The Boy and The Book; Chapter 1; Robot Revenge.

The man walked his way to the front desk. He was too late. Man walked, and he died too. “The guy has rabies. He must die or so help us we will all become has victim of teutolor. The black book walked home to the other place called home. The racket sounds made the upstairs man angry. Auto synthetic machines that have self-designing interior motives programmed deep inside the telic operators. He says, and I quote ”Machines are all the stupid rage these days. EVERYONE MUST WANT ONE! I am sick to my stomach just watching them and their little hands get hold of our patriarchal Christian Utopia we call "America" (Or “Murica” to the less educated). Man got his goy lamp and walked into the Misty night. “For if I die, you promise to protect my book. Is that true?" to which the boy replied ”My heart desires but the fate that all will be okay. I am listening to you, fellow teacher." “Good” man said, and soon before long he was ripped to pieces by the bloodless machines. The boy ran into the forest and hid himself behind the tall brushes of the grass. The red eyes peered into the darkness like the pits of hell, but soon they were off. The boy got up and brushed the leaves off his vest. “If I die, father, I hope to see you and we will make ourselves a new home in heaven.” “What did you say, boy?” Asked a man from behind. The boy was terrified by his large, blue eyes peering into his soul. “Uh... who are you?” This boy asked. “I am George Fickleskin. My name may seem funny, but I am a Fickleskin. I am here to protect you. I am but a good holy man who is both a believer and follower of Jesus. I am also a spiritual dowist." This man was a liar, and a good one at that. ”Why, of all people, would a man like you want to protect me?" “Do not judge, for the Lord does not judge. Not every man who has a large beard is evil. Expect good things from your fellow man." The boy felt intimidated. He seemed honest on the outside, but on the inside- ”Well, where we off to, my fellow?" “My grandfather said we need to head North towards the Carolla. Just over town square.” “Good.” The man muttered. “Your grandfather is wise and intelligent.” “He was, but he is dead.” They both heard a large, clanking sound. They were like footsteps that came closer and closer with each step. They heard the sound of whirring and clanking and shrieking. Whatever it was, it was close. “Boy, it must be ten meters away. You must tread quickly but silently, that you may not be killed. Go! Go!"

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