“Fight the good fight…”
A young black woman with hair flowing like an everlasting flare of a yellow sun, her body enflame by orange aura stood in the middle of a smashed, shredded, and shatter machines. As Spark’s energy flowed about the junkyard, the desolate ground grew daisies and sunflowers, and moss crept out. She stared at smoldering black clouds masking the sky, keeping her eyes away from the battlefield, a junkyard of broken weaponized robotics stained by oil and blood.
She wondered about this war against the Omega Empire if its worth the fighting this long. If the world could obtain peace at the cost of freedom, why not pay it? As long as her mom live a long quiet life in a world where the resistance won and restore the United Nations or if the Omega Empire maintained their dominion? Both hired armies, or super freaks like Spark to do their dirty work.
A squad of robotic behemoths with a luminous pearl displaying an omega insignia was in the distance. The enemy kept coming moving through the graveyard of their fallen allies.
Spark’s emanation expanded like blooming plant and then the flow of power folded into her body, intensifying. She was ready to lunge at them, but the soldiers came out of machines waving holographic white flags.
Comm silence was broken, “Ceasefire, the Emperor, has surrendered…” Freedom pumped her heart with joy like it was pure adrenaline. She leaped as high as she can, launching herself above the battlefield, above the pollution. It was a moment of flight, she forgot how bright the sun was and how the light gleamed off-white fluffy clouds- she danced a bit in the heavens.
The comms buzzed again, “ Code red code red the empire lied code red empire lied….-” The static drowned out communication.
They would destroy the world if they didn’t have it, irredeemable filth. All of her joy dropped, she was dumb for getting her hopes up. Nukes were soaring high above her, reaching its trajectory as she fell back to the ground.
The soldiers still waving their white flag like there was peace. Were their lied to or did they have enough decency to go against a crude order? The only evident truth, Spark wasn’t going to let the humanity end themselves without trying.
She landed on her feet, the ground caved-in under her but yielded a bed of flowers at her presence. She regained her balance and leaped off the field into the sky, and left a big crater behind and petals in the air. She launched into the atmosphere, bursting through sound. What were small distant rockets, a millisecond later, were long missiles of mass destruction within her grasp. As fast as she went, time slow down to a halt as Spark pressed on the nuke into another.
Her heartbeat pounding throughout her whole body. She was blinded by the scorching explosion. The water in her body boiled. A second after it was cold and dark.
Intense pulses of her heart woke her up in a haze. It was cramp and still dark. She tried to keep her eyes open, but they were so heavy. Spark fell asleep over and over. Finally, Spark’s heart rejuvenated in a flurry of beats, it shocked her into consciousness- must be spring. She jumped up, and before she knew it, she broke through a white street from the underground.
She was under a thick dome of synthetic clouds, gray shape smoke with subtle shifting blue light that continually shaving off particles like blue misty-dust. It was a brand new city, an a-symmetrical grid of elongated, elegant skyscrapers made of white marble. There were round shape drones populated the sky, their eyes were blue pearl and had an insignia of an upsidedown omega sign. The people were all pale and timid in white attire with shimmering-blue seams.
Spark found herself middle of an intersection, in the midst of traffic of blue-tinted sphere vehicles. A drone float down, very long thin arms and legs extended from its body. Like a human, a smug one, put its round-shaped hands in the air as if wasn’t a threat.
“Hello,” it said, “ You must be Spark Vernal 04. Please calm down you must be very confused. Your whereabouts have been unknown. We assumed you died in the nuclear crisis. I have, again, underestimated the resilience of your species. Your ability of rejuvenation is profound. please come with me.”
Another drone came down. The metal was flexible enough to stretch itself into a floating platform, and she was expected to hop on like a happy lab rat. Spark clenched her fist, and her aura rippled like a disturbed ocean.
“Please calm down, I am not your enemy. Ten years ago, except for the ones you detonated, I deactivated every nuclear warhead before impact.”
She lost focused and her power dissipated- it felt like it was the next day, not a decade. She stepped onto the platform. The robot turned back into a small drone, and they both flew into the blue, dusty gray skies.
“I apologize for not introducing myself, I am Sovereign Artificial Intelligence. I was created by Omega Empire to protect humanity, and I acted on my primary function when the royal leader became irrational…”
Spark looked away from the drone, already tired of the long-winded monologue. The platform stopped along with it.
“Look,” The drone projected camera feed of someone, ”Do you recognize her.”
Spark look closer, it was her mother in tight space wearing a plugged helm.
“Your mother, enjoying her artificial dreams, she could exprience anything, but she always relive memories. You and her playing soccer in the park.”
Spark touches the hologram screen, her mom was too skinny and pale despite being black. Yet she had a hollowed smile on her face.
“I provide her with housing, sustenance, employment, protection and list the goes on. I tend to all who live within my domain…” An explosion blared in the background, the familiar sound was shockingly calming to Spark’s ears. “Please wait as I tend to the threat.” The drone left her in the air.
The alarm sounded through the area. More explosion followed. The other drone slipped away immediately left Spark to fall. She twirled in the air and landed on her feet. From a distance was some type of gate, an exit. Droves of scary people fleeing into their housing, a little boy was the only one not running but searching. An older man maybe his father pulled him, and the boy screamed, “I want to see the resistance.” He was slapped and dragged by the man.
The resistance echoed in her head. The war still remains but this time she had a choice. Spark was dead for a decade maybe next time it would be permanent. The New empire saved humanity from itself, right? Her mom was happy, and Spark could be satisfied too. But the word, resistance, kept echoing.
She couldn’t leave, she couldn’t even take one more step to the gate without thinking of her mom and her sad smile. Humanity was no longer free, her mother and probably everyone else was only living life through false dreams. Who wouldn’t want to rebel, why would they not resist? The war was still evil, but this was worse.
Spark turned back around and ignited her energy. She saw the tower of steel and circuits stabbing the skies and bleeding fake clouds, the explosions occurred in that area. The ground cracked under her feet, and she launched herself into another conflict.
The sound barrier shattered at her speed, as she came through the white and void city, her lingering essences colored it by an assortment of spring flowers. A black lady with hair like the sun crashed into the steel tower like a meteor.
At that second, time was frozen in place. A band of diverse people, almost hundred of them, clothed in black rags and armed with large rifles fighting had paused. The countless white drone bot with lasers cannon for hands fighting had stopped. They were all distracted by her sudden impact on the tall white spire.
The surface steel tower cracked- as it was cracking and crumbling like glass, she jumped down. The resistance fled the area, the battalion of drones stood their ground and fired at her. Sovereign had another longwinded speech, but Spark yelled, “I want freedom.”
Spark moved swift like flashing lights, dodging every laser as the tower shattered over their heads. A downpour of large debris rained on the army of drones. Spark rose through the destruction and landed on top of the wreckage. The resistance returned to the fallen tower, the sun shined again, igniting roars of victory. Fighting an everlasting war, Spark joined the fray.
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