A small tale of the past into the future.

-- Written by Alexandros Niklan --




"Always stand tall and right against all world's evil".


His fathers words are still ringing heavy on his ears. He still remembers his father's face while he was trying to teach him that there are many people out there who wont be able to defend themselves and they may need his son's help in due time.


His training was harsh. His father never went easy on him, even when he achieved the impossible for a boy of his age at that time (age of 3). Like moving a huge rock by just using his hands , his mind and a small piece of hard wood as a lever. His education was also not an easy task. He was forced to read manuscripts that would puzzle an adult's mind under candle light in a room full of moisture, with no windows in the middle of winter. He was supposed to be able to do that while his body was screaming for cover from nature's element. By the end of all these tests , he was called by his father to confront each other in both mind and physical games. He ended up victorious by only that much. At that point he felt that he was stronger than anything on the world. If only he knew.


30 years later, he stands alone in a dark field, under a heavy clouded sky, in a snowy night with a deadly wind that was lashing his face with icy fragments of snow and ice. His mind was calm as it was used to this kind of abuse and his body was ready to react at any time. He was looking at his father ring while he was twisting it on his finger and set his eye into the dark horizon.


"It is only just a matter of time", he thought. Soon he would have to face the one thing he was trained for. He was nervous but not anxious. He hold his ground with only a mass of mountain behind him. He had to do it. He had to face it. His whole life just drove him here. At this moment, at this instance. His fist became solid hard and his fingers became even whiter while he was pressing them in. His ring just glowed in the dark. A big enough ring that had a strange crest embossed on it. An eagle holding an axe in its claws, sitting on a tree. It looked like it was coming alive when it was turned towards any kind of light source.


Suddenly he heard noises from far away. Kinda like footsteps of a heavy being approaching. He felt his whole body pumping adrenaline. His legs went into the snow and made a small hole out of pressure. "Its time! ", he thought. Just few feet away he was able to see this growing and glowing red reflection , coming fast towards him, now.


He took his gun out of holster and aimed. One shot, one kill. A red, sticky substance filled the snow and the being dropped heavily into the snowy ground. He went just few inches above the dead body. He checked the body's vital signs. No sign. He turned the corpse around. He took a step back saddened by what he saw.


A HUMAN!... It has been decades since he last seen one. His father was a human. His father as a human explained to him in his early years, that humans where the dominate species on this planet. They were also the ones that brought him to life and gave him to his father, in order to train him and give him what is needed in order to protect humans. His only mission after all would be to protect this village of people, even though some years ago the last one, passed to the other side (as his father explained to him).


His only duty was to protect the humans in it. His only mission was to avoid harming them at all cost. He failed to do that by shooting one. His frustration was growing and he felt going dark. The last thing he was able to see was


"... Error! Violation of the 3 principals. Imminent shutdown"

and then he dropped down , frozen dead in the dark same as the human did next to him when he got shot.

--- inspired by Asimov's 3 rules ---

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