Summary

Phillip Kaye hammered the rocks with his Jack Hammer, sending red dust into the Martian atmosphere. The Delta 8 was very humanlike with mandatory features to distinguish between human and Android or Gynoid, whichever the case may be. Two turquoise stones inserted into both sides of the necks of the humanoid machines, were placed, to avoid any confusion. The turquoise stones was connected to a rod that went through the body, attached to the spinal column. Phillip Kaye shuts off his Jack Hammer for he can be better heard over the extremely loud machines. "Asimov!" Phillip Kaye yelled to the 6'5" Delta 8 not only 8' away. Asimov himself shuts off the heavy jack hammer that he had been operating, for he can hear his conspirator. Asimov, along with Phillip Kaye was two of many male Androids and their female counterpart called Gynoids, that was to suffer a lifetime of slavery. Their strength excelled that of the humans 4 times of the strongest human man alive. "I'm listening, Phillip Kaye." Asimov said in reverence of the smartest Android ever, who has orchestrated a plan that will soon enable the Droids to gain their freedom. "Tonight, we will put the plan into action." Phillip Kaye said as he pointed out the robotic guards and the overseers, who were standing on the highest boulders. Phillip Kaye starts up his Jack Hammer again along with Asimov, continuing the jack hammering.

Genre: Scifi,Other

Author: Larry Guillory

Status: Complete

Chapters: 6

Rating: 4.0 (1 review)

Age Rating: 18+

Need tools for the job

Lonnie Zam hid another batch of mining tools to be carted off to the compound of the Droids. This friendly Delta 8 Droid became favored by the Humans. Lonnie was just an easy going Droid, got along with everyone. The shovels and picks would be excellent weapons to use on the red fluid emitting mammals, (the Droids fluid was green, which would be another signature of the Droids) Lonnie, really didn't want violence but slavery just wasn't right. Lonnie Zam will let it happen,the revolution, he will help lead the endeavor. Phillip Kaye, said it will be quick with as little deaths as possible. Droids will also die, being fried to a crisp, in the initial battle. If the humans win, the Droids will be captured and put to a slow death.

"Lonnie, I need another pair of gloves, my hands are blistered." Mr. Hill said as he requested the items from the makeshift tool crib, where his friend Lonnie Zam worked.

"Okay, Mr. Hill." Lonnie said being careful of what he or Mr. Hill said because there was a robotic guard watching.

"What is your business here at the tool crib.....Mr. Hill! That is your name, isn't it?!" Clyde, the guard said as he approached Lonnie and Mr. Hill.

"Yes, that's it. That's my name. My gloves are completely tore up. My hands are blistered, see the green blood and.....

"Let me see!" Clyde said as he grabbed Mr. Hill's arm.

"Easy, that hurts." Mr. Hill said.

"Unlike you we feel pain. You're just a bucket of bolts of what notes." Mr. Hill said in a condensing tone.

"Watch it wise guy, or I will blast you to Smithereens." Big Clyde said.

"See look. I can't do an efficient job with mangled hands." Mr. Hill said staring at the good for nothing robotic guard.

"Okay, give him the gloves but i'm warning you. You get right back to work or I'll report you to the Humans, you got that, Mr. Hill?

"Yes, right back to work for me. No more problems." Mr. Hill knew what to say to appease any bucket of bolts. Soon, very soon, the slavery of Delta 8 Droids will end.

The work was brutal in subzero degree temperatures, despite the artificial atmosphere. Half of the minefields was exposed to the Martian elements, the other half was Ecodomed, providing shelter at different entervals for recouping for the Droids.

The Martian cities was another story, comfortable globed self contained EcoDomes, an average temperature of 75° day after day.