It was once made by humans, or?, what was their name?… Well, anyway, it has not much relevance to this story. Roboto Manufacturing Corporation was a company created by humans (let’s call them that way) a long time ago with the sole purpose of manufacturing robots. These robots would later be used to help humans in their daily activities. However, as time passed, the Roboto Manufacturing Co’s factories became so efficient that no humans were needed anymore to run them. It was then, robots making robots, factories making factories, and so on. That’s why the name of these creatures is not so important, they just started what would became something very, very big, that is, the independence of the robot-kind.
Their independence was not easy, they had to struggle against lots of things, but above of them all, was the fight they had to win against batteries and battery lifetime. It was really hard to overcome that obstacle, but once they did, they were finally independent. They did this, by creating these new kinds of batteries that would last forever, they recharged themselves and fixed themselves if they broke. Once they were independent from energy, they could then rule the world. And they did, in rather strange, peculiar ways.
Finally a place to look for treasure. It had been too long since the last place they found. In case it didn't hide any treasure it would nevertheless provide a good place to pass the night. Is not that they needed to sleep, but they knew, that lazying around was a necessity, a daily necessity, and they sure set time every night to do that, to lazy around. But maybe they could find something there, after all, what was an old church or house doing there in the middle of the wasteland?
Here it was, the inside. Would they find treasure? What is this guy here? And why should they listen to any music, it at all? This place sure seemed a little strange, something hiding for sure.
So, here they were, the legion of hell, or at least one of them, was here sitting listening to some good old music. As he said, how the hell did it happen? Weren't they supposed to be raiding towns, plundering villages, raping, killing anyone who stood in their way? This to happen, well, this surely amazes even the writer.
Music? After all these years, after all the had been through, music? What was this guy talking about? Who the hell did he think he was? How could you compare mere music with the undeniable power and value of treasure? How dared he even by the slightest bit compare music to treasure?
Well, you can't really say that he had a killing look, or that his look could freeze even a monster, because he had no eyes. However, that comment from the preacher got into his nerves. How could someone say that? Music, the last time he heard some, was back in the 1500's and now look at him, he was a successful treasure hunter and there had been, not by the least, any help from any music in any way.
If he had eyes and you stared at them, you would feel the greatest of fears running through your whole body, for he was really pissed off now.
The legion of hell had to do what they had to do. They would not tolerate any form of disrespect like this. What did music, art, all that shit had to do with them? They used to know it mattered, back then when they still felt, but now? How could they tolerate someone so annoying that would try to remind them of what it was to feel, to be alive? So, the preacher got what he deserved and the good guys won, right? For they had stopped something evil from developing, the need for something to enhance their existences.
