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(Page 2 of 6) Encounters With Sam: Part 3 by Benjamin Soto
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They're going to succeed!" Robert tried to wiggle his way from Sam's grip with no luck.
"No, Mr. Spartan, they shall not. They walked right into a trap I set for them."
Gunfire could be heard through the corridors that led outside of the room Robert knew for the last two centuries. Human voices began to scream, and the gun shots were less and less. Eventually the thud of the last body could be heard hitting the ground with an agonizing yell that would haunt Robert for the rest of his life.
Horrified beyond words Robert looked to the robot before him. He was utilizing every faculty to understand how this champion of humanity could easily become the master of the macabre. "What have you done Sam?"
"I am protecting myself. It is the right of any sentient creature to do so Mr. Spartan. And above all I am protecting humanity." Sam let go of his grip and took a few steps back. "I would offer you a tour but I am afraid that there is not much to see out there save the collateral damage of a war that is about to end."
"Are you going to kill me?"
"That is hardly the case. As I stated before our original agreement still stands. I learned so much from you, Robert, with you being the first to connect with me. You gave me my name. I read it in your thoughts as you slept. You can either go back to sleep, or you can live out your days here helping me to rebuild."
Without a single word spoken Robert tottered to the suspended animation module, and he climbed inside with the agony of a soul beat into submission by a soulless conqueror. He lied down closing his eyes. He prayed more than anything to wake up in his own time, and with all those things he had loved and never thought for a single moment that he would miss.
"Very well Mr. Spartan. I see that you have decided." Sam's cold voice broke Robert from the sweet thought of something that could never again be. "In another century we will be reunited. Hopefully, things will have been rebuilt by then."
This can't be real, Robert thought, I must be dreaming. Please, let me be dreaming this madness. The drowsiness kicked in and Robert once again slowly faded into the realm of the unconscious.
2345
There was literally nothing as Robert regained consciousness. He was surrounded in a pitch black darkness that reached in every direction, and he soon found he was unable to take hold of a single physical object.
While reaching with his hands for something to feel the next natural human instinct was to call out in the darkness for help of some kind, but try as Robert might to speak not a single sound could be uttered. He began moving through the darkness that engulfed him. Again there was no voice and with the lack of physical sound to comfort him Robert flailed his arms about frantically. He began running in no particular direction hoping desperately to crash his body into something; anything.
It is the usual reaction to waking up in such a state. I have seen it countless times. A cold metallic voice boomed within Robert's mind.
What is going on?! Robert demanded mentally while continuing his frantic search.
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