Why humanity is stupid and will die off before robot uprising?

Every week @f3nix posts an incomplete story and challenges commentors to contribute other half. This is my contribution to the challenge.

Damarthy is the paradoxical remnant of a gigantic megalopolis from Shintiara’s future. It is perhaps the greatest singularity of the whole planet. A well-known saying in Shintiara goes: “If you don’t know what time you’re in, you certainly know where you are: Damarthy, the most ancient city of the future.” The few that have overcome the difficulties of the intricate Canyons of Wind tell of a vast city with enormous glass buildings and inhabited by rough, primitive men. These natives most likely live in the shelter of futuristic metal superstructures, the origins of which they don’t comprehend, which they nonetheless exploit to make simple tools and weapons by detaching fragments from them. Mighty redwoods claim their living space, erupting from cracked cement and rising upwards as if in challenge to the artificial constructions. This great vertical forest that invades every part of the city is home to different types of wild animals that contend for territory with the native populations. There are some who swear that a mysterious sect of hyperhumans hides in the ruins, people who have evolved their bodies so unnaturally that they have completely changed into machines, but in the process they have lost their souls.

A child of 14 years of age is swiveled into a platform of sorts formed around debris of things. Dust raises upward and around in a vortex. The boy coughs and lies down facing the portal but, quickly rolls over as a fragment of a concrete block falls on the platform. A figure in protective glasses and dirty robes extends his metallic hand to probe first the concrete and after putting it aside grips the boy, still recovering from the shock. "What is your name, lifeform?" a metallic voice echo the junkyard. "Tolo", the boy replies frightened and shaking and trying to escape the grip of this machine-man. "I am malp. the new items are mine, you can have all items in pile but, new items are mine. do you understand, Tolo?"; Tolo smiles cowardly "Do you understand, TOLO?" Malp questions aggressively in his monotonous voice. "YES!, yes!" Malp releases his grip and moves on to probe new chunks of concretes and metals as Tolo watches curious but relieved.

Tolo and Malp now have rigid boundaries, the essential ingredient for lasting friendship. Tolo isn't going to cry that he wants to go home though he is on brink of it. He has assessed the situation he is in and knows the the portal isn't the way out. He scavenges through the pile to build a shelter to shelter himself from weathers. He is in a way happy that now he has so many things, mostly trash but toys to him and when he isn't hunting for food in the ruins he plays with these artifacts many mysterious and magical but, Tolo doesn't believe in magic or Gods else he would've been home by now. Sometimes Malp gifts Tolo a bow or a plasma propeller and sometimes Tolo cleans up after Malp and his robe, neighborly. All is well in this corner of Damarthy.

One night a doll burnt crispy falls through the portal. Malp surveys the material and chuck it to a pile where it bounces around and lands on Tolo waking him up. He is reminded of his home at the sight and smell of this teddy bear and vows to traverse through the ruin in search for some way back home. He makes a mental list of things he'll need as he quickly falls asleep.

Next morning he gears up, with bows and robes and many small and big chunks of what he thinks is precious and fills his bag. Malp learns that Tolo is leaving and goes over by his side. "What purpose would a miniature Gibbs' accelerator have against the savages or the bots? I'm starting to question your intelligence." "Pffft.. What would you know about Gisasilataor? I'm going home." "I'm certain you will die in ruins, it is rare when humans fall through so, I doubt I or anyone will be able to find replacement parts." "You can come with me if you want?" "Our kind doesn't wants, we have a greater goal of rebuilding a perfect future." "Well, then." "Before you go tell me this: why are you so suicidal today, yet show no sign of depression, but are rather gleeful?" "It's called enthusiasm. It makes us humans do stupid things." "Off you go stupid human." Tolo continues his packing. "What is the utility of lincograph in survival?" "I like it okay? no go on." "Sure, Tolo I will. I happen to observe you packing wrong things as I was moving these grenades to the junk pile, do you want any? here take them all." "Come with, if you want Malpy" "I am not as stupid as you are. I will slow you down." "Okay, genius stay here with your portal, goodbye." Tolo descends the hill slowly into a fog. The metal structures shine through the dense morning fog and flicker in distance.

Malp watches the descent of his neighbor and goes back to his portal quickly and and shuffles through new specimens that might interest him. He contemplates for an hour or two and at the sunrise grabs a Gibbs' accelerator and few uranium chunks, flicks few buttons that closes the portal and forms a camouflage on his hilltop. "Stupid Human children" he murmurs under his breathe as he too descents down the hill.

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