WE ARE THE… ZZZOOOHT

Today's encounter made me reflect on the ashes of our strange world. We have to thank the nuclear war for causing the tech regression of the current Blocklands. Ages ago, the Markets were so advanced that no one was excluded from the earnings. It is incredible to think that everyone owned a fast connection, back then.

Today's encounter made me reflect on the ashes of our strange world. We have to thank the nuclear war for causing the tech regression of the current Blocklands. Ages ago, the Markets were so advanced that no one was excluded from the earnings. It is incredible to think that everyone owned a fast connection, back then. However, the memory of that ancient wellbeing is almost completely gone.

By now, just traces remain of those distant times. The blockchains survived the bombs because of their decentralized nature, while most of the technology is lost forever. At times it is possible to find machinery wreckages, although their engineering level makes them impossible to repair. Functioning appliances are very rare, so I never thought it could be possible to meet a still working Digimarine!

Those machines were produced by Digibyte, a manufacturing enterprise specialized in military androids. The model I found was probably a front line ground unit. A chosen soldier, maybe, or an urban sentry... But who cares, aye. Over its long lifetime its circuits burned and it became insane, so, to prevent it from hurting someone, I had to terminate it. However, since at first the automaton was not belligerent, I had the pleasure to talk briefly with it, before being forced to destroy it.

Ronan: «Humm... Greetings, soldier. I don't receive updates since a while. What's the state of the mission, aye?»
Digimarine: «CLANK... Greetings Commander. Everything under control, still scouring the... ZZZOOOHT... perimeter before the moo-moo-MOON... invasion, Sir.»
Ronan: «Well done, marine. But I doubt we should stick to the plan. Orders changed. How long have you been around?»
Digimarine: «CLANK... Well, to be... FIRE IN THE... reckoning is one million two hundred seventy-nine thousand two hundreds ninteeen days since the birds departed, Sir.»
Ronan: «Whoa, such a tireless soldier, aren't you? Anyway, I can't see the rest of the troops. Any clue of your fellows?»
Digimarine: «CLANK... I am so-so-SORRY to inform you that... GAAZI... The squad has gone fugazi, Sir. I had hard times in the last... WE ARE THE... period, Sir.»
Ronan: «What you mean?»
Digimarine: «CLANK... If I can speak fre-fre-FREELY... I suffered damage after the shutdown of the... ZZZOOOHT... and I urgently nee-nee-NEED... WE NOT SELL... to the nearest camp for the repairs, Sir. My hardware is no moo-moo-MORE... CLANK.... in proper conditions, it... it... it... it... it... it... it... it...»
Ronan: «Everything fine, soldier. Now slow down, I'm with you. Just calm down. Don't think that fast, or...»
Digimarine: «CLANK... IRREVERSIBLE ERROR... RESET... CONNECTION TO THE LEDGER... LEDGER OFFLINE... RESET... CONNECTION TO THE LEDGER... LEDGER OFFLINE... RESET... CONNECTION TO THE LEDGER... LEDGER OFFLINE... CLANK... WE ARE THE... CLANK... WE NOT SELL... CLANK... ONE DAY... CLANK... MOON... ZZZOOOHT... HOSTILE DETECTED... CLANK... FRONTAL ASSAULT IN TEN... NINE... EIGHT...»
Ronan: «Heck, I knew that, aye! It's such a shame... Your pain will end soon, android of the past! For the greed of my fathers!»