Darkness. This is what I'm surrounded by. Am I dead? I think so, I mean the last thing i remember was... the bridge. I jumped off the bridge. Is this where suiciders go, into dark nothingness? But... why is it cold? Is the afterlife cold? Is this some kind of dark frozen Hell?
-------------------------------- "Work, oh please work, you are my seventh attempt at this, and I don't care if its just a twitch of the fingers, move. Please." ......... Nothing. Again. Although I am disappointed, this never seems to work. Maybe animating things is just impossible. No, I mustn't let my these failures drag me down. Perhaps I should learn from them, I'm sure that I did something right this time.
"Oh well, in the mean time, out to the back with you Seven till I can get around to deconstruct you." Ugh, why are they always so heavy. Well, I guess this is to be expected from a body made of metal.
(3rd Person POV)
The disappointed man dragged the metal body, of what was supposed to be his greatest creation, out into his back yard and propped it up against a tree. As he walked off, he quickly forgot about his forgotten as he began to come up with new ideas on how to create the first man-made golem to which he calls "Project Automaton."
5 years later -
What was once the backyard has now become a mini forest as it has become unkempt, the grass has grown taller, and all manners of plants had begun to grow. Even on Seven, the man's failed experiment, has the grass grown, even with flowers growing here and there. Inside the house, papers, empty bottles of rum, trash, and clothes, lay spread all over the floor. Books, and old food covering the tables. The desk had seemed to have been smashed to pieces. In the corner of the room sat a man with a long beard, and a sad, angry, lost expression on his face.
"15 tries. 15 failures, all in a row. It seems the automatons are not meant to exist in this world. I'm done. Everyone in town calls me a lunatic, a mad man. My colleagues don't even wanna go near me. I've been shunned from the magic community. Maybe I should just end it all."
Muttered the man. "They all told me, everyone. They told me, 'Silas, this idea of your is insane. It will never work, and you are tampering with forces that you should not have even dreamed of touching.' I should have listened."
The man-Silas, sat in silence for a few more moments, when all of a sudden....
*Chink*
----------------------------------- My vision, its blurry. After a moment everything seems to have come into focus, and I now see grass, and flowers, and all kinds of strange plants in front of me. I can feel my body, but.. its cold. Please tell me I'm not a zombie. Although that may be interesting. Why can't I move. I feel so stiff, almost as if I haven't moved in years. Maybe I haven't, maybe I've been in some kinda coma for a long time. Yeah of course, because they keep attempted suiciders in a field of grass behind some strange house.
Alright, let's concentrate on moving first. Eeeeeerrrrggghhh. *Chink* Chink? I thought I was trying to move my hand but... what was that noise? *Chink. Chink. Chink. Chink.* Finally, I can move my head, slowly but surely, but why do I hear chinking noises when I move? *Chink. Chink. Chink. Chink.* Metal. METAL! I'M MADE OF METAL! Aaaannnd I'm rusted, great. Well that explains the chinking noises.
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What was that? *Chink. Chink. Chink. Chink.* There it is again. It seems to be coming from the yard. I pick up an arm from an one of the failures and I head toward the door. As I pull it open, what I see will become one of the greatest moments in my life. Seven's head had moved. It wasn't in the position from when it rusted stuck. It looks as if it is examining its hand. Then all of a sudden. *Chink. Chink. Chink. Chink.* It looked up at me. Its staring at me.
Seven was moving, on it's own accord, but how? It was a failure, it's already rusted to hell, and it has already been 5 full years since its... his creation.
That doesn't matter now. All that matters is the fact that he is moving, and working, and alive. Sorta. I should pull it inside, and get the rust off, and see if I can figure out how it began to work.
.....Well after about an hour and a half of dragging him in, cleaning him, and pulling the grass out of him, getting rid of the rust and oiling him, I've finished the easy part.
"Now, how are you working, my dear Seven." *Chink. Chink* He tilted his head. Maybe he understands me, to a point. "Seven, can you understand me?" Nothing. He remains motionless. Maybe he doesn't know the language, almost like.... Of course! A newborn! Seven has just woken up, he needs to be taught, but I don't think he can speak, I do not remember installing a voice gem inside him. I know exactly who to contact for this, but first, I need some maintenance myself.
