CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"How is this possible," asked Madonna. The sight of the mountain in front of her nearly made her faint. So impossibly high. It was here, in the city, invisible all this time. And there was something else.
"It is ancient," said the robot. "It was here before humanity. Before even my people first visted the Earth. It has been destroyed, buried, put out of the minds of those who live. Yet it could never truly be removed. It will always be here. So is its power.
Madonna touched the mountain briefly. She felt something stirring. A power. A dark, old power. Stirring. Not even waking. It was sleeping...but even asleep it was terrible. She pulled her hands off the mountain quickly. But she dind't tell the robot what she'd felt. "What do we do now?" she asked.
"We climb it," he said.
"It's so steep, so jagged...how could I..."
"I will carry you," said the robot. "You must reach the top of the mountain, the top of the world. Before the fires comes."
"Are...are you sure there is no other way?" she asked.
"You are afraid of heights?"
"No, I mean...can't we try to save other people? Or everyone? Can't we try to stop Taylor Swift?"
"No," he said. "She has already grown too powerful. Even before I arrived and took you to your bed, there was never any hope of stopping Swift. For you see...she is the daughter of Satan. This was his ultimate goal. He planned it all along, arranged to have his daughter born in the form of a beautiful woman who was nice to cats and for her to end the world in 2016. It was written and so it will come to pass."
"But if Satan is real...does that mean Jesus was real too?"
"He is gone from the Earth now. Returned to the stars."
"You mean..."
"Madonna, there is nowhere time. We must scale this mountain. Come, let me hold you." He held her tight in his arms. And then...he started walking straight up the mountain, vertically. The soles of his metal feet walked on the mountain's side as if it was normal ground. It was not even the strangest thing Madonna had witness that day. Finally they came to a ledge.
"We can stop here for a moment," he said.
"Are we nearly at the top?" she asked. They seemed to have been climing forever.
"We're about a tenth of the way there, I would estimate," he said. "Probably more."
"I can see everything from here," she said. It was true. The city was small beneath them. She thought she could amost see the sea.
"Yes, it is high," he agreed. "Wait...what is that?" There was something in the sky. It was so small Madonna hadn't noticed, but the robot's keen mechanical eyes had. It was flying towards them...
"Is that...a plane?" asked Madonna.
"GET DOWN," said the robot. The plane came into view. It was small single seater, a warplane. Taylor Swift was flying it. And she was pointing its gun right at Madonna. She started firing. The robot pushed Madonna down and covered her with his body.
He was riddled with bullet holes.
"SWIFT," cried Madonna, in anger. "SWIIIIIFT!!!!"
"It is ancient," said the robot. "It was here before humanity. Before even my people first visted the Earth. It has been destroyed, buried, put out of the minds of those who live. Yet it could never truly be removed. It will always be here. So is its power.
Madonna touched the mountain briefly. She felt something stirring. A power. A dark, old power. Stirring. Not even waking. It was sleeping...but even asleep it was terrible. She pulled her hands off the mountain quickly. But she dind't tell the robot what she'd felt. "What do we do now?" she asked.
"We climb it," he said.
"It's so steep, so jagged...how could I..."
"I will carry you," said the robot. "You must reach the top of the mountain, the top of the world. Before the fires comes."
"Are...are you sure there is no other way?" she asked.
"You are afraid of heights?"
"No, I mean...can't we try to save other people? Or everyone? Can't we try to stop Taylor Swift?"
"No," he said. "She has already grown too powerful. Even before I arrived and took you to your bed, there was never any hope of stopping Swift. For you see...she is the daughter of Satan. This was his ultimate goal. He planned it all along, arranged to have his daughter born in the form of a beautiful woman who was nice to cats and for her to end the world in 2016. It was written and so it will come to pass."
"But if Satan is real...does that mean Jesus was real too?"
"He is gone from the Earth now. Returned to the stars."
"You mean..."
"Madonna, there is nowhere time. We must scale this mountain. Come, let me hold you." He held her tight in his arms. And then...he started walking straight up the mountain, vertically. The soles of his metal feet walked on the mountain's side as if it was normal ground. It was not even the strangest thing Madonna had witness that day. Finally they came to a ledge.
"We can stop here for a moment," he said.
"Are we nearly at the top?" she asked. They seemed to have been climing forever.
"We're about a tenth of the way there, I would estimate," he said. "Probably more."
"I can see everything from here," she said. It was true. The city was small beneath them. She thought she could amost see the sea.
"Yes, it is high," he agreed. "Wait...what is that?" There was something in the sky. It was so small Madonna hadn't noticed, but the robot's keen mechanical eyes had. It was flying towards them...
"Is that...a plane?" asked Madonna.
"GET DOWN," said the robot. The plane came into view. It was small single seater, a warplane. Taylor Swift was flying it. And she was pointing its gun right at Madonna. She started firing. The robot pushed Madonna down and covered her with his body.
He was riddled with bullet holes.
"SWIFT," cried Madonna, in anger. "SWIIIIIFT!!!!"
