The Last Human

The Last Human :- Chapter 10 :- Project Orion

Chapter 10 :- Project Orion

Nightclub.

Flashing lights.

The crowds churned,

A frothing, heaving mass.

Enslaved by the rhythmic energy,

The deep rawness of the percussion,

Overlaid with sensual tones; atmospheric aural melodies.

A musical collaboration of the ancient and modern,

That roused once doleful men into an unrestrained fervour,

And blazed the desire's of shy women; unquenchable and relentless.

Rapturous,

The applause,

For Gaoshu Wang.

Having brought to climax,

His awestruck fans, they shouted,

For an encore. A burgeoning chorus,

Rang out from them, still unappeased; unsatiated.

But tonight, there would not be an encore.

Through the crowd came on the massive, hulking mechanoids.

A wave of hesitation crashed over the people. Gaoshu Wang paused.

Unsure.

And yet,

He was calm.

For it was time.

He knew why the mechanoids,

Had been summoned to the nightclub.

Dian Zheng had decreed he was needed.

The call to arms had been handed down.

It was obvious to all that Gaoshun was required,

For the purpose of waging devastating war upon the Idealists.

Spit,

He did,

At the Mechanoids.

Six towering robotic guardsmen.

And they responded by dropping,

To their knee in humbled aquiesence.

For they now had the great general's,

Esteemed and highly valued DNA upon their carapace.

It was for them a great honour. Thus effaced,

The Mechanoids hailed him with a raised, open, steel palm.

Gaoshun,

He dithered,

Then ushered them,

With sleight of hand,

To follow him off stage,

Away from the beying, wonderstruck crowd.

Whose hushed whispers screamed loud at him.

Louder than the trembling amplifiers which moments before,

Had stirred the audience into a riotous, tumultuous frenzy.

Thus in private the Mechanoids assailed the brooding, indomitable Gaoshun.

One,

It spoke.