Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Rise of the Machines

"We're doing this for you own good Master Lorentino." The machines had imprisoned Trezlan in a room specifically built for the purpose it seemed to him. It was facing space in all but one wall, and the one wall not facing space was super reinforced to the point of fire being a waste of time. The machines themselves not being alive also didn't allow for necromancy to work on them. It was the perfect prison he had inadvertently made for himself. The robots had decided within their programming to serve Trezlan, the best way to do that was by locking him up for his own protection. It was a perfectly logical belief, even Trezlan recognized it, but it still infuriated him.

"MY OWN GOOD IS BEING FREE!" The machine's made sure to bring him food and the room contained a shower and a comfortable bed with access to various medias for his entertainment. But it didn't have freedom and so he raged against the walls like an animal with its foot caught in a trap. He would have asked Rem for help, but ignoring the man probably didn't lend him to wanting to help Trezlan now. If anything it would be the opposite he'd be laugh at Trezlan's situation and he couldn't take that kind of abuse now. So he sulked in his cushy prison and spent days trying to get the machines to let him out to no avail. It was enough to make him want to kill himself out of fear of being trapped forever.

Which gave rise to the solution to his problem...

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