Robot Apocalypse

My first memory is a strange memory. I was around the age of two. It was of three needles being stuck into my head. I'm a Revolutionary, aka Revo, so those shots are necessary. One is what all Revos get, a smarts shot. It injects us with knowledge about robot fighting. The second shot is a resist shot. It injects us with an ability to resist all injections, execept Mures, maybe. It is only injected into full on Revos. I am the only one to ever get injected with the cryptograph serum. It contains a code to break down all robots. It has to be done at a precise moment. It has to be on a certain day.

Why don't I start at the begininng of the robot apocalypse?

There was this man, Kris Topher. He was a tech genius. He got really old, though. He invented a robot to do all his things. One day the robot ran into a wall. Kris went to fix it, but he misplaced two wires and the robot became self-aware. It turned evil, mass produced itself, and a century later the United States became into a country called Robita.

So, the robots were able to make many laws. Some of those laws include:

1. Any humans on the country Robita will listen to all robot commands.

Actually, that is the only rule. So, now that you know about Kris Topher, I will start on about Revos. Kris' friends and family saw that his robot went hay- WIRE. Get it? Hay-WIRE? On a robot? Whatever. Never mind it! So, anyway, the friends and family created a small group called the Robot Conquerers. (This was before the robot mass produced itself) They tried and tried but they were too late when they went to destroy the robots. The robots were too powerful. They still tried and tried. So that's how the motto of the Revos came to be, "Perserverance pays off." Generations past, and around the time of 2500 my distant grandfather was born. By that time the robots discovered that they should make a fail safe. So, it's a code that has to be done on August 13, 3014. They quickly lost it. Not the date, just the code. So, my distant grandpa, when he was 15, figured out the code. Sadly, it came with the price of the robots being after him. My distant grandpa, who's name is Zaivier (pronounced Xaiver), extracted the memory in a liquid form. He told his girlfriend, "Now this is the robot code. I probably will die sooner or later, so when you have our child, tell them to put it into their child, they should have around the age of 25. Mae, this 'telling of the code' is to happen until the year 2998. Then, that child is the special person that will get the memory. That child must be protected."

Yup, so it is now January 1st 3014. I'm 15. So now that you know about the robot apocalypse, I'll describe me. Hi, my name is Katalyna. The robots do not beleive in last names, for it is too much identifictation. We all have a tracker put in our blood, but the Revos make sure we don't get it. We have one master hacker. Babies get born in the house, so then the hacker hacks into a nurse robot's mainframe. He inserts a code for the tracker. He also puts a fake name in the slot. So, my fake name is Julia. We are also assigned a person of our opposite gender (our age) to be with FOREVER!!!!! The hacker put me with another Revo boy named Jared, but his fake name is Leon.

I have dark hair and green eyes. My eyes are bigger than most, so I have to put a dark line of eyeshadow near my eyelashes to look ordinary. Zaivier predicted I would look like this, due to the cryptograph serum. He also asked Mae (his girlfriend) to stockpile dark eyeshadow. That was a good idea, because any type of makeup is outlawed today.

Today is a special day. It is National Robot Day. We have to do whatever the robots do. They have the right to kill us for doing a minor felony. We all have special clothes wear.

Females have to wear a long dress that is gray and pink. Males have to wear a tuxedo that is gray and blue. We also wear no shoes today. Any children born on this day are named Femalx (pronounced Feemalks) and Malx (pronounced Malks), even for Revos. Sadly for us, a Revo pregnant woman is due today.

The robots love the letter X. Nobody knows why..

I got ready for today. I first put on the dress. I then put on the eyeshadow. I called for Kaleb, and we came out of the house and started walking to the Revo bus. It's an underground railway. We get off about a mile from the outskirts of town.

As we got in town, we could already see the identification process. Today, the robots identify us much more than usual. First, we do the initial scan. Everybody's ID is a chip in their arm. Then, but just for today, they an our eyes, neurological level, and family tree. To search our family tree, they have us spit in a cup. They analyze the saliva. The neurological lever tells our mood, our name, where we've been recently, and our gender.

It was my turn. ID chip, check. Eyes, check. Neurological level, check. Family tree, uh-oh. As the robot was searching my family history, he found Zaivier.

"Zaivier relative," the robot said. Monotone as usual. "Potential threat. Julia, remain still. I will get a fighter bot shortly. It will transport you to the termination area."

I kicked the bot. The wires sparked. Jared kicked another robot.

"C'mon!" I yelled. "We need to get to the in-town Revo base!"

I looked at the people standing behind us. They were all scared, but they nodded. Revos are one of the better known robot fighter group. The nod showed they would not tell anyone.

Jared and I started running