I and several other people in the room screamed when we all saw those things marching in with these space aged guns at Leyden Avalon.
I did my best to find cover and I started crying out. This diploma was an achievement, but after holding for a few seconds at that time, I knew it wasn’t going to save me from those armed clones around. Before I knew it, some of them came from behind the stage.
There was no way I was going to be taken.
I did my best fighting back and I punched one in the face, but I found my fist aching. I know punching someone can hurt, but I totally felt metal.
Was I really up against a robot?
Oh no…
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