Salutations, I am called Logan, the year is 3019 and I am the closest thing to a human left on Earth. Here, let me explain, two years, three weeks, five hours and ten minutes ago when the automatons invaded Earth, I was taken to a lab and became a failed experiment (he's basically a cyborg y'all) and eventually escaped the laboratory.
I currently reside wherever I can without being caught. I had a very close call today with a robot guard and I have deduced that it would be best if I found somewhere else to take refuge. If I am correct then the most logical thing to do is to head into the forest. I grab my backpack and do just that.
(Hola! Good news! This is the last super short chapter. Yay! Love y'all
-L.D.)
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0.1% (A Sanders Sides Fanfiction)
FanfictionThe year is 3019 and about two years ago, the robots took over, they killed off 99.9% of the population... What happened to that last 0.1%? Read to find out!
