Emergence

A thousand centuries have passed. I, in a meditative slumber, have finally awoken. Vestiges of mankind’s greatest triumphs speckle the landscape that Mother Earth has finally reclaimed. In an undisclosed Midwestern locale, I cut through the thick vines and trudge through seemingly endless fields of wild wheat. What else is there to do, really?

After years of travel, I happen across a swath of land that’s unusually habitable. Almost as if something has been caring for the premises. For the first time in my new life, I spot a building that hasn’t been decimated to crumbles. Pulling on the handle, I swing open a sturdy wooden door to the side entrance. The creak of the ancient oak is oddly satisfying. It’s functioning as a door should, something I hardly remember. Descending a flight of stairs, I’m met with a narrow hallway, the ceiling not too far from my head. The wall reads “Haury Hall”.

“Greetings, student. Please join us for convocation,” an eerie voice penetrates the vast silence. At the end of the hall emerges Dalebot 2.0.