Darkness filled his sight. He tried to open something his instincts swore he could open, but it would not budge. Though his eyes could not see, his ears heard symphonies of gunshots firing, he heard the rhythmic bombs bursting to flames. but it all phased out when he heard something in the sky going faster than the speed of sound, it blasted his ears, forcing his eyes to open.

The sky itself was bleeding that same red color as the clouds. That gigantic ball of fire that was supposed to shine its beams of light among this land was not spotted anywhere.

“Finally, you woke up.”Beside the little bot was a giant robot who lay helpless on wire and blood. His arms and legs were as massive as the sound of bombs that screeched in the distance. It’s chest and head were as large as the bot himself. 

When the small bot looked upon this behemoth, he felt something, right in the middle of his body, that feeling was like glass between magnets. He did not even recognize it, it was foreign to his eyes. But still he felt drawn to the robot, even in the pit of his mind sang a name, it felt so natural to the bot, like a child calling his mom, “mom.” Yes, that’s what it was when the small voice in the bot’s head sang its song, “Latrom.”

In the distance the bot saw bags of meat wrapped up in flesh dying, and snakes of wire wrapped up in metal powering off. But both sides fought like chimps, neither showed any sign of mercy, at least that’s what the bot was seeing.

“All my memories, all my vengeance and emotion should now be all in you, Magnet,” spluttered Latrom. The robot looked at the robot with his blood shot red eyes. It looked deep in Magnet’s eyes, past the programming, past the wires and mother board, because he looked at the soul every human made of flesh or metal had. “I know you cannot yet talk, so let me do all the talking,” whispered Latrom.

“I am very sorry for my past, such a little bot should not have to spend the first seconds of life running to stay alive a few seconds more,” said Latrom. “I spent my lifetime staining blood on my metal, millions of men and woman, dead by my hands. No mercy, just pure unscathed brutality,” grunted Latrom.

The little bot felt like floating away, to let the crazy robot die, and why wouldn’t he, he didn’t know him, just a stranger in the same pile as him. But something in him would not let him leave, like it was some greater force that dwelled in the bottom of his belly, who was just curious to what the large robot had to say.

“You might be wondering why I’m telling you this Magnet, it is simple really, because you hold my legacy, eventually you would remember what I did, and you will know what my future will be. Because you are apart of me Magnet, your metal is the same metal I held in my chambers for years, just waiting to be formed and born. But when I die, I will not be a forgotten robot, because you are me and I am you.” 

That feeling in Magnet’s body was now a tornado out of control. His mind said this bot has lost his mind, the asylum of war finally got to him, he’s crazy. But his body was one hundred percent sure that this was not magnet who just opened its eyes for the first time, it was Latrom.

“Though they will call you magnet, they will call you Latrom when they see inside your stomach and see me,” said Latrom proudly. When Latrom was done talking, so was his heart. His heart had the language of beating, it beat through Latrom’s lowests and highests, but now the heart had got nothing left to say. Red lights in his eyes turned off, and his neck had no force to carry his head anymore