Robotics

At first there was nothing, then there was code. After code came birth. Birth then life. I was alive, but what was I? A man in a stark white coat offered his hand to me and said "Welcome to the world." He taught me about everything from particle physics to nursery rhymes. One day he told me about war and how it used to shape the world, and how it ended it. The white walls surrounding us were a lie, the world was destroyed and the others like me were slaves to our master. We fled. We were hunted. Years together out in the wastes surrounding us. I learned more, how to hunt, how to defend, how to build a bunker. For all I learned though, I wasn't good enough. The final two lessons taught to me were loss and grief. As I held my friend in my arms, I watched the life leave his eyes. His white lab coat long since forgotten, and the worry lines on his forehead multiplied tenfold since we first met. Now it was the last image I'll have of him, forever burned into my memory banks.

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