The year is 3001, and mankind has advanced beyond imagination. They have made contact with many alien species and have invented many new things. But they will need more than technology in order to survive what is to come...
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A man ran down a corridor, both blood and sweat were wetting his brow. Daringly he would lurch sideways to dodge bursts of laser and try to shake his pursuers. In his hand he held a computer chip, the key to the survival of the known universe. He felt something squeezing his throat, but he couldn't see anything. He turned a corner and skidded to a halt; the vultrinos had cut him off. The ones that were chasing him closed off his escape route from the back. The pressure around his throat ceased, and chains coiled themselves around him.
"You will see our lord," said a vultrino in a cold, robotic voice. They resembled robotic torsos with domes for heads. The domes had three horns protruding from the top, and three glowing lenses. The torsos were fixed at the waist to treads. A voice box could be seen sticking out as well. All were rusted.
"Fine," said the man. His name was Gregory Tailgunner (Greg for short), and he was in trouble. He was marched into a ship, then was put into a stasis tube. When next he awoke, there was an armored prison vehicle waiting to deliver him.
At the end of an unseen journey, a vultrino brought him into some sort of royal chamber.
"Captain Gregory Tailgunner," said the vultrino that brought him to a royal chamber, "Is charged with attempted infiltration of an armored starship."
Greg tried to hide his pleasure, for they had not discovered that his mission was successful, and their dream of destroying all other life would be just a dream. He was surprised to hear a high, squeaky voice answer him.
"What do you have to say for yourself, human?" He was even more surprised to see that it came from what looked like The Lord vultrino. The Lord's body was replaced with several metal tentacles. Greg couldn't help but laugh at the voice of the so-called almighty leader of the most dangerous race alive. The Lord shot forward and snatched up the captain. Greg felt immense pain as his muscles moved against his will, his mind wondered hopelessly if there was any end to the powers that the vultrinos possessed.
"You wish, you pathetic life form," The Lord said, answering his thought. He dropped Greg and went back to his throne. "Throw him in the dungeon; he does not deserve either the attention or time of this court."
The captain's mouth dropped open. "This is supposed to be a court?! This is inhuman!" he said.
"Get used to it," said a vultrino as he yanked Greg down a corridor. On the way through the work areas, he saw many frighteningly advanced pieces of equipment hovering too and fro. The vultrinos definitely were the ones controlling them to do that. Greg was then unceremoniously dumped in a prison cell with a dirty old man. After storming around the room in frustration, Greg cautiously said, "I thought the vultrinos didn't take prisoners."
The man slowly looked up, and then wheezed, "I only wish that were true."
"Why?" Greg inquired.
"Because then I would be dead, and no one would be here to ask me stupid questions!" The man then gave a wheezy laugh, and Greg angrily turned back to the bars.
"But don't you want to escape? Don't you have friends out there?" He asked, exasperated.
The man looked at the floor, as if this was an upsetting subject. After a while, Greg considered apologizing for bringing up something this sad.
"I ain't got nothing to live for." said the man. Greg was surprised.
"At least tell me where you came from." Greg said. The man thought, then shifted and began his tale.
"I come from the future, and my entire life was ruined by some idiot who invented auto correct for life. You see, I was a Guru, you know, someone who helps people with their problems. But when that stupid thing was invented, I lost my job. So I hopped in a time machine, punched in some coordinates, and here I am." The man sighed, and Greg got an idea.
"You like helping people? Then I got a job for you..."
Some Time Later...
A vultrino sped along the corridor. There were seldom vultrinos that could have the honor of fetching the prisoner for execution. However, the robotic menace had the rising sense that something was wrong. Sure enough, when he reached the cell, he couldn't see the prisoners. He knew very well that vultrinos were supreme, and that if he didn't see the prisoners, then they weren't there. In a panic, he sped back down the corridor to alert The Lord. The cell bars, being programmed to do so, opened to let the prisoner be taken for execution. Only the escort wasn't there. Greg and the Guru stepped out, looked around, and tried to find an escape pod. They were careful to avoid the work areas, where there were hundreds of the frightening robots. The sound of an enraged vultrino patrol followed them. They reached, entered and launched an escape pod just in time. The Guru had based their escape plan on the fact that vultrinos have ordinary sight, but they can sense electrical activity. By blocking their electrical transmissions and hiding them visibly, the Guru had made it seem that they weren't there. He applied this principle now by shutting off all the power he could in the escape pod, at least until they were out of range. He turned to Greg.
"You do realize that we will have to go into hiding and use no electronic devices. There should be a planet nearby..."
Greg thought, Although that may have been a horrifying experience, it was not all in vain. He turned the computer part over in his hands.
The End?
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