2134, The year where cyborgs and different kinds of robots roamed around. Humans were often sent off to war in full armoured suits that made them look like a robot. Humans are the only species that have minds of their own after all.
The surface of Earth is a hell zone. That's where the humans go to fight against creatures that have started invading the Earth. They invaded the Earth about 2 years ago, coming in on unknown ships from unknown places. Ever since then humans have been taken cover underground where it's safe and where no creatures could reach. People still raise families and live just as they would on the surface. Cyborgs weren't created much later too. Cyborgs usually help around underground.
Every year, people are sent to fight on the surface. It is a very dangerous job and most people don't make it back alive. There is hardly no people that go since it is dangerous and they don't want to take their chances.
A petite woman was walking down the aisle to a helicopter. Her blonde pigtails bobbed up and down slightly as she kept walking. She was already wearing heavy armour, ready to go to the surface. People starred and whispered things to each other, wondering why a "child" would be going to the surface. The thing was, the woman wasn't a child. She was just short. She had a scowl on her face that didn't seem to want to go away. "You almost at the helicopter, 333325479G?" A man asked her in her ear piece. "Yes, I'm coming." She answered quietly as she looked down at her watch. She was late. She sighed and quickened her pace to the helicopter. She wasn't going to miss this.
The surface of Earth is a hell zone. That's where the humans go to fight against creatures that have started invading the Earth. They invaded the Earth about 2 years ago, coming in on unknown ships from unknown places. Ever since then humans have been taken cover underground where it's safe and where no creatures could reach. People still raise families and live just as they would on the surface. Cyborgs weren't created much later too. Cyborgs usually help around underground.
Every year, people are sent to fight on the surface. It is a very dangerous job and most people don't make it back alive. There is hardly no people that go since it is dangerous and they don't want to take their chances.
A petite woman was walking down the aisle to a helicopter. Her blonde pigtails bobbed up and down slightly as she kept walking. She was already wearing heavy armour, ready to go to the surface. People starred and whispered things to each other, wondering why a "child" would be going to the surface. The thing was, the woman wasn't a child. She was just short. She had a scowl on her face that didn't seem to want to go away. "You almost at the helicopter, 333325479G?" A man asked her in her ear piece. "Yes, I'm coming." She answered quietly as she looked down at her watch. She was late. She sighed and quickened her pace to the helicopter. She wasn't going to miss this.
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