A Short Sci-Fi

Another one had been found. This time it was a remnant of the twenty second century. Relics like this military robot were extremely rare. Centuries old, it was indeed a mechanic fossil.

“A long time ago, nearly 600 years, world war three had been tearing the Earth apart until my great ancestor had launched a special robot into the sky which acted as an EMP of unprecedented measure. With most of the population wiped out by robots, it had become a race between nations on who could mass produce bombs and robots to annihilate the other. When Draktheen, my great ancestor had seen what was happening to Earth, she had created the Volleybot EMP Series 42, which was designed to wipe out all machines on the surface, along with the any humans that had neural implants, including her own which had kept her alive for 3 years. History had happened accordingly to what Albert Einstein had predicted with one of his famous quotes, “I know not with what weapons world war three will be fought, but world war four will be fought with sticks and stones.” It had taken the Earth hundreds of years to heal and even then, there were still permanent scars left in the planet. A mere 3 million humans had survived the war and even though they attempted to mass produce, after 600 years, there were still only 30 million humans globally. After the war, all traces of twenty-second century medical related advances had been wiped out. Only the knowledge retained by the collective, remaining human race was what had been left of the once great medical era of the twenty-second century. Despite their attempts to repopulate the Earth, disease and sickness would come and would not be cured. Babies would die early because of the limited medical support and the average human life expectancy had been brought down to 45 years; nearly half of what it had been before.  Humans had passed down oral recipes for how to make machines which ranged from ‘computers’ to ‘steam engines’.They could not make these of course, and neither can we as the materials necessary are too difficult to obtain. These instructions were finally written down in year 2400 to keep them as close to the original thing as was possible in hopes that one day, we may be able to build these machines again to make the new humans’ lives easier. I, Drakul, had become a seeker, looking for anything that remained from the past in hopes to kickstart humanity and find an essential upgrade that would help boost the collective human population out of what we named the Caveman Era. We were still dwelling in caves, unable to go outside anytime before what we presumed to be around four o’ clock due to the immense heat. The EMP had detrimental effects on the planet which had resulted in speeding up global warming. Luckily for us the Earth had begun to cool 200 years ago and remember that we are lucky that we can even go out after four. I have told you about me and some history about the planet. That, my students is what you call killing two birds with one stone. I must go search for some more relics because, as you may know, I found a military robot in the 3rd quadrant of the northeast caves so I must go and look for more.” I ended with a clap.  “What does that mean?” one of my female students asked. “That means” I sighed. “That you may leave early today. Class dismissed.” And that had concluded  the end of the first day of my part-time job as a history-exclusive teacher.