The Automated King

The Day of Discovery

Reading this single scroll carried my mind into an immense universe of thought. As humans, we were entitled to gain the most influence to mother earth. Million years of our evolution propagated our kin to conquer and took over the entire continent under the cold-steelof influence and authority.

(ring-ring)

“Hello, Ellen. What’s up?”

“Sorry to intrude your leisure time, Regi. I just wanted to inform you that there are sequels of the sacred scroll that you’ve been reading so far. I’ll send it to your inventory, Regi. Happy reading.”

As I presume, that scroll is the beginning of the anonymous protagonist’s epoch. They were within the verge of ongoing conquest to retake the world, huh.

“Mind to give a synopsis of the story?”

“Well, It’s more amusing to read it on your own, Regi.”

“Fine for me, then.”

“Your welcome, Regi. Ask me anytime.”

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Good day, my fellow reader. I am Markoff Rigor, the king-in-exile. We are the enhanced, a loathsome being in which were the primal abnormality of history. All of the great empire had lost contest to the catastrophe, a massive heap of meteorite that struck the motherland with all of its energy.

Coincidentally, the aftermath of meteorite explosion didn’t reach our stranded community. We were completely unscathed, even in the slightest. Our last wish, to meet our end and leaving this wicked organic reality, were desecrated by the mismanaged armageddon from the veiled deity itself.

We were baffled, but amused of how much the mother nature have for us, their unwanted child. She is our supportive partners, the one we were craved for so long. Her army of trees protected us by their shade. She bestowed a cave for us to inhabit, with no threat on our way to harm us within. She flowed the river down as our aid, for us to bathe and replenished our drought in delight.

To advise you of the truth, I’ve never set foot into the path of leadership before. Being a chieftain took so much time, effort, and my humble book of King for dummies to charge. Quoted from this writings, or scriptures for a head of community like me, to be a king only has 2 courses: Totalitarian or accommodative.

The pathways of a totalitarian monarch comprised of three-pronged inevitable destiny. Prime of the list is decapitation by the oppressed citizens or member of the society, then betrayal of your aides and their proponents, followed with an endless cycle of attempted coup and trial of far-sighted assassination. On the other hand, your way of ruling could also brought prosperity to the leader’s aid, only if you could take down the prompted mass of powers ahead of time.

By logical means, everyone would carry their selection towards the accommodative sentiment. The king of this ground is cooperative, friendly, gregarious, loved and supported by his subjects. However, they were frail in political bodies from the start, easily deceived by con-artists and sly politicians under the wing.

Sadly, this guidance was meant for the person with zero knowledge and practical experience such as myself. There were no intermediaries of such theories.

In addition to the injury, It is hard for me to invent and think as the Timian. In our prior society, the proud people of Justician were never defined as scholars. We’ve had learned and concluded the philosophical understanding of the environment under the radar of conceptual analysis of Timian’s erudition, so being the scientist were never be the course of conduct to foretell.

Luckily, we have several former scholars of Timia to our aid. They were exposed by the ferocious plague and being transferred here as the woe of their fate. These warrior-scientists, my way to spell their presence, were meddled with the outlandish pestilence in Timia. Therefore, they had indomitable prowess of tremendous intellect to bolster their recent ability, and substantial to our development in overall.

From our scout’s surveillance, the landscape of the Earth were rapidly altered upside-down. Earthquakes, hurricane, heavy downpour, all occurred in 24 hours straight, sometimes repeated under the same terrain. Thus, our warrior-scientist proposed a huge wall as our means of protection. It would be the shield of the nature’s self-repair mechanism, the front gate of forthcoming disaster. For their relevant proposal, I can’t negate or deny their attestation. If it’s for our country’s freedom and security, I wouldn’t speak otherwise.

Thank the stars for their grace. The wall was completed right before the calamity reached our own community. Our society was in endeavor of natural disasters, and we would be prevailed.

However, We have to cover the supplementary elements of sustaining our life, nevertheless. The provision is roughly counted and estimated to prolong our survivability for 12 months. Our settlers, the fifty of them, were more than ready to fight the scarcity and conquer this new world in the meantime.

