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“I’m losing my mind here,” Steven murmured. “No matter what I do, there always seems to be someone in my way. Someone who just doesn’t know any better and needs to be removed. Of course, when they need to be removed, they love to struggle and-”
Warm light filled the cave as a new day dawned. The metal exterior of the body had been warmed by the rays for a few months now, damaging it gradually, but not enough to put him out of commission. The creatures that entered the cave, curious as to what was within. It was a deer that started it all when it approached the robot.
“I think you have heard enough of this story,” the father told the son. “I mean, if I read it all to you now, there will be nothing to read you tomorrow.”
The son tugged at the fathers sleeve.
“Don’t,” the father warned. “You know I won’t hesitate in putting you to sleep.”
“Sir, this is a situation that I hoped to have never ended up in,” Grigory murmured. “Working with Russians is difficult, but Germans are worse. Failure is subject to extreme punishment.”
“Which is why we won’t fail, Grigory,” the Doctor replied. “You know as well as I do that our resources are limited. With the help of these people we might be able to finish our work.”
There was a time a place for lying down and giving up. Fortunately, I haven’t found it yet. With most of the world going to hell and there not being much life left in the few survivors, there isn’t much else to do but wait for death. That’s what I saw anyway, when the survivors converged on the road to be shot.
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