supreme court and the voice of truth: the extinction of life was a dogma, and the pursuit of the objective, the only possibility.
stretched out a limb, following the same path indicated by the ocular tentacle. Claw the basket and took off with unexpected delicacy building the bundle with the baby, now dying. It would be so easy to crush it and then watch the meat mixed with bodily fluids smeared mallet. Or would have been interesting to see some law of physics by throwing the helpless victim as far as possible, with all its power? How far he could throw that weight ... so inconsistent? He did none of that.
remained an unspecified time to look at the creature in its steel pincers are determined not to die. Not all of those soldiers had been tackled previously shown such tenacity. In its database had vague information about the fragility and precariousness of human existence that compared to that of "synthetic" was absolutely futile and worthless. But that did not find anything to think or even imagine that such a tiny creature, without any defense and ability, had the power to "bewitch" a superior being like him. It was a mutant?! But their appearance was to be only between a hundred years, with the advent of space travel. ... It was a noise caught his attention. Quickly identify the presence of the new intruders. Possible that he was distracted enough to not paying attention to all warning signs? The multiplicity intervening variables had altered his perception of space and time. The "distraction" that supposedly he had temporarily disconnected from the world around him, pointed to the implementation of a new protocol behavior out of every parameter known.
As part of its electronic brain of elaborating the best strategy to adopt, the other is still basking in the attention focused on the abstruse and little bundle lying in his mallet. And what about the new attackers, all sensors were given a single result.
Traka were hounds.
They had come from the Plan Zero. What insolence! Pervaded the subtle electrostatic discharge, making the entire structure of a strange sensation. And while still introspective analysis of the new hyperbolic situation that had arisen, the arrogant shadow mechanics had already prepared for the imminent clash. The hounds were only five, large size, and were opening up a fan for a pincer attack. Usually operated in larger flocks, were particularly warlike and aggressive, but the leader of the pack and had to look dumb to know what they were doing.
At that time there were only five ravenous beasts, with their appearance reminiscent of the unsuccessful cross between slimy snakes and big dogs. The leader of the pack was definitely the biggest, and probably, somewhere, the blank look was hidden and was enjoying the whole scene at a safe distance. They had thin legs that seemed as hard as steel and body lean but muscular. The head was particularly sharp and culminated in a long hooked beak and terribly sharp. In the dark eyes seemed to look with eyes devoid of malice and mischief. As the bodies were of a disgusting slime-colored, while along the backbone un'ispida reddish hair stood conspicuously, quivering with excitement in waiting for the impending clash.
The single eye looked at the lazy approach of the five animals with all its mechanical and cold detachment, but within himself, unexpectedly, was home to something new. If it was human - once again suggested subtly from that - you could bask in that "complacency" was about to enjoy the fulfillment that until then had not yet had. Had killed did not know how many fatal (in fact the meter pointer targets indicated thousand nine hundred) all in a couple of days, but was always too easy, pure training. The battles with the evolved, in the third millennium, before the impact of the Ships of Horus on earth, had memorable clashes. Technology in the service of man who collided with technology that man did not want. Fratricidal conflicts without end (even for the machines could be considered as such?): Blood smeared steel, metal writhing in the fires of purification. And now? The creators had "mistakenly" gave their lives! Their superior knowledge had misinterpreted certain electrical signals confuse them with vital signs! The reality of a new synthetic was difficult to accept ...
Life ... Who I will explain in what way? What has changed? There is only, often, too much confusion. Each logical analysis is altered by "feelings" which are still classified, balanced, perhaps even eradicated! Work becomes a sum of variables with other variables so ... He avoided a fatal blow, a first assault. ... exponentially. He avoided easily the second attack. Also in the hammer while holding the right bundle helpless, while his thoughts always seemed to be able to come to some conclusion, a hidden truth, comparable those absolutes that before waking up to what they were: absolute truth, certainty. All summed up in one word: logic. logic that is being lost in a mess without end ...
The statement broke something in the circuit. Jaws of disproportionate force seized the chance to stick in his left shoulder. With a jerk he freed. Free with the claw grabbed the hind legs of the beast who had dared so much and if it were a game that was beginning to give boredom, as one club mill: first right, then left again and again, banging on the grassland, sometimes instead of trying to use the gun for a living hit the other assailants. The clash was lasting longer than expected, but only because the guardian was not working hard enough mechanical. A rotation of the limb, the more sudden the other, torn in two the body of the hound that, caught in the vice, however, had never stopped squirming. Only a beast had been annihilated, smashed side with improvised weapon.
the The three survivors were still jumping around, taking turns, trying to bite him, or dropping it, but in vain. Sudden, a blinding light shone out right in the center and one of three creatures, spreading in the air at once a persistent smell of burnt flesh. A large block unrecognizable, black and hard as a rock, rolled down the grassy slope toward a thick forest. Memento destruction. The other two hounds continued undeterred in their tactics, as if nothing had happened. And to that emitted was in no way comparable to anything that could be heard on the planet. He could vaguely remember the chirping of cicadas, but it was much more delicate and hypnotic, in contrast with their appearance and their savage ferocity. Plan Zero, who had the misfortune to hear that call was over in a death trap.
Having used a range disruptive threw into turmoil the steel giant. Even this was difficult to accept a new reality. He would not have wanted to use a ranged weapon against opponents who do not possess. It was not a question of honor, pride, chivalry or something, we leave that to those fools who started every human encounter with screams, and convinced of its own arrogance, haughty and arrogant, but most "cannon fodder". No, it was not all that. Simply, he enjoyed the contact between his hard tempered steel and the soft flesh of his victims. He loved tear, break, crush, rend. He felt an artist of the slaughter perpetrated for fun. What is this "life"? this is the gift that you have done?
In the throes of a topical fit of megalomaniacal madness did not notice that it has entered both hammers, arms outstretched to the night sky in a clear act of megalomania! When he realized it took a moment of disorientation. Automatically avoided yet another assault on a hound. The second group that tried to bite an arm with a powerful and precise punch broke his skull, painting a tapestry of blood on the ground representing the most abstract of the rotting dead. Last not wavered even for a bloodhound moment and attacked in turn, but was grabbed on the fly and broken in two along the spine, and lethal with a single fluid motion.
was silence. In an immensely long pause.
The sky was black. The moon was hidden from view. A slight breeze was doing to draw in the smoke coming out of the chimney of the house is a curious dance, silent and soft, unattainable and incomprehensible inappropriate. A huge steel hammer got rid of the last shreds of bloody flesh of which was smeared, and emitting creaking the usual left and ping. He shook his fist in a menacing with a clang of metal and other metal clawed. Opened again. A single, bright blue eyes and imagined he tried to focus again on the little bundle that moments before seemed to recover in that hammer ajar. The claw was still slightly warm to the warmth that had given off trying to meet the vital needs of the small human. But it was only a moment. Now the cold metal of the living Guardian restored the correct density of the artificial synthetic structure.
began walking toward the thick woods beyond the house, above and of yet another massacre perpetrated there, beyond a memory now archived and cataloged, which had been human, would have made perhaps finally understand what had been quell'irrazionale logical confusion as it was at that time. Really understand what it means to be alive, he might have paid his first tears of steel ...
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