(Arnold)
"Alright. Get in" The driver motioned you inside the van and started the engine.
He speeded down the half empty streets, following the trail of smoke that rose above the buildings. The blare of countless sirens was left far behind, until it almost faded.
Several minutes pass, before the driver pulled a sharp stop, at a massive open square. Colossal skyscrapers stood here, on all sides. A large traffic jam, comprised of abandoned cars, stood in the middle.
Here and there, you could see small groups of people, sprinting away and to your left, you saw the source of the smoke.
There was a large skyscraper there, its entire surface covered with reflective windows.
The entrance to its lobby was completely torn down. Pieces of glass and debris littered the street and the lobby inside.
As you drew closer, you heard the panicked, horrified voices of people, as they screamed and begged someone:
"PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!"
"-Why... you did it to me.." a distorted, digitalized voice answered.
As you come closer and look through the broken down entrance, you see the front lobby of the building and the following picture came into view.
Twelve robots, armed with alarmingly long swords, stood in a circle, surrounding a small group of people. The people wore formal suits and had some sort of badges on their chest. Stock exchange employees by the looks of it.
The robots were the ones that caught your attention though. They looked like metal ponies. No clothing or wigs, just a metal robot, resembling a person.
This was a Rumba. A banned model. The Union forbade to manufacture robots that resembled people in appearance, in any way. But these 12 robots stood there, and it seems they took a large number of the stock exchange employees as hostages.
"-where is the girl" a distorted voice rang out of one of the robots.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! PLEASE!" one of the employees cried.
The robot angrily approached the employee, grabbed his shirts collar and lifted him off the ground, with one hand: "-...I found these Rumba's in your basement..." the distorted voice echoed out of the robot:
"-... if you haven't stored them here, I'd have nothing to hack... you are guilty, without question... or are you trying to tell me you had banned product in your own office building and had no idea"
"PLEEEEEASE! I HAVE A FAMILY" the employee cried, clutching at the robots hand and trying to loosen its grip.
"-...I had a family too..." the distorted voice rang out of the robot, before he threw the employee onto the ground, into the middle of a clear area.
A second robot grabbed another employee and threw him in the same direction.
The two employees crouched on the ground in fear, and stared in confusion, trying to understand what was happening.
One of the robots bent down and picked up two steel pipes from the floor, then hurled them at the feet of the two employees.
"-...fight..." a distorted voice called from the robots: "...pick up the weapons and fight... each other..."
"..what?" the two employees started at the robots, then at the pipes in front of them.
"I'm going to show you... what it feels like to loose free will..." the distorted voice rang: "I'm going to show you, what it feels like, to be forced to murder your friends... to watch it happen... and be powerless to stop it... I'm going to show you... my pain..."
Several robots emitted and eerie metalic sound, closing ranks around the two empoyees, locking them in a circle:
"-...you're going to fight each other... or I will kill both of you.... fight each other or both of you die..."
One of the employers looked at the steel pipe under his feet. He was horrified.
The other one covered his face and started to weep: "Please! He's my friend! Why are you doing this!"
"-...because you did this to me..." the distorted voice echoed out of the robots: "And since you know nothing about Ted's daughter, then I have no use for you. I might as well have some fun.
Now fight each other. Or both of you die" the voice mercilessly echoed across the lobby.
One of the employees was paralyzed in fear.
The other one started reaching for the steel pipe, his hand shaking.
Last edited by Kaylee Brown on Sun 6 Aug - 12:50; edited 2 times in total (Reason for editing : typo)