Armageddon: The Start of an Unending Apocalyptic Battle

2600 was a year filled with AI technology that seems to be subordinating the whole universe at no everlasting period of time. Psyche woke up to this reality that seems to be very imaginary. Knowing the fact that she gains almost every wisdom about the prior world, she began to question the existing phenomenon happening before her very eyes. All she ever do was to read and read, learn and learn, gain knowledge and want to know more. Living with stand-in robots was not an easy task for her, for there's still something empty within her that she wants to fulfill. She sat on her stainless chair wondering about the enjoyable life she doesn't have. Everything just seems to be so empty for her. Having those robots were not enough. The stand-in slides toward her and reaches to meet her eye level. She looked at it, thinking what the thing wants and silently disturbs her. The lights from its rounded specs blinks momentarily then blisters for a bit and slows again. Psyche's brows crooked and tilt her head to the side, leaning on the metal backrest and crossing her arms. "What is it, stand-in? Got another metal broken?" It always goes off like that. The stand-in would walk up to her and do that ridiculously irritating blinking of its specs whenever a piece inside it was broken or sort of. It stared at her, or what she thinks of, and murmured inaudible noises like that of a broken microphone. All vague to her. She cannot clearly depict what exactly this thing before her is trying to say. And it starts to get on her nerves. "Come on, you're disturbing this young gal." The stand-in's specs halfway closed and played with it's metal fingers, obviously making the best it can to gain some of Psyche's sympathy. But it is so annoying for the girl. "I have no time, come on!" Quite intimidated, the stand-in opens the volt on its tank and reaches in for some papers. There's a lot of them, with varying colors. She heaved a sigh and lazily leaned against the chair, closing her eyes out of frustration. "What is it again this time?" Her voice appears to be husky and tired, and her body suddenly softens making it impossible for her to sit straight. The stand-in finally spoke after giving all it can to be pathetic. "The Academe seems to be not getting your point at every education levels you went into. They continues to send papers of varying colors and sends viruses to my system. This is quite disturbing on my part, gal." Psyche sat up straight and grabbed all of the papers, spreading them across the table after putting away all her holograms and stuff. There's red, yellow, and orange, and she knows she's in great danger this time. She counted each of it and as the red papers continues to increase in quantity, the more Psyche sighs and glares at the stand-in beside her. Not that she was blaming it but what did it gave her all this just now? Just doesn't make sense. Seems that this thing wants her to be in deep trouble where the end is too far from sight. Now she need to go to The Academe and claim another hologram of manner construction lectures and how to properly conduct them. She wants to learn but this academe makes it hard for her to do so. Glaring at the stand-in once again, Psyche made her way to the dresser and pulled out some classy hologram chip and threw it up in the air. The moment the hologram chip opened, she walked beneath it and light flashed through her snapping her out of her fancy pajamas and changing it to some decent casual ones. She checked it and brushed it off slightly, quite satisfied with what she's wearing. "Better stay out while situation's still chill. Prep me some nice meal when I come home." Heading through the door, she grabbed some bottled juice on the counter and walked out. The weather on Armageddon stays the same. It was a dull color, with grayish lights indicating good weather. The sky scrappers stood high before her swallowing her whole existence with its distorted exterior. Feels like a dust lost in the forest. Riding her LB-1.00, a levitating board her stand-in made her, she swiftly hovers around the street shoving her hands deep inside her pockets. She had read old holograms about what the world looks way back 2020. The sky scrappers are way too different. Compared to the distorted buildings she is used to, theirs was way more even and flat which seems to be very interesting to her. A lot confused her about how people lived way back. Their food, the surrounding, the weather, even by just looking at the images made her think as to why and how? Just too many questions. But what she needs to handle now is The Academe. What a crazy bunch of idiocy we have here, huh? She chuckled at the thought ringing on her head. Psyche began to hear the head senior's hoarse voice against her ears scolding her all the way saying things about reflecting and lecturing her about being not-so-good-enough to even pass The Academe's unreachable standards. Building by building, she counts 'em all. All are almost of same physical appearance that she needs to count every single sky scrapper she pass by. "33..34..and..35, finally." Chugging the bottle of juice empty, Psyche made her way on the metal door guarded by two captain stand-ins. "Red papers again, Ms. Psyche?" Captain 2 asked, smirking with full effort against the dent on its metal cheek. She rolled eyes and stood beneath the large threshold, staring at the red blinking lights and groaning out of frustration. "Got too much?" "A lot more this time." She stared at Captain 1 before moving all the way in. That captain stand-in remains silent all the time not even giving her a glance. Well, maybe that's the way it is. The stand-ins and individuals gave her questioning looks while entering like this was all new to them. Why? She was known to be entering The Academe only when she receives red papers. Nothing more than that. She attends class from holographic lectures, not minding to socialize with other teenagers. Entering the main lobby, the head senior welcomed her wholeheartedly and gave her that "better explain" look before motioning her to follow her. The 600-year-old head senior was quite a legend being the longest living on their era and said to be the one who invented stand-in robots. Psyche respects her but this old yet young gal intimidates her to the point that she would rather get her hands chopped off rather than have a serious one-on-one talk. But only one thing made her talk to this gal chap longer, the fact that she lived on the era Psyche has been wondering about.