MINI-READ Twelfth Installment
This twelfth mini-read installment ran for two weeks from 27/01/20 to 10/02/20 which features the thirteenth chapter of Participant In Entropia by Andrew Jenery.
Participant In Entropia
Things have happened and I have been lying-low for some time. One thing after the other just came up and hit me out of the blue, although many Entropians have been 'hit', not just me. No one is unique here where fate is concerned, no one... Rich; poor; in-between - adversity can strike anyone here.
First I lost my VP job, as I had to quit ENN after their systems had been zapped by some still unclassified viral attack. This was never confirmed by official investigators, even though everyone knew this had probably happened. Then, as if things couldn't get any worse, Calypsonians had endured a series of intense incursions by our old enemy, the Robots.
Still as intent as ever in their quest of trying to exterminate all higher life in Entropia, they had first sent down a number of surveillance pods, only at the time, when first discovered by random visitors and passers-by at major locations and attractions, no one initially knew this. No one really knew what they were. Big, menacing, dark spheres that appeared out of nowhere for no apparent reason, that turned the immediate area a strange red if anyone ventured too close, although no physical harm as such was ever experienced, which made the presence of these objects even odder.
The heart and capital of Calypso, Hadesheim City, had been the first and the most threatening campaign, such was the audacity of these alloy and resin invaders. I know, as I had landed there myself, albeit via teleportation, completely by accident. I had intended to go to nicely serene and undisturbed fauna and hillsides, Atlas Island South, but had hit the wrong destination button by mistake...
In the first few seconds I didn't know where I was, as lasers; masers; phasers; and other energy beams of all magnitudes zipped and zapped over my head from all directions. I just ran for the water under the nearest bridge, hoping that this would lower my heat signature quickly enough and make me to all intents and purposes invisible, and it worked. Perhaps the fact that I wasn't armed at that moment made them think I wasn't a threat. This could also have been a factor, as suddenly nothing was coming in my direction, and I was for the first time able to take stock of what was happening. What I saw was like something at the end of the world.
There were robots of every size and type. Caterpillar robots; two-legged robots; flying robots; Warrior-class robots, and the all too familiar drones - tens and tens of them. Inevitably, many off-guard or brave but under-powered colonists were being sent to revive terminals in quick succession, until others with more fire-power and defences arrived on the scene, who began to even the odds slightly so that the robots weren't having everything their own way, although the overall situation, at least from where I was standing, probably wasn't going to change that much. There were just too many robots.
In the end, I knew that I couldn't stay under the bridge forever, and it would only have been a matter of time until I was targeted anyway, so I decided to enter the chaos to see if I could help in some way. I knew I wouldn't last long with my mid-range Goblin armour and Isis-53 carbine against any of the bigger robots, but I could if I was lucky, take one or two of the easier drones and maybe even get to scavenge some valuable robot parts, before I myself was retired...
I evaluated the situation quickly, as I didn't want to just run out like a headless Berycled and get zapped too quickly either. What use would I be then! Directly ahead of me, three hunters seemed to be holding their own against a gargantuan Big Bulk, but I checked their health-level meters just in case, when suddenly a Generation 02 Drone ran up behind one of them and started firing. I zeroed-in with the scope on the Isis to try and even things up a bit and fired a shot near to where the CPU would be, and it turned it's attention towards me, running like some two-legged train on steroids. Drones always ran like this...
I just kept firing as quickly as the carbine would allow, as the drone's multiple laser bolts began to dent and smelt my defences, but not quite yet penetrate. My slower, but more precise rounds, however, had reduced the drone's health-levels to almost nothing. A few more shots and it fell in a crumpled heap on the ground.
Quickly, I transferred some of the wreckage with my trusted ionic converter into the matter-compact, then looked around some more to see what else there was. I didn't have much time to ponder the variables, as in the next instance, I myself was also in a heap, made all too evident by the dreaded 'yang-yang' sound and the rotating skull hologram, accompanied with the message - 'you were killed by the psychotic Warrior generation 05'. Ten seconds later and I'm also at revive 'pile-up' heaven.
Somehow extricating myself, I went back into the fray and managed to get two more drones before getting zapped myself yet again. This time, I decided to call it a day and head for one of the other Hadesheim teleporters, where I knew there wouldn't be any robots. I was nearly out of ammo, so I couldn't do much more anyway. Besides, I still had to reschedule the meeting at Atlas Island North, as there was no way that the original one would still be on after all the great fun I just had... I headed for the monolithic power-distribution building on the grass flats in the distance, and no robots followed.
End of this mini-read installment. Click here for the next chapter or chapters of Participant In Entropia which runs from 29/06/20- 13/07/20.