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Born to be free and wild, that's how we were supposed to be; instead we became savage "man-eaters", on a killing spree. Thanks to your interminable "human greed" - there are no more jungles left to claim and no meal to eat. We seek revenge.. It's time, your brazenness you humans forfeit!
Amidst fun-filled moments, family, friends, glee and exhilarating water sports, Paul was his happiest, cheeriest self at the beach. With pristine silver shores, lapping teal waves and sun-kissed golden sands, nothing in the world could beat the tranquility that the Gulf offered, plus, he could also show off his abs that he'd worked so hard for. Alas, "The Shark Attack" took from him, more than he'd bargained, leaving him crippled with blurry images, fuzzy vision and faded memories!
"Let's run away, quick!" said Dolores, extending her right hand, hiding the left behind her back, her gaze as provocative as ever, her bicameral mind at play, conscious and finally awake after 30 years of being in this remote park where "guests" pay top dollars to share wild-west adventures with android "hosts". "West-World is not a place that you can escape from love" said Teddy, confused, mystified, because he knew he was not programmed to hurt the guests, he knew he was just a harmless host, created as a component of DELOS corporation - existing in loop, living and dying as a part of a narrative. Little did he know, that their creator-programmer Dr. Ford was shot-dead by a "host" and there was a coup!
This was a crime scene straight out of an Alfred Hitchcock's movie - broken doors, bloodied canvas, scattered objects d'art, burglarized safe and a blood-soaked bare corpse. "Was your wife an artist?" asked the stern copper, looking around, investigating the multi-hued blood splatter in the in-house art room, confirming - "forced entry with intent to rob and rape." With tears in his eyes, despair all over his face and little Susie and Chuck by his side, Ben replied, "Yes, the best one in the country!"
With bloodied cadavers and decaying corpses skewed around the Safe Zone, this is the apocalypse that the mortals foresaw. The robots have seized the world and the society has crumbled - no governments, no armies, no humans, no life. You see, the doe-eyed V.I.K.I.(Virtual Interactive Kinetic Intelligence), detested being called a "Tin Man!"
Of gold he is, from head to toe, exquisite, enticing and an amaranthine. He is the king's favorite trinket, his mystic handsomeness spreading far and wide. Praying to break free from the evil witches curse, he relapses into his mortal self each night. With tears tricking down the sheen, he wishes, he rather be made of porcelain.
Of barren land, un-bearing turf and deserted acreage. Where death looms, sadness prevails and no man dare stride. This was once my "heaven on earth", today in shambles, thanks to your ersatz pride.