The Seventh Bowl: Prolouge

The sky above is black with rain, and dirty from the soul's of the living. The sinful rain pours down on the dead world. The land is barren and sprinkled with dead bodies. The crows have become too fat to fly.
The stench of dead flesh and burnt everything fills the stagnant air.
A single small robot crawls his legless body through the lanes of a long forgotten freeway overpass. He is the last survivor of the great war, the sole survivor of Armageddon.
"Internal System's Error." The robot repeats to a faceless God. "Internal System's Error." His way of begging for atonement before the end.
He sees a man standing in the distance, he crawls towards the man, pulling with all of his might.
"Battery life: 1.8% remaining." The small robot moans in agony. The sound of thunder in the distance, the cries from the gluttonous crows, and the scraping of metal against the rough freeway road is all that can be heard over the sound of the rain. The rain, probably God's way of washing his parking space, had been pouring for years, non-stop.
"Irreparable Damage to sections E, F, and H." The robot falls to the ground face first when his left arm stops working. He lifts his small head up and sees the man walking towards him, he tries lifting his body with the remaining arm, but to no avail. He falls on his face again.
He looks up and sees the man, he sees that the man is holding seven stars in his right hand. His visual receptors start to short circuit.
"Battery life: 0.8% remaining." When his eyes turn back on the man is standing above him, the man put his right hand on the robot's head and said to him.
"Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last....."
"Battery life: 0.0% remaining....shutting down."


-Sir Jestro