“May the force
be with you.”
Isaac Newton*
#quote
Tomorrow I'm
going to go to my card game thing. Didn't go to my costuming club
since they thing they were doing was across town and I couldn't make
it. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Mechanical Colossus
Exhaust shot
from twelve different pipes. The monster of a robot needed three
massive engines just to operate its legs. Sixty foot? That would be a
good guess of its size, though a bystander would likely be crushed by
the monster of a machine's feet before they could pinpoint anything
exact. The feet consisted of blocks of steel covered in long claws
and tank treads. The legs appeared serpentine, made of some strange
alloy that could bend and flex yet support the weight of the
construct.
The body's
shape held no symmetry or normal shape. An artist would vomit at the
sight of such an ugly polygon with hundreds of sides and random
looking angles. Yet those angles served their purpose as out of them
positioned in some sort of organized chaos various arms, pipes,
cameras, weapons, sensors, speakers and devices of all kinds popped
out. Carefully positioned for some kind of optimized functionality,
at least in the eyes of the builder of the machine.
The head served
as an entry way as the cockpit was deep in the belly of the beast and
the sensors and cameras covered its body. The head was covered in two
things: spikes and the door.
The robot
stomped around the backyard of its owner's house. While in the
cockpit the owner muttered to himself, “Normally I save this for my
evil schemes or world domination plots. But if this doesn't scare
away that squirrel I don't know what will.”
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