(3rd Person POV)
After cleaning himself, and shaving, he grabbed the cleanest clothes that he could find from the floor, and put them on as he tried to rush out of the house. "Seven, stay here, I'll be back." Silas yells as he pushes the door open, finally dressed, and ready for human contact.
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He shuts the door behind him, and bolts towards the library to find, his old friend, and ex-wife Shelly, who now works as the local librarian. As he runs past all the people, they turn and stare in shock, as they have not seen this crazy man in five years.
"Was that?"
"No it couldn't be."
"Nobody has seen him in years, whats he doing out and about now."
"Maybe he's finally all gone in the head."
The villagers says as they attempt to continue what they were doing.
*BAM!* The library doors fly open, as they make a loud banging noise from being forced to open so hard.
A lady, with golden blonde hair tied up in a bun, and green eyes, jolts up from her desk to see who or what seems to be attacking her library, only to see her ex-husband.
"What are you doing here Silas, need I remind you that this is a library?" She says.
After realizing who it is, she begins to show a sour expression as she glares at Silas.
"Sally, please. I need your help, it's an emergency." Silas manages to calmly say as he was obviously very out winded from running.
"Silas, what could be so important, that you'd bother to clean yourself, get out of that stupid house, and finally come see me in five full years." Sally says with a look of a nonbeliever.
After pulling himself together, he says. "It's Seven. He's moving, and he needs someone to teach him the language."
Sally perks up an eyebrow and says. "Seven? You mean that automaton thing you were trying to build when I divorced you?"
Silas looks at the floor and and quietly says, "Yes. That, Seven. Please believe me." Sally begins to turn back to her book and ignore him as he pleads her help.
"Go home Silas." She says.
"Look, just please, come with me to the house, and see for yourself, I can prove that he is working. Please, he needs your help to learn, right now he's no more than a newborn child... I.. need your help." Silas says with a sad, trustful look in his eyes.
After a pause Sally gets up and puts her books inside her desk as she begins to grab her bag.
"Fine, I'll come with you. And if this 'Seven' isn't working, I expect you to never come near me again. Deal?" She says.
"Yeah, sure, whatever. Just please, let's hurry, he might attempt to leave the house." Silas tries to hurry Sally out of the building.
When they get to the house, Silas opens the door and to both Sally's and his surprise, the house was clean. Everything was moved into either, a neat clean pile in the corner, or thrown away. The books and papers, all neatly put away, and the broken desk now gone.
"What the?" Mutters Silas.
As they walk into the house, they look around when all of a sudden, Seven comes walking through the back door, stops as he notices the two people standing in the living room, waves, and goes to sit in a chair near Silas and Sally.
"By the goddess, Silas, is that what I think it is?" Sally whispers.
"Who, and yes. Yes it is. Sally, meet Seven." Silas says with a proud, excited look on his face. "He's already learning so fast, he seems to know how to perform basic actions and now he's come to cleaning. Amazing."
"Silas, maybe he already knew about all this, maybe, he's much smarter than a newborn child." Sally says as she looks at Seven, who in turn stares back at her. "Hello, Seven. It is nice to meet you." She says as she extends her hand towards Seven.
Seven looks at the hand and extends his own, grabs her hand, and gives it a shake before releasing.
"Can you understand me?" Sally says, in amazement as she tries to comprehend what's happening before her and see if Seven, truly understands.
Seven tilts his head and looks at her.
"See? I don't think he understands Arun. He seems to understand simple things just fine, but he doesn't seem to be able to comprehend what we say. Can you teach him to read, write, and understand Arun?" Says Silas.
"I understand teaching him the language, and kinda understand the reading, but why write?" Sally responds.
"He can't speak, I have yet to install a voice function in him." Silas replies.
"Well, I can teach him what you asked, but I expect you to do... whatever you just said to him to let him speak. So I can officialy introduce myself to him. Also, I'll be staying here for the time being to look after him. Knowing you, you'd forget he's there and he'd end up destroying himself or disappearing before you take notice.
Silas leaves the room to begin preparing for what he'll need to make Seven speak, as Sally remains with Seven and says "Seven, we have work to do." Seven moves towards the table where Sally placed a few books from her bag, sits down in a nearby chair, and stares, almost exactingly at Sally.