COMING OF ERA

It was the time in between when the age of partial bots was on verse of complete change. Everything was being subjected to modernization...More specifically to robotic changes. Yes...everything that was once done by humans was now done by robots of different types and sizes. The humans were not only humans now. Some were having implants of different kinds while others were having half bodies of electric circuits and artificial parts. What do they call it...? Cyborg...humanbot...Hbot there were different names for them but what was scary was that they all were no longer humans what they used to be.

The world was changing rapidly after WW4 of 2027. Continents were destroyed to ashes and only one third population of the world managed to survive that spike of nuclear war of WW4. After the desertion of the land and due to nuclear effects of the used ammunition, all the natural resources were also affected and were lost to chemical changes and only the source of more complex illnesses for those who were the survivors. The governments of the world had already lost the trust of their people and after the continuous waves of death rolls the democrats were no longer bound in laws...and republicans were free to cross borders.

People reach out to the other stretch of the world for survival. It was a period of mass migration. People from known to be Africa were moving to Asia and from Siberia to Australia. It was a drastic change in the human history.

Theories said the survival of the fittest...somehow it applied there but at a very scary cost. Due to lack of resources...people were starving...suffering from illnesses...crime was at its peak...not because of the unlawful environment but because of the survival of fittest theory. One was killing other so that he can drink water...while someone was beating someone else to get a bite of bread. People were having no place to cover heads and no work to do. They were getting crazy and if you see at the time it was like a crazy contagious disease that took over the people left in nuclear wave and subjected them to mass massacre in different parts of the world.

“We should do something about it...!” said the first man dressed in a black suit with a grey tie...putting his hands on the table and leaning forward on it.

What are we supposed to do in a situation like this...?” said the second man dressed in dark brown suit with no tie...fat face...calm but still there were the lines of frustration on his forehead.

“Mr. Sebastian is coming in thirty seconds.” an announcement came from a mic. Both the men looked at each other gulping all the frustration and making themselves apparelling. They both arranged the papers and wait for the moments of arrival.

Just then the gate opened and a group of armed robots came inside and stood around the room taking a specific pattern of standing. Then entered a straight slender figure who was supposed to be Mr. Sebastian. He was wearing a z black suit with white shirt underneath attached with diamond cuff lings which were shining very brightly. The tie was also black with a very rare texture and small pattern of snakes over it. A tie pin was holding the tie at its place with a small white pearl at its very end of tip. His shoes were also black made of alligator leather that is rarely found these days...and they were also very clean. He was walking with a steady pace that was full of proud, confidence and authority. His aura was strong enough to make anyone think about their existence. But his face was covered with a mask that was fixed at its place by two small golden honey silk ties around his head. The mask was hiding his whole face except for his eyes. They were dark with a hint fire in them. Was he angry...? Nobody knows...only if he take off his mask then only one can find if he was angry or not. But the mask itself was a piece of art and mystery. It was a very smart shape that was masculine with a sharp and high nose with very sculptured facial features accompanied by a perfect jaw line for finishing touch. One must wonder if the face behind the mask is really like this mask. The mask seems to be light weight as it was just hung on the face with just two silk ties and the man was having no issues with the presence of this over his face. He seems to be very comfortable. It was white and black with golden outlines and a small pattern on the left portion. Could not tell what it was...a bird....dove...or a writing in some foreign or some ancient language. But it was attractive somehow.

The men stood up and bowed to him as he passed by them and moved toward his place. Standing in the front of his chair he nodded at them and they all sat on their chairs. The man in the black suit cleared his throat before starting.

“Ahem!” He holds out a file for Mr. Sebastian and looked at his hands which were resting on the table.

“We are pleased to see you healthy and well master. We have gathered all the data needed for us to a new start.” Saying this he started a screen and seven people appeared on the screen. All were formally dressed like some congressman from white house of USA. All of them introduced themselves to Mr. Sebastian. He just nodded at them without saying a word.

“Mr. Sebastian we are very pleased to be here with you and all others today. And I really liked the idea told us by Mr. Gusto.” Said the man on screen no. 3. He was an American African who was now living in India with a holding body of his own and approximately two million followers from used to be Asian continent.

Mr. Sebastian nodded aging and looked at Mr. Gusto...the man in black suit. With his dry Russian accent he asked everything to lift hands if they agree with the plan of his master.

Everyone put their hands up. Mr. Gusto turned toward his master bowed.

A little smile played on the lips behind the mask.