Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Science Fiction

    Author's Note: I am contemplating whether or not I should published this story, The Game of Valet, and Eyes of the Framed to earn to cash.  If you think this should be published, let me know in the comments. 
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The cosmos is among us. Our secular spirits ventured off into the unknown and the universe had its values and contradictions. We encountered singularities, bright giant stars, supernovas, including planets. In the midst of 2801, my first breath into life had occurred. Our origins from Earth. The fossils fuels: coal, natural gas, and oil lead to our discovery of technology and new homes for our species to carry on. The adversaries of incline of desertification and seasonal shifts upon Earth, warming up by one degree Celsius.

Earadon was our second home planet in the Big Dipper star constellation. It's width and length was twice as wide than Earth. The exodus took over centuries to arrive and reproduce. That's where the first humanoid machines were invented, cyborgs. Those cyborgs were used in enforcement and law, approximately twice amount of elevated strength.

Our ancestral vessel exodus to our own planet named Stormalite. It's in the constellation of Taurus. Climate was comfortably cool and there was only two seasons, winter and summer. Our tilt was at 90°. We were only here for three centuries. We'd built space stations for others who wanted to explore the cosmos to discover new species on different planets.

As decades progressed, we were favored. We produced droids, robots, including cynoid. We had a sagacious government that limited the amount of machines produced and also limited the amount of strength. If the machines betray us, we have a possibility to defeat them.

It was easy to observe humanoid machines and determined which one is cynoid, droid, or robot. A cynoid are usually can have personality of a soldier, athletic build, or intrigued with astronomy and weaponry. They have emotions and look human, they also have glowing line marks across their skin like I have although I am cyborg; half cynoid and half human. 

Robots look pale, detached, and hard workers. They show up and get their work done. The humans favored them while working because they left them at peace when occupied. Robots don't walk funky like you see television channels approximately millennia ago. They walked normally akin to humans.

A droid are mostly technical and fashion essence. They are very superior when it comes to technology and showing off their clothing designs. They do have nice structure bodies and opulent red piercing eyes. Prosperous at detecting viruses and hotness!

Technology can be use as our own favor, but also could be our worst nightmare. It can take a sagacious man to prosper the world, but a demagogue can result a world becoming arid. A man known as Wyan Quidust marked his way up to the top. He hijacked all robots, cynoids, and droids into killing machines! Earadon looks like an apocalyptic world when spectating. The mad genius managed to enslaved humans and created a caste system that the humans including the higher ranks forbidden to climb up nor down. You are nailed against the ladder and permanently stuck there.

Stormalite and other human planets knew Earadon was drifting evanescent. We'd knew Wyan will abstain from ending his dictatorship. He left one small area that was visible from space that he'd spared. That area was green paradise while the remaining areas of the world looked arid and uninhabitable. We all knew that Wyan wouldn't last forever, therefore, we waited patiently until we can stabilize Earadon once again.