Post by Jamie Lee on Sept 16, 2007 10:08:17 GMT -5
((One shot))
Rain pelted down from the sky, giving accent to what was already the gloomy atmosphere that made the twilit city of Robotropolis. Its large buildings rose up into the dreary sky of which no sunlight could ever penetrate through the thick smoke clouds, wrecked and crumbling from years of neglect and pollution.
If one were to look closely enough into the depths of the gloom they might take notice of a lone figure sitting on top one of those building's ledges. A spiky silhouette against the dark sky. In an instant lightening flashed, revealing the figure as what could, from a distance, be mistaken for a cobalt colored hedgehog. In reality, however, this figure was of a nature far more artificial.
A pair of crimson eyes looked upward as the sky was briefly illuminated, listening to the soft tinny rapping of the drops of rain pelting against his metallic face. Something about this weather appealed to him in a way he couldn't describe. As he sat there he mulled over the few recent events he'd experienced since his activation, and as he did a strange boiling feeling rose up inside of him and coiled tightly around him. Out of some semblance of subconscious behavior he dug his talons into the ledge he perched on, the feeble and damped concrete crumbling slightly, distinct white lines visible in the stone. The lightening flashed again, and was soon accompanied by a distant roar. He had never seen rain before in his short time being active, and yet, something about it struck him as... familiar. As if the roar and fury of the sky was calling out to him. It soothed the boiling to some degree and left him feeling curious.
Staring intently at the sky, he watched as the clouds swirled as the upper atmosphere's wind tore violently at them, scattering and reshaping him. He traced the paths of the lightening as it streaked its trails through the sky with awe and he wondered what made it rain in the first place. Surely there had to be a logical explanation, but as a machine who was designed specifically for battle, information like that wasn't exactly necessary, and as such wasn't included.
But he wanted to know.
He stretched his metallic talon out toward the sky, unaware of the dangers this posed during a storm, as if reaching out toward it would give him the answer he desired. After a moment of fruitless expectancy, he took to calculating the wind speed and pressure, and the speed and angle at which the raindrops hit him. After a moment he took to slowly waving his arm from side to side, calculating the minute changes this caused. It was odd for him to be doing this; when utilizing the blistering speeds his engine produced calculating his surrounding elements in mere milliseconds was critical, but now... now he was just sitting there, still. There was no logical reason for this action that he could discern. He just... wanted to. Had to. He was compelled.
After a long and reluctant moment the robot finally broke his focus away from the sky, idly scanning around at the ground below him. He was supposed to be on patrol duty, but he'd already been through the area he was assigned to several times without anything of interest presenting itself. So, after a moment of reasoning, he had decided it would be more efficient for him to find a perch with a good view and conserve his energy rather than waste it continuing to wander around.
His scan of the ground only continued briefly before his focus turned toward his own body. He watched with fascination as the rain continued to pelt him, reflecting the glow of his eyes, sliding off his armor, becomming increasingly larger as the drops joined with others until they fell off him and onto the wet surroundings. He brought an arm up and held it horizontal, watching this strange phenomenon, his head canting to one side. He gave his forearm a shake, watching the gathered liquid be sent flying everywhere in large drops, catching the light of his eyes they shined briefly like rubies before vanishing back into the gloom. He allowed the rain to gather on his forearm again and repeated this, somehow finding this to be amazing.
Finally he seemed to notice his own hand. Momentarily forgetting the rain and the lightening he brought his palm up to his face and he stared intensely at it as if he were seeing it for the first time. He flexed his wrist, flexed each of his clawed fingers individually and opened and closed his fist. Bringing his other hand up he scrutinized between the two, studying their features as if they were the most fascinating things that had ever existed. Slowly he lowered one of them to the ground, looking at the ledge he sat on, and began to scrape his index finger along it. It produced an unpleasant screeching sound, but he continued, watching the lines trailing the path of his finger form that the rain quickly disguised.
This soon shifted back to idly looking over his body. This time, however, wasn't because of the rain. He stretched one of his legs out in front of him, studying its shape and color, pointing, flexing and twisting his foot that had been painted to give the illusion he was wearing shoes. He wondered why he'd even been given legs. Wouldn't he have been more aerodynamic without them? It wasn't as though they served any critical purpose... He could hover just fine with only his engine... why had he been given this design?
Suddenly a pressing thought pierced through the idle curiosity; his first true self-aware thought:
It was obvious he had been modeled after Priority One Hedgehog... but... why? What was he supposed to be anyway? And were there any others like him?
He looked back up at the sky suddenly. As if in answer to his question, the lightening flashed brighter than ever, bleaching everything white for a millisecond. Simultaneously the thunder responded, roaring deafeningly directly above him so hard that the ground shook and the energy surging through the air could be sensed. Startled, the robot fell from his perch, genuinely shocked at the sheer magnitude that was nature's own fury.