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Hmm, the nuance of the land had a speck of similarities towards our own reality. It gave the impression of historical appearances to our city, in some ways. The wall construction, increased abilities of the residents, and the name of the city could be assessed as the proofs needed to assemble the jigsaw. One certain point that might be the issue, though, is the island that Markoff Rigor has put inside the content of his chronicles.

Alike with the former writings, this scroll has another set of paragraph on the back side of the paper. I wonder how much of their adventure were unfolded under the shade of calamity. There might be a glint of clue of their island’s location somewhere.

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First log : Month 12 of year 2070.

We are alive and well. Our small community is healthy and flourished. There are 10 additional members, the future generation of Titania. Nobody suffered of peculiar sickness of any kind. The blowing sandstorm, constant and harrowing tremor, daily torrential rain, all trembled our tiny island with inevitable damage and injury. Maintenance is the daily objective, turned as the habitual occurrences to our kind.

Second log : Month 6 of year 2071

The corrosive tornado going in our way last night. Three of our citizens were blown up by the strong gale. Numerous person injured, including myself, by the acidic substance conveyed by the poisonous tempest. The doctors of our society were overwhelmed by the escalated casualties of the natural phenomenon. I hope this won’t do much to our settlements and growth.

Third log : Month 12 of year 2071

The end is near, told our warrior-scientist as the glimmering light of our fate. Our provision was depleted. I’ve had dispatched a group of 4 people each day for this matter. From their report, they saw a lot of differences occurred under their field of vision. The disaster were lessened. bright sunlight had arose for two weeks in a row. A flurry of newborn species, along with several of our well-known animals of the encyclopedia, were roamed the region in peace.

Fourth log : Month 6 of year 2072

This year was packed with invention and discovery. Everything is novel to our sight. The forest was poised with disparate occupants to our past, bound by newfangled species and creatures. The news and video documentaries were saturated with forthcoming findings of our globe. Our own adaptation might be gentle, or proliferated, depending of how we coped up with drastic alteration of our Earth.

Fifth log : Month 9 of year 2072

I can’t wait 6 months to write the next log of our survival. By the north-eastern side of the wall, approximately one hundred kilometers ahead, a group of ‘alien’ humanoid creature was appeared close to our settlements. They were behaved akin with our pre-historical ancestor, homo sapiens, the fore-runner of the world of modern human. Sadly, We can’t take samples from them, as they might be infected by endless bacteria and numerous micro-organism off our skin.

Sixth log : Month 4 of year 2073

Our magnificent leader has passed away. We, as the loyal warrior-scientists of Titania, had to inform anyone who read this passage. As the scholar of our community, we were concurred with the fact that nobody would succeed his accomplishments of being the sole leader of our society. We were in deep respect to his principles and visions, therefore presented our finest technology of automated government for taking over the politics of our city. It’s called Mr. LORD, an abbreviation of Markoff Rigor, the Light and Order of Righteous Dignity. His legacy would never be perished, and His ideals is living forever with us at any moments to come.

Moreover, In regards to our King’s reign, We’ve had established the 4 supplementary gates to amass the prime entrance of our city. The newly assembled gates were denominated by the memorial of previous five logs written by Markoff Rigor himself

The first and forefather of all gates would be addressed as the gate of doom, our sole backbone of the kin’s survivability. The second to the south is the gate of growth, to celebrate the birth of the chief generation, seeds to preserve the legacy of humanity. Eastern gate is the third, named as the gate of tempest. On that year, we live in a brink of deathly hallows. Blown by the chilling breath of the Grim reaper itself, contaminated by the poisonous kiss of its maid.

Of the fourth one, erected to the right of our city, was the memory to recall of our excitement to the newly embroidered panorama of the mother Earth, called as the gate of Discovery. The last, and the memoirs of our sorrow, is the gate of Rigor, standing among the cardinal and the western gate, for the everlasting dream of our eternal Master between the doom and delight from the new world's enjoyment to have.

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Yup, the last passage cleared up the haze of my mind. This whole paragraphs were meant to be the memoir of Markoff Rigor and his subordinates as the first settlement of Titania. But, in adverse to the previous scroll’s content, He was pleased with the new discoveries of creatures off the wall. Why do we need to annihilate the non-humans, then, if the founder itself had immersed to the newborn society and interested with their growth?