Crystalized Gears (A R&M OC story)

PROLOGUE

     Over through the distance there was a town. The air was polluted with gun smoke and ash. Fire and destruction lurked within the buildings. Blood and bodies rested upon the street while quarrels lingered.
     Venturing into the garage, Rick had prepared his plan for saftey. Rick had boarded the house up but the saftey of his family wasn't assured. Jerry had crumbled under pressure and tried to kill his own wife, Beth.
    And your probably wondering, what caused this mass homicide event? The idea of rebellions and boycotts taken to the extreme. Stubborn behavior was the only character trait anybody knew.
    Morty layed in the corner of the garage under Rick's work bench. A worn out and ratty blanket covered his shocked body.
    Summer was already dead from a previous gun shooting that blasted out the glass.
     Beth had been awful quite. This event in history had been going on for weeks and each day less people were around but more violence surpassed peoples common sense.
     Rick reloaded his weapons. The thrill of destroying irrelevant was a hoot for him. Rick was a socially awkward adult man, he only have a small gang he was apart of who he convinced that they cared for him.
    Rick was in this fight for the revenge of being left out.
   
                             *  *  *
   3 more days passed. It was over. Not a single shout or shot was heard. Rick got up from his position and opened the barricaded garage door causing the debris to fall and clatter to the concrete. Rick flinched and swerved around to check for snipers or jump scares.
       Rick held his gun and retrieved to his domain. All of his families souls were gone. The outcome had found its way to Rick's mind. The survivors had probably killed themselves to stop their physical or metal pain.
      Rick felt nothing at first but as weeks went on it started to double edge his neck. He started to feel as if he was no longer socially awkward, but alone.
                         *  *  *
   That friday afternoon, Rick had a great idea. Rick could make his own society to be how he wanted it. No judgement or harresment! Robots were the awnser to Rick's problems.
     Rick began to build the town's people again. After a few days of nonstop working he finally rebuilt his family. Rick could finally talk to people without feeling wierd or out of place, he was a genius.
    Morty had sat up on Rick's desk and looked around. He had no collection of who or what he was. Morty wasn't an ordinary robot. He wasnt metallic or plastic but rather flesh with  artificial intelligence. Rick had entered the garage from the side door with a black and disgraceful smelling rag in his hands, oil. Rick was smiling as he waved shyly at Morty.
    Morty stared with a blank and dead look but managed to retrieve a response,"Hello."
   Rick almost fan boyed over his creation but kept himself together.
    "Who are you?" Morty got off the table and fell onto his stomache. Rick went over quickly and helped him up. "I am your grandfather, my name is Rick." Rick brushed off Morty's shirt and kneeled in front of him to an eye to eye level.
    Morty moved his hands infront his his eyes. He lowered them and looked at his co-creator. "Who am I?"
Rick sighed happily."I'm proud to say that your name is Morty."
    Morty felt nothing inside him was partially nothing.

                             *  *  *
    Rick had shown the ropes to every robot in town. He told them they're occupation and how they should treat eachother hand in hand.
       At dinner, Rick had to eat by himself but he told numerous stories to the Robotic family as they sat in silence.
                             *  *  *
Rick had woken Morty up from charging. Rick had his keys in his hand. The two of them headed to the garage. "Morty, I want to take you somewhere. I want to show you that there is more than earth."

(To be continued....)