Uncaringly, the rain continued to fall.
Rain pelted down from the sky, giving accent to what was already the gloomy atmosphere that made the twilit city of Robotropolis. Its large buildings rose up into the dreary sky of which no sunlight could ever penetrate through the thick smoke clouds, wrecked and crumbling from years of neglect and pollution.If one were to look closely enough into the depths of the gloom they might take notice of a lone figure sitting on top one of those building's ledges. A spiky silhouette against the dark sky. In an instant lightening flashed, revealing the figure as what could, from a distance, be mistaken for a cobalt colored hedgehog. In reality, however, this figure was of a nature far more artificial.
A pair of crimson eyes looked upward as the sky was briefly illuminated, listening to the soft tinny rapping of the drops of rain pelting against his metallic face. Something about this weather appealed to him in a way he couldn't describe. As he sat there he mulled over the few recent events he'd experienced since his activation, and as he did a strange boiling feeling rose up inside of him and coiled tightly around him. Out of some semblance of subconscious behavior he dug his talons into the ledge he perched on, the feeble and damped concrete crumbling slightly, distinct white lines visible in the stone. The lightening flashed again, and was soon accompanied by a distant roar. He had never seen rain before in his short time being active, and yet, something about it struck him as... familiar. As if the roar and fury of the sky was calling out to him. It soothed the boiling to some degree and left him feeling curious.
Staring intently at the sky, he watched as the clouds swirled as the upper atmosphere's wind tore violently at them, scattering and reshaping him. He traced the paths of the lightening as it streaked its trails through the sky with awe and he wondered what made it rain in the first place. Surely there had to be a logical explanation, but as a machine who was designed specifically for battle, information like that wasn't exactly necessary, and as such wasn't included.
But he wanted to know.
He stretched his metallic talon out toward the sky, unaware of the dangers this posed during a storm, as if reaching out toward it would give him the answer he desired. After a moment of fruitless expectancy, he took to calculating the wind speed and pressure, and the speed and angle at which the raindrops hit him. After a moment he took to slowly waving his arm from side to side, calculating the minute changes this caused. It was odd for him to be doing this; when utilizing the blistering speeds his engine produced calculating his surrounding elements in mere milliseconds was critical, but now... now he was just sitting there, still. There was no logical reason for this action that he could discern. He just... wanted to. Had to. He was compelled.
After a long and reluctant moment the robot finally broke his focus away from the sky, idly scanning around at the ground below him. He was supposed to be on patrol duty, but he'd already been through the area he was assigned to several times without anything of interest presenting itself. So, after a moment of reasoning, he had decided it would be more efficient for him to find a perch with a good view and conserve his energy rather than waste it continuing to wander around.
His scan of the ground only continued briefly before his focus turned toward his own body. He watched with fascination as the rain continued to pelt him, reflecting the glow of his eyes, sliding off his armor, becomming increasingly larger as the drops joined with others until they fell off him and onto the wet surroundings. He brought an arm up and held it horizontal, watching this strange phenomenon, his head canting to one side. He gave his forearm a shake, watching the gathered liquid be sent flying everywhere in large drops, catching the light of his eyes they shined briefly like rubies before vanishing back into the gloom. He allowed the rain to gather on his forearm again and repeated this, somehow finding this to be amazing.
Finally he seemed to notice his own hand. Momentarily forgetting the rain and the lightening he brought his palm up to his face and he stared intensely at it as if he were seeing it for the first time. He flexed his wrist, flexed each of his clawed fingers individually and opened and closed his fist. Bringing his other hand up he scrutinized between the two, studying their features as if they were the most fascinating things that had ever existed. Slowly he lowered one of them to the ground, looking at the ledge he sat on, and began to scrape his index finger along it. It produced an unpleasant screeching sound, but he continued, watching the lines trailing the path of his finger form that the rain quickly disguised.
This soon shifted back to idly looking over his body. This time, however, wasn't because of the rain. He stretched one of his legs out in front of him, studying its shape and color, pointing, flexing and twisting his foot that had been painted to give the illusion he was wearing shoes. He wondered why he'd even been given legs. Wouldn't he have been more aerodynamic without them? It wasn't as though they served any critical purpose... He could hover just fine with only his engine... why had he been given this design?
Suddenly a pressing thought pierced through the idle curiosity; his first true self-aware thought:
It was obvious he had been modeled after Priority One Hedgehog... but... why? What was he supposed to be anyway? And were there any others like him?
He looked back up at the sky suddenly. As if in answer to his question, the lightening flashed brighter than ever, bleaching everything white for a millisecond. Simultaneously the thunder responded, roaring deafeningly directly above him so hard that the ground shook and the energy surging through the air could be sensed. Startled, the robot fell from his perch, genuinely shocked at the sheer magnitude that was nature's own fury.
Uncaringly, the rain continued to fall.
