The earth glows as a new day arrives, the day of reckoning has arrived for those on earth. In orbit lay a ship holding the planet's future in the helms of it. The depths of this ship were silent and empty, clean and barren; not a single life could be found, nor a voice could be heard. All except the fate of the world between men, one of machines and the other of madness.
They stared at one another, a history of brotherhood within both sets of eyes, and that of hatred. This state was followed by words of empathy and pity, those words were left in silence. They were silent after which, you could hear a faint sound of a machine down below, it was a mix of creaks and ticks as the time passed, it could barely be heard by both men, but both heard it. This signalled a different objective for both men, if the ticking stopped one of them would fall.
“Micheal, mustn't stop me.”
“You are desperate to rid them of this world aren’t you Robert,” says Micheal.
“The influence still harbors within you, even now you can’t see the folly of them, of PRIME,” exclaimed Robert. “It's either you or me Micheal, and I wish not to rid you of this world yet.”
“Your descent into madness vexes even me Robert, says Micheal. “ Your blindness in this impossible quest has made you cold. What will killing millions do to rid you of that burden that you hold deep in your heart?”
“I’m not killing anyone,” says Robert. “I’m simply riding this world of the influence that PRIME brought.”
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“What will that accomplish,” yells Micheal! “They brought peace and grace, you wish to take that from us. Twist it to your own means of pow--”
Both noticed one difference in the room, the faint creaks and ticks had stopped. Silence filled the room.
“It’s ready,”says Robert in a bleaker tone.
“NOOO,” yells Micheal.
Micheal then lunges at Robert at a rapid pace, being enhanced by exo armor it improved his speed and strength by an unsaid amount. Micheal then goes in for a punch, hitting Robert square in the face, causing a shockwave across the room. This attack was to no avail. Robert wasn't phased by it in the least. Robert smiles, then retorts with an even faster uppercut to Micheals lower jaw, sending Micheal flying through the air with such force that it shattered the helmet of the exo suit and some of the rooms plating.
“It’s useless Micheal. I’m giving you one more chance to join me, before it’s too late,” says Robert.
Micheal, barely able to stand, attempts another attack with arms, attempting another punch. A crack echoes through the room, Micheals arm along with the exo armor and his bones were shattered. Roberts approaches the pained Micheal, picking him up by his throat.
“You cry out for death, maybe if you’d joined he would’ve heeded your call. Now you can witness the fall of PRIME, just like you wanted and so have I,” says Robert.
The entire station began to shake and rumble. The quiet room was filled with sounds of harsh noise that would make your ears ring. Robert turns with Micheal’s throat in hand and slams the broken Micheal up against the glass wall; forcing him to watch in despair as the weapon launches. All the pain Micheal felt was overwhelmed with an intense, furious sense of dread of what was to come. Both he and Robert knew this would be the end of an era and the beginning of another.