Metal and Dust: Gray Rising: Chapter 1: RocksMetal and Dust: Gray Rising: Chapter 1: Rocks by Techy-Ben
The sun beams down, glaring through Graham's visor. He adjusts his backpack and a robotic arm reaches out from it. While carefully kneeling down, the arm and it claws at the ground.
“Is there anything left out here?” He asks himself silently.
For miles across the desert there is nothing buck rocks and sand. Tall mountains occasionally piercing the sand dunes. Small rocks scatter across cracking plains. The only thing left for him to sample are the rocks. He wonders if this sample will be the same as every other time. The arm reaches back and the container is stored in his pack.
“Number 5, your time is up.” Screeched through Graham's radio.
“Whoa, don't make me jump like that Chris.” Graham interrupted his friend, “It's quiet out here. Just me and the rocks. What's the situation?”
“It's no longer just your and your rocks.” Chris warned, “Time to stop relaxing out there.”
Graham bolted upright at the revelation
Metal and Dust: Gray Rising: PrologueMetal and Dust: Gray Rising: Prologue by Techy-Ben
Metal and Dust
“Why do we build castles in the sky?”
A question many young children now ask.
“Because the ground is metal, that is why. If we touch it we become dust.”
A true, though simple answer. For it simply is not ours any more. We cannot go there like we did before. It is certain for us to say, that is no longer due to simple decay. No, now our entropy is of an accelerated kind. A making of our own mind. While time brings death, a devourer brings terror. Our end is through our own error.
A wise person once said “A sleeping dragon you should not awake”. Yet that was our one true mistake. The dragon was our technology and we thought we had it tamed. A self replicating machine, “Gray” it was named. With it we could succeed on whatever our eyes would gaze. But our dragon soon got its breath ablaze. By the simplest definition, it was alive. We can control technology, but can we control a life?
We failed and it can not be contain
In The Air: Explosions, Chapter 17, Part 4(Epilogue)In The Air: Explosions, Chapter 17, Part 4 by Techy-Ben
“Our ancestors were once astronauts. Those looking for fame and fortune. As humans ever do. Eta was just another world to mine and sell. However, the desire for wealth cannot ever be satisfied. To gain more we needed to sacrifice something even greater. To be able to live on Eta, your ancestors sacrificed their ability to breath oxygen. It was a painful and extended procedure but they gained the ability to breath it's air. To keep the project secret, our ancestors sacrificed their future too. Hidden forever from Sol, from earth, and restrained to this dead rock. Who would of ever allowed an entire society to be separated, permanently, from home? From the rest of humankind? From their control? All for the pursuit of money? To furnish their own power? While you may see your lot as an inescapable prison, to what harbour do you think we may now fly?
But know this. We depend on the same supplies from Sol as Eta does. You for the resources, the metals and substances a gas gi
In The Air: Explosions, Chapter 17, Part 3(Epiphany)In The Air: Explosions, Chapter 17, Part 3 by Techy-Ben
“You can't breath it and we can't either?” Jake asks, now taking note of his own breathing, pace and the small amount of condensation on his visor.
He grips his air canister.
“No.” is the simply reply.
Eleanor falls back, almost half slumped over a console. “What was their goal?” She silently thought to herself, for the first time ever, she was lost for what to do next.
“Us or you?” She asks. “Which of us has the air then?”
“Would we hide if we were the 'different' ones?” The Deputy smiles, implying superiority. The Organiser's message is a difficult one to deliver, “One hides the truth from the populace, but the lie is for all to see.”
Eleanor looks back towards the commander. “Leave him.” she sighs, her resilience run through, she turns back to the Deputy, “The crime was not his, was it?”
The Deputy nods, “Of the attack on Chronos? He is responsible for the Adm
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