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In the moments that followed, the land turned to ash and the sky to fire. I entered a world that was far different from my own, but it was far better. The lands I soon walked were green and plentiful. Everything within sight was radiating life. All that mattered in that moment, to me at least, was destroying it. To escape this false paradise.
“Welcome to Jefferson’s Toy Store, how can I help?” the spritely woman asked behind the counter.
While my mother tried to explain that she was looking for something for me to give my friend on his birthday, I wandered through the small store looking at the many toys that lined the shelves. There was an assortment of stuffed animals in the dim store, but I was looking for something different.
I grew up in a time when people roamed the streets. A time where everyone filled malls and schools, buying and learning. A time where my parents took the bus to work and I stayed at home with a babysitter who cycled to me. It was a simple time, but only in the sense that everything was incredibly basic.
How does one approach a snake? I wondered this as my friend, Fox, dug in the sand around the panicked head. A sun-burnt prisoner left to rot in the deserts or, as was the case now, be swarmed by the bright green snakes. These beautiful creatures, although small, were a great threat and I stood between one and my friend.
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.
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