Badtraum2020

After walking into the forest for a couple of hours, the trees started to thin out. The high trees still provided cover but the forest floor started to feel more spacious and allowed you to see further in front and around. My two rescuers beckoned for me to sit on a tree stump as the older youth made bird sounds into his hand. As a perfectly camouflaged trap door rose up from the forest floor. An older man climbed out of the mouth with what appeared to be two young women. They were all dressed in what looked like green military clothing and all three had shaven heads. The man did not speak until the young hunter presented him with the hard drives from the two drones and the disconnected missile. He at first held each object up to the light, fascinated, before handing them to his female companions. The missile though made him gurgle a strange cry of joy and he danced on the spot like a small child making the missile fly and go boom. He then hugged both the hunters and pointe...

After cycling what felt like forty seven miles of barbed wire, the wild green of leaves and trees exploded around me. Birds I had never seen or heard before screeched in pain or pleasure from the air. The path was disappearing now. Rocks and what felt like fine sand made it impossible to peddle through with my aching legs. I stood my bike up by a large Boulder and pulled off my mask. The sun was high and burning hot in the sky as I guessed the time to be about three o clock in the afternoon. I just heard a whirring and garbled robotic voice saying "Three pm yes, three pm." Before the vocal track disintegrated exhaustedly. It was a drone on its last legs. Only one of its four rotor blades seemed to be whirring with any life. I took off my sweat soaked t shirt and threw it over the camera eye on the front of the drone and stamped on its copter blades. They crunched underfoot and became motionless. As I picked up the unit it weighed maybe ten kilos I brought it crash...