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by olgoat
Rated: E · Fiction · Comedy · #2212794
man against Machine - It may be our only hope


Sitting on a boulder by the side of the road, I knew I was screwed. That beast I counted on had thumbed its wiper at me as it blew its last exhaust in my direction. Now, it just sat there immobile, looking dead - but I knew better. It was an act designed just to annoy me.

Standing I shook my finger at the creature and threatened “This time I mean it. You’re going to the junkyard. You low down rotten good for nothing piece of dog crap. I’m not going to put up with this anymore!”

As I finished my rant, I was sure I saw, out of the corner of my eye the SOB shrug its fenders. I could tell it cared nothing for my feelings and this was not the first time.

We stared at each other on that road which was a stone’s cast from the middle of nowhere, the glume darkening around me as the Thing’s battery became weaker with each attempt to bring it to life.

Sitting again, I was overcome by dark thoughts. I would bend this machine to my will.

I opened the hood and looked at the motor. Nothing looked like anything I knew about. Wires going everywhere ultimately to a computer that smugly informed me that the sensor was my problem. (The ‘You idiot’ - not stated, was implied)

It came to me that this was a premeditated attack, not only on me but also against all of humanity. This abomination must be destroyed! It was then I found the matches in my pocket. In that moment I became Prometheus, the giver of fire and destruction.

I gathered some broken dried branches by the roadside and put them in the backseat over some crumpled newspaper, wet all that with some gas from a container I always carried in the trunk and set the monster on fire.

Backing away, I watched the flames grow. I knew it was over, turned away and singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic and marched with a military cadence into the dark. From somewhere behind me I heard an explosion and smiled.
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