Mechanical Rain
This has roots off a DWM comic, Junkyard Demon.
It had been a while since anyone had visited the barren planet. It was slowly spiralling away from an undetermined location roughly a million miles away after detaching from its sun's gravity pull. There wasn't a predetermined stop location - it would just travel slowly away until it crashed, burned or got sucked into a black hole.
It had a lone inhabitant who had crashed upon the planet some ten years ago - however, he managed to scavenge food from rodents and beetles whom happened to scuttle by and be extremely unfortunate. He was wearing the same tattered clothes he had worn the very day he collided with the planet, and thus had a terrible odour. He sported short grey hair and stubble - he managed to shave and trim via the help of some jagged shards of metal. In fact, pretty much everything he had was made of some form of metal - the planet had an odd steel surface (shrouded and hidden by a layer of sand) and general scraps of metal poking out of the ground. Of course, it was nothing he could see his face in.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to random space debris falling into the atmosphere (the planet had a strange atmosphere not unlike Earth's, but it wasn't particularly tall) and hitting the ground near him, which was fairly annoying at first, but he soon grew to like it and it became relaxing to him. This debris obviously came in any form - satellites, parts of spaceships, odd instruments and more; but for a month or so approximately a year earlier, odd things rained from the heavens. Not quite robot, not quite man - something in between. Parts included fabrics from the body, wires, pieces of metal in "L" shapes, robot-like heads (though usually only in sections), but most disturbingly, organic components. Hearts, brains, burnt lungs, flesh... You name it.
For that month, he made a hobby of collecting parts from these monstrosities; he constructed something of a collection in a nearby cave, giving a somewhat futuristic look to it.
Then he decided to build one. It had been half a year since the mechanical monstrosities plummeted from the skies, and he had a cave full of them and nothing better to do, so why not?
Skipping forward half a year to where our tale takes place, the man had developed quite an obsession. At least fifty prototypes were lined up in the caves, but there was no luck. It seemed they could only be constructed in a certain way - like there was a life support system. Blueprints were scrawled over the cave walls with metaol, but no such luck. He still had at least a hundred more components to make use of, so he persevered.
Until something happened. After inserting an electric current through it via some debris he had found, the thing's arm twitched. And again. A meandering groan poured out of its cloth-shrouded face. It oscillated, like a vibrato setting on a keyboard. Then it sat up. It looked at the man in a cold, hard stare with its mouth gaping open. Abruptly, it let out the meandering groan, but words were vaguely distinguishable, but in a subtle and sing-song way. The man could seldom make a sentence out of words but he could hear "cyber", "destroy", "less", "and", and he thought he could hear the word "survive" in there. It projected its words as if it was something that required batteries and was rapidly runninv out of them - its voice sped up and slowed down and raised pitch and lowered pitch repeatedly.
Then it stopped, still looking at the man. After ten seconds, a faint click was heard coming from the creature followed by a whirr, a robotic cry, standing up and raising its arm. Then it lowered it onto the man rapidly. Then everything went black. As his life faded out, all he could hear was "You belong to us. We will sur--".
It had a lone inhabitant who had crashed upon the planet some ten years ago - however, he managed to scavenge food from rodents and beetles whom happened to scuttle by and be extremely unfortunate. He was wearing the same tattered clothes he had worn the very day he collided with the planet, and thus had a terrible odour. He sported short grey hair and stubble - he managed to shave and trim via the help of some jagged shards of metal. In fact, pretty much everything he had was made of some form of metal - the planet had an odd steel surface (shrouded and hidden by a layer of sand) and general scraps of metal poking out of the ground. Of course, it was nothing he could see his face in.
Over the years, he had become accustomed to random space debris falling into the atmosphere (the planet had a strange atmosphere not unlike Earth's, but it wasn't particularly tall) and hitting the ground near him, which was fairly annoying at first, but he soon grew to like it and it became relaxing to him. This debris obviously came in any form - satellites, parts of spaceships, odd instruments and more; but for a month or so approximately a year earlier, odd things rained from the heavens. Not quite robot, not quite man - something in between. Parts included fabrics from the body, wires, pieces of metal in "L" shapes, robot-like heads (though usually only in sections), but most disturbingly, organic components. Hearts, brains, burnt lungs, flesh... You name it.
For that month, he made a hobby of collecting parts from these monstrosities; he constructed something of a collection in a nearby cave, giving a somewhat futuristic look to it.
Then he decided to build one. It had been half a year since the mechanical monstrosities plummeted from the skies, and he had a cave full of them and nothing better to do, so why not?
Skipping forward half a year to where our tale takes place, the man had developed quite an obsession. At least fifty prototypes were lined up in the caves, but there was no luck. It seemed they could only be constructed in a certain way - like there was a life support system. Blueprints were scrawled over the cave walls with metaol, but no such luck. He still had at least a hundred more components to make use of, so he persevered.
Until something happened. After inserting an electric current through it via some debris he had found, the thing's arm twitched. And again. A meandering groan poured out of its cloth-shrouded face. It oscillated, like a vibrato setting on a keyboard. Then it sat up. It looked at the man in a cold, hard stare with its mouth gaping open. Abruptly, it let out the meandering groan, but words were vaguely distinguishable, but in a subtle and sing-song way. The man could seldom make a sentence out of words but he could hear "cyber", "destroy", "less", "and", and he thought he could hear the word "survive" in there. It projected its words as if it was something that required batteries and was rapidly runninv out of them - its voice sped up and slowed down and raised pitch and lowered pitch repeatedly.
Then it stopped, still looking at the man. After ten seconds, a faint click was heard coming from the creature followed by a whirr, a robotic cry, standing up and raising its arm. Then it lowered it onto the man rapidly. Then everything went black. As his life faded out, all he could hear was "You belong to us. We will sur--".