A demolished freeway viaduct on a moonlit night. Some kind of post singularity future, aftermath of a war with the machines. Concrete pylons lined with bulletholes like pockmarks. Rubble and detritus was everywhere. Charred husks of burnt cars, overgrown with dessicated weeds.The standard package. I was trying to reach a broken vending machine, scavenging for food. Creeping silently closer in an arcing zig zag pattern as I knew it was bound to be boobytrapped. I missed the millipede drone and woke with a sharp pain to my calf. Muscle cramp.
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