webnovel

WORLD —evolution or death—

Civilization becomes more and more specialized as time goes by, but the risk is to be sharp as a pencil, each time the tip is sharper, but fragile, very, very fragile. Its fall, terrible, leaves a society where survival is the only way to live, at the expense of whatever and whomever. Love has no place where your food could be your victim, it is also hungry, in this world the only thing left is to adapt: Evolve or die

Daoist269830 · SF
レビュー数が足りません
51 Chs

EXPANSION

I just follow orders.

Phrase from anyone with a little authority

 

 

I look at the piece of paper again... if it says it clearly here, I have to go to a hospital... For what? I don't know, there's a sensor in the package, it's supposed to turn on when you're in front of whatever the suppliers need. The problem is that it's outside my trade route, I'll get in trouble with my bastard rivals, the routes were designed by the suppliers but I always end up breaking them, the settlements don't always recover interesting material and it's hard to please my bosses so that increase the number of waterskins that my business needs. I have eight guards in this warehouse, they are not very intelligent but they have prevented anyone from entering my warehouse, they can drink whatever they want in the waterskins, I think it was a city cistern, now they rest with the body floating, moving like fish, of course, fish with probes so that the waste further contaminates these waters.

 

So I "fish" some of the fattest ones and put them on the equipped flying platform that they gave me for my good performance. The nearest village to my target is only thirty kilometers away, but with this sun I don't dare to use my car. for fear of overheating; No thanks, it's taking so long to get it repaired, so I arm five guards and use beasts of burden for the strongest ones. The load complains but it always does, whenever it leaves the water it starts moaning, it doesn't stop until the day it dies; Personally, it is synonymous with being healthy, a waterskin that is not mourned is a product that will not last... yes sir, those moans are music to my ears.

 

The village is a little better than most in my area... at least they have more than one building standing, but they all follow the same tune, naked and carrying a gun in their hand, they all must be around fourteen years old, if the program of renewal of people is the correct one; To save appearances, a kilometer away I put on my black habit, I thought I would die from the heat but it has a battery for air conditioning built into my costume. At the entrance to the town, the leader of the town is waiting for me, he is always there, no matter the town, we always have a leader, they are the oldest in the tribe and they end up doing what we ask for sexual stimulants or a long woman term, they have never convinced me, this one, for example, is quite young; it is likely that he has eliminated his predecessor; He knows what he's doing and he receives me as always and with a gesture he shows me what they have dug up... garbage really, a few pieces of hardcrete and a few pieces of a motherboard, for this my suppliers won't give me a single point, even so I tell him that are worth of a waterskin and I signal to my guardian to take it out.

 

As soon as I look away I feel an impact on my back, I stumble (I'm heavy, I admit it) and fall face up, I see a Colt .45 in his hand, I can't guess where he got it from, it's a weapon from yesteryear, so one of those would give me at least one visit to the parts workshop for my laboratory and maybe I can finish manufacturing my particular filter and stop buying them from my salesman, I laugh at him, of course he has a look of fear, he assumed it would be easy, all bosses come to think so, they soon learn, but he is new, he does not know that our hangings and trinkets are more than that, the salesman symbol that I always wear around my neck is a force field, the kinetics of the bullet It was the one that knocked me down, but from there to suffering damage... hardly. One of my guards runs towards him; I shout an order (I'm not interested in educating another village leader, but a lesson is necessary): No bolocks! My beasts know what to do, the guy's scream echoes in this desert, the people of the village are scared to death, they knew what their leader intended to do and that I can kill them, but I won't.

 

I already cauterized the wounds, the scrotal sac suffered a precise cut and my guards enjoyed their favorite snack, the entire tribe is hypnotized; They know their actions, they did wrong and they should flee, but they do not conceive how to escape the guards or how to hurt the one who showed more power than their best weapon, I tell them that I will forgive everyone if they help me bring things, at that moment I could ask them their children and they would give them to me as long as they stay alive or at least ensuring waterskins for their tribe. When I give them indications of the place where I am going, they tell me that they know it, they indicate that a harmless tribe took refuge there and they cleared out the brush (when they kill offspring and adults) and that we can arrive in two days, I am happy, I tell them that the entire town must help me and thus I will forgive their offenses, even if I find what I need I will give them all the wineskins that I bring. Everyone's eyes opened, I brought at least two months' supply for such a large tribe, they immediately began to gather all their weapons, I'll keep the pistol, but everyone has something to hold; They are a good warrior tribe.

 

The town is left behind and my ascent is ahead, in that place are all the children and the elderly who curse their disabilities and impediments, I plan to find everything and something for myself, I expect resistance, but the minors who are there do not know anything about the war traditions of their parents, they were still very young or very inexperienced, my troop is more than two hundred totally determined people and my five guardians, this job will be too easy.