The Story of Auto Malom: Chapter 1
Long ago, when clockwork machines were dominant, there was a peculiar man. He sought to create the perfect machine that would replace workers forever. He sought to build a perfect worker.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWqmmwKFWah
"My machine shall revolutionize the working world forever!" he madly proclaimed.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyMxy99fow
"These blueprints of yours look like some sort of clockwork doll." said the townspeople, at least those who payed him any attention.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCW2i91zwpH
"Automaton, not some childish doll." corrected the madman.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCEv6wjK9H
He then set to work looking for a metal, a common one so that the "automatons" could be mass-produced. Steel was all he could find, although he was hoping for something of a brazen-gold color. He set his servants to work, working them nonstop until the moon was high in the sky. They could only make 5 machines. Not a single one could even stand without help.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtQTmqyHE5K
The automatons, however, could do some minor tasks, including holding a heavy carriage wheel. This was enough for him to get a patent. Hundreds of workers toiled day and night, building these strange machines. All that work was in vain, however. Not one of the automatons could stand, much like those first set of mechanical servants months before. When the madman tried to demonstrate again with the prototypes, to everyone's shock, they too couldn't support their own weight. The workers, although exhausted, couldn't hold back their rage. They threw all one hundred lifeless metal husks into a nearby lake.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv3E2dGo2v7
Then I woke up. I was half buried in metal when I did, each machine looking almost identical to myself. Humanoid of no determinable gender, with what looks like a metal cage containing moving gears and belts where the back of my head should be, even though it did look like it had the right shape. The main difference between me and my lifeless brethren was the fact that only I had a brazen-gold color, and glowing blue that replaced the hollow darkness where their eyes should be. I managed to climb out of the heap of dead steel and out onto the streets.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡO3GZu8iWME
It was in the dead of the night then and everyone was either sleeping or still working. I encountered a young boy who was no older than 9. He took a quick look at me once before giving me a long stare, clearly horrified by the mechanical person before him. I couldn't blame him for his fear, I am, after all, not a human. 795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0925CtHHzs
In fact, I'm far from it, as I lack human essentials such as a nose, hair, five fingers, toes, and skin. Instead I had cogs, wheels, and a metal shell that hid the former. The boy ran and screamed in sheer terror, crying out "Monster! Demon!" I decided then to hide in the shadows from then on.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡifCraaYHnz
Even though most people did not see me, those who did would say horrible, foul insults to me.
"Demonic hell-spawn! Go back to the land of The Devil!" That priest had told me for the umpteenth time, and I just snapped.
"Just because you humans are the ones that organize the religions the most, doesn't mean that you are the only creatures that have souls!"
After that the pathetic excuse for a man started spraying holy water on me, like I really was a demon. He was trying his best to do his worst, but due to me not being an actual demon, it had no effect. I advanced towards him in a rage, grabbing him by the collar as I spoke,
"If you truly believe in demons and angels, then why not walking, talking machines? Seriously, you claim to be a holy man and yet you assume anything that talks and isn't human is a demon? You really are a fool."
Almost as if on cue, those villagers I mentioned before had arrived. They looked pretty surprised to see one of the humanoid machines that they had thrown into that lake almost two years ago beat up a preist. I think they were holding back more than they let on.
"What the hell?" spoke up the village's chief, "What is that monstrosity?"
With that the crowd had stormed me with a shower of pitchforks and spades, killing the foolish priest by accident. I was overwhelmed by the sheer numbers, and captured. They began accusing, of all people, me for killing that priest.
"You're all guilty of the very crime you blame me for! If you all hadn't interfered I would've let him go with a warning! But no, you decide to just bury me and that twit with your farming tools." I spat.
"God will punish you in hell for killing one of his clergymen." my warden hissed, giving the most ugly expression.
The next morning they had already decided what to do to me. They tied me to a wooden stake in the middle of the village, and had a judge read me my "crimes". "Murder, Heresy, and theft from the church of God. For these crimes you have been sentenced to death."
I believe a human in my shoes would be quite frightened at this point, but I was simply furious. How could they just go and accuse me of something they know they did? "You're all a bunch of hypocrites!"
The judge then lit the pile of wood at my feet, which slowly made it's way up to cover my body in flame. Those idiots seemed quite surprised when I broke myself from my ropes, which were burnt beyond repair.
"If you're going to kill an automaton like myself, then don't, of all things, use fire."
The women just screeched their lungs out, out-doing the men. I wouldn't blame them. I was almost glowing hot, and for some reason, my eyes were glowing brighter than ever. I walked up to the judge, saying "You humans are no more people than I. Hell, I'm only two years old and I can do more than any human my age, like this."
