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humanoid.
    “Shinything?! Well, thank you kindly for noticing; polish is dreadfully hard to find in post-post-apocalyptic times, and is very rare I’ll have you know!” Pausing briefly to regain some composure “Your name is… Rain I take it?”
    ‘“Rain is Rain!”
    ‘“Yes well, either I’m right or you’re the worst weather channel replacement they ever built.” Feeling his pride slowly setting back into place as he put others in theirs, he continued. “You see Miss Rain, we got a little lost and then I got a little violent, and then we got a little more lost and… and then this little guy somehow got us here. When you’ve stopped shaking his unconscious pre-corpse, I’d think we’d both appreciate it if you could tell us how to get out of here? Or maybe even just where exactly here is?”
    Pointing to his conveniently lit up chest display, “You see, I’m getting a reading that we’re somewhere near Utah. Usually with Ding maps this means I’d be lost somewhere in Asia, yet I don’t recall crossing any oceans before we 'docked' so effortlessly through several layers of metal and rock arguably less dense than the navigation system.”
    Rain only glimpsed at his worn but suspectly clean display for a moment. “Rain hasn’t really been outside before, but is pretty sure that’s here!”
    Choking briefly at her enthusiasm, Modbot gave his most gleeful reply. “Oh Christ, do you have any idea what Utah is like now?! It’s—well, the same as it always was; desert, and not the good kind!” He was hiding his fear of deserts rather well for someone who just yelled in terror about it, when he took a sip of lubricative oil and wiped some purely dramatic sweat off his forehead.

Human – Being
     
    Fumbling hands and frustrated whispers, a secret most would fear.
    But instead, a gift.
    Small and fragile, not unlike herself, a stuffed rabbit was to be my boon.
    I held them both close, she didn’t understand, and somewhere inside, I hoped she never would.

Chapter Five - Period
     
    As far as mountainous end-of-days-we’re-all-going-to-die structures went, Colony A59 ranked rather well during its peak, if only because all of the municipal rating sheets had long since been used as a toiletry solution by the more desperate residents. Self-approval ratings had at all times been at an all time high, with not even one council member declaring themselves fit for molecular disassembly. Indeed, Colony A59 was almost as highly ranked as its namesake, coming in just behind 'David’s Washing Machine' when it came to places to survive in a world whose atmosphere had thinned so drastically that oxygen was a commodity.
    Few saw it coming, fewer still listened. Mother nature no longer intended to nurture a doomed race, and with them everything withered until you couldn’t find a blade of grass or a speck of algae. The only things remaining of once-proud humanity were their shelters and their artificial slaves, most unable to comprehend the freedom they inherited afterwards. Yet, in time settlements grew, teachings emerged, and the creatures created to serve under mankind had all but replaced them.
    Modbot and Rain were just two examples. Modbot, built to serve any need, and Rain, a prototype made to ease the broken hearts of those who lost their real children to the hardships of a dying world.
    However, much like real children, Rain lacked the delicate restraint necessary to not throw Usu up and down into the ceiling as she merrily walked along familiar corridors, now coated in the ash of bones.
    “Why is a big strong shinything like you afraid of deserts anyway?” muttered Rain as she collected Usu’s corpse from the thirtieth ceiling fist-pump in one half-hour.
    “Listen girl, firstly it’s Modbot. The shine takes effort, I thank you again for noticing, but my eyes are up here!” Clearing his imaginary throat before continuing onward, “As for deserts, they’re dreadful things! Hot enough in the day to boil