Writing Prompt: 09-05-2014
Origin: “The Last Human” by Kari Christensen. I do not know this artist or his work, so beware if you decide to look him up.
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THIS PICTURE.
I may or may not be able to come up with something for it, but I just had to say that. : )
(By the way, because I can’t remember if I commented on your ToGW fan-fiction or not, I really loved “A Dance for the Bard Eanrin”. I voted for it, and I really hope you win!)
That was my reaction to the picture, too. xD
(Thank you so very much. :D)
The warbot crunched through the graveyard.
iPa clutched Jon in her arms. He slept on, quiet for now. She prayed he’d keep sleeping. Master had ordered her to protect him.
The warbot paused, searching for human life.
“Don’t let it see us,” iPa prayed. Did God answer the prayers of robots? iPa hoped he did.
The warbot stomped onward, ignoring iPa and Jon.
iPa ran through the night. She had to make it out of the warbot occupied town. Finally, she made it to the country, where no warbots hunted. She headed down a road. Maybe there were humans here. She had to find them before she shut down.
1% ENERGY LEFT. INITIATE STANDBY iPa’s diagnostics warned.
No! iPa shoved back the darkness that threatened to overtake her and walked on, though all science said she should have gone to sleep.
.1% the reading said.
Something moved on the side of the road. A man stepped out, a rifle aimed at her.
iPa fell to her knees.
Jon cried.
“Dad, it’s got a baby!” a girl yelled.
The man stared. “Bots kill babies.”
A girl darted from the trees beside the road. She grabbed Jon.
The man flipped open iPa’s visor. “Impossible. Bots can’t go without any charge.”
The girl looked over his shoulder. “This one did. Can we charge her up, please?”
“We’ll try but she’s so low, might be beyond saving.”
iPa’s vision went dark.
This is really good, Jessi! Did she…die?
I’m thinking she lives. I have a crazy idea that iPa might have some human tissue in her mind, which would be why she could override her programing to shut down.
Oh, I like very much… I’m not usually one for robot-type stories, but this one had a whole lot of heart and emotion packed into it, especially for something so short. (Have I mentioned that you amaze me when you write such things?) Exceptionally well done. 🙂
I really liked this! It is awesome, and I hope that you write more from it.
Thanks!
Hey, I know why only one other person has done a story for this picture, because this is so good 🙂
Jane hid behind the wall. Her father’s words still rung in her ear.
“Keep the baby safe, Jane,” he’d said. ” He is our last hope.”
She held the baby close. Would the iron golem hear his cries? After what seemed like hours, the iron golem headed for town. Jane swiftly ran into the rocket. She needed to go to planet Earth.