I then punched the man square in his stomach, making him cough rather violently. I turned to the crowd "If you don't find my kind 'holy' enough to be people, then I'll start my own society, where humans are the 'unholy' ones." I then remembered giving myself a name after running into a nearby forest, Auto Malom, a term used to describe machines and the family name of my creator.795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡULSezBUuTX
The Story of Auto Malom: Chapter 2
It had been a week since the priest's death, and I still say "good riddance." That fool was as intelligent to a common man as a children's book is to an Edgar Allen Poe work. And considering the amount of ignorance the human race has displayed, that's saying a lot.
I sat under the tall oak tree, contemplating what to do next. The gentle, yet cold wind blew against the orange and yellow leaves, knocking a few down from their perch to herald the coming of autumn. I was apathetic to the wind's chilling call, as I had no need for a coat under a frozen lake, then I certainly don't need one now.
Either way, I needed to do something about it. I just couldn't sit idly while humans were probably terrorizing my peers for the alleged crime of inhumanity. A boarding house for magical creatures would be too easy to find, and the humans would burn it to the ground on sight. Whatever I had to do to protect my fellow...creature would never be for naught.
Any risk was not much to me. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. I opened my eyes for a moment at the sound of a robin reentering it's nest, for I thought that it was another bothersome hunter. I closed my eyes once more, retreating back to my thoughts. Where was I? Ah, yes.
I'll need to build a sort of shelter or city for those such as myself, as there is a chance that I am the only true immortal. And then there is the ever so obvious human problem, how would I keep myself from getting terrorized by them? Moving from place to place frequently, as there are nowadays few humans with the means to follow.
The only moving shelter I can think of is a ship, like a large boat. However, the open ocean is nothing to take lightly. People, albeit mostly human, often die due to the treacherous conditions of the open water. Perhaps I could get my hands on a dirigible. Although, those things are hardly large enough to accommodate many passengers.
I need something the size and livability of a boat, but lighter than air like a balloon. Maybe I can find a human who's willing to give up their ship, and get an experienced witch to enchant it to make it fly? No, that wouldn't work. Humans are very sensitive when it comes to their possessions.
You borrow something for a few minutes and they notice, they'll whine about it and scold you for not asking. They even made it law to do such a thing, even if it's to save the life of a loved one, they'll lock you up and starve you for even so much as thinking of stealing from your "superiors".
Either way, the first step is to find a witch who knows levitation and/or air magic. Can't have a flying boat without a method of flight.
Well, this is harder than I expected. I try to find a witch or some magic user, but the humans keep capturing them. Hell, they've even gone after those with magic bloodlines! Most of these individuals are innocent of any "Satanic" activities, not unlike myself.
I've outright broke into the prison where they keep these people, and they too are surprised by my appearance. Not as much from the legit witches, but the completely normal ones are terrified. I unlocked the cells by breaking the locks, and I told them,
"The only thing I need is a person who knows air or levitation magic. I have a very important project that requires one."
None of the people knew that kind of magic, but they did direct me towards where to find some Sylphs to help me. I told them that if they needed rescuing again, that they need not to look any further than myself. Such a polite bunch, makes you wonder why humans hate them so much.
The fairies did not leave their homes at first, but when I offered them free homes safe from humanity's industrial expansion, they came out with open arms. The humans, according to the fair folk, have been destroying forests left and right. This left not much for the fairies to work with.
I told them, "I was thinking of making a sort of flying ship. No, not a dirigible, but like a boat in the air."
They said it would take more than just that small community of Sylphs to carry an entire ship, but if I gathered enough magic-users, it could still be possible. We loaded up a cart that I took from a particularly rude nobleman, who was kidnapping the poor and enslaving them.
Thank goodness I got the servant/slaves out before burning the place down. They screamed and ran away, as usual, but I'm not so easily angered by this anymore. It's become kind of the norm, although it does prove impractical to have to repeat, "I don't want your bloody soul!" every time I meet someone new.
The cart was loaded with some tools, money, things to sell, etcetera, and we headed off to find the next helper in our little band. Each of the fae that accompanied me in my mission were only large enough to fit in the palm of a human hand, so they had much less trouble fitting into the cart then I.
I shrugged to myself, "I have work to do."
I was held in charge of the horses, as I was the only one large enough to steer the beasts. I could already tell, when the horse on the left began panicking at the sight of a squirrel, that this was going to be a long trip...795Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJsbgbeTWtJ
