In deep deep darkness came a flicker of light. Fire came into view of the vision until the sound of shattering glass was heard along with a disembodied voice which sounded muted. As it gets louder and louder. "You are in danger...", the robot said.
Chris' eyes snapped open with his face covered in sweat while lying in his bed with sheets tangled around his legs. His alarm clock went off that revealed 6:00 am. He reaches over and slaps it off. He sat up wincing as he bends his right arm, feeling stiff. On his nightstand, he reaches for a bottle of pills, shakes out a few, and swallows them. He has been having the same dream over and over again every night. "You are in danger" the voice said. He rubs his hands over his face and gets out of bed. His apartment was basic and unremarkable. It showed signs of him living alone with the shades drawn and a little messy. Getting in the shower and eventually shaving, he put on his dark blue suit with a key chain necklace which reminded him of his daughter who died in the car accident. Making a sigh, before opening the door and coming face to face with an older version of a droid. "Good morning sir! Yet another on-time delivery from...", until he pushed it to the side and started walking down the sidewalk. It was the year 2035 in the future and robots began to blend into the waves of society. Some look distinctively human with gears underneath their skin as well as others made of complete metal. Chris just thought of them as metal with turning gears since they were to blame for his daughter's death.
(( I wanted to start it out for you. Hopefully, it was good enough for you ))
Chris' eyes snapped open with his face covered in sweat while lying in his bed with sheets tangled around his legs. His alarm clock went off that revealed 6:00 am. He reaches over and slaps it off. He sat up wincing as he bends his right arm, feeling stiff. On his nightstand, he reaches for a bottle of pills, shakes out a few, and swallows them. He has been having the same dream over and over again every night. "You are in danger" the voice said. He rubs his hands over his face and gets out of bed. His apartment was basic and unremarkable. It showed signs of him living alone with the shades drawn and a little messy. Getting in the shower and eventually shaving, he put on his dark blue suit with a key chain necklace which reminded him of his daughter who died in the car accident. Making a sigh, before opening the door and coming face to face with an older version of a droid. "Good morning sir! Yet another on-time delivery from...", until he pushed it to the side and started walking down the sidewalk. It was the year 2035 in the future and robots began to blend into the waves of society. Some look distinctively human with gears underneath their skin as well as others made of complete metal. Chris just thought of them as metal with turning gears since they were to blame for his daughter's death.
(( I wanted to start it out for you. Hopefully, it was good enough for you ))