"It's another weird capsule from heaven..."
"You know, this robot can tell us some useful things. Fix it up."
"Yes, sir. Okay, robot... number 1, capsule 9560... ah, you were put in the capsule after your species was destroyed, yes? And the first one, too, right?"
"I..." I started slowly, not use to speaking, "I... was put into the capsule, and I believe I was the first one... no, no, I was the last one... I numbered the capsules backwards... I put myself in a capsule"
"Very well, we're going to take you into our laboratory to recalibrate you and make some repairs, okay?"
"Okay..."
They took me into a hospital. It was very green, and I supposed that they couldn't depict green as green; perhaps they saw white when looking at our green. Our? Who is... us? Who are 'we'?
They repaired my broken parts and made sure that my nervous and memory systems were untouched, but if something in them was damaged, they carefully repaired it. Soon, I felt as good as I had when my first implant had happened in year 4501. Oh... yes... that year... that year I stopped being an organism.
They wanted to hear the story of my species and world. From the beginning. Since we were first created. Sure, they had known our species for centuries, and we had known theirs, but we knew little of each other, besides the different languages we used.1048Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkR6MGNaTSS
I started the story, but at the year 3000.
No one was in control. To do something about this, scientists made pills that could control what people say, do, and think. Soon these scientists indirectly ruled the world. Everyone thought the same thing, did the same thing, etc. The only unique people were the scientists that ruled. Of course, the scientists wanted normal people, so they had families together. They saw that perhaps eventually the species would just follow the pills, and they were frightened of their creation.
By the year 4000, people's eyes were replaced with electronics, as well as food becoming simple liquids. Teeth were removed and everyone looked like cyborgs. I was born as one of the ruling scientists in 4236. I was forced to have the implants of electronics in year 4501. I lived for what seemed forever after that...
By year 5000, people's limbs were being replaced. By 6000, our species was starting to be mass produced by robots. I remember when I created my first clone... I named it Clone Wonder, because she was quite a wonder...
7000, God decided to deplete half the population of robots; as in, they all just shut down and turned to dust. Year 8000, God spread a mighty wind and killed everyone except the few robots and clones in capsules, and maybe a few sturdy robots underground. The wind lasted for ten centuries, and I was in my capsule during that length.
9000, our planet was desolate. No original organism remained, only robots and clones. I escaped my capsule to discover that my scans only found three life signs on the planet, and eight signs of functional robotics. The three life signs were my own clones, as I put them in cyborg capsules. I released them and made relatively normal capsules for them, then launched them into space. I did the same for the eight robots and cyborgs. Then, I did it for myself. I drifted for an eternity.
"Oh, so those things were yours. Well, we've bred them and now they're a part of our society. They're like second-class citizens. We haven't found any robots or cyborgs, though, so we don't know much about those."1048Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡijGNNv15E5
I spoke, "Good..."
"So... what planet are you from, robot?"
"... What planet?"
"Yeah, I mean, what world are you from. What did you call your planet."
"... Earth."
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