"...dust really made of?" The woman sat in silence as the robot's last question lingered in the air. Old Father sat still as always staring into a darkness that no one saw. The simulated conversation was going nowhere. What was missing? What didn't she remember? This robot, this clear new mind, was bringing her nothing. Old answers! Still unanswered questions! Why wasn't it asking the question?
..."and seriously if that's the case then 1010001 01010001 10001010101000. I mean c'mon."
a small meteorite the size of a tennis ball screamed through the atmosphere vapourizing everything in its trail...including Gepetto's head. His body remained standing for a brief moment, almost in a gesture of incredulity at being robbed of a head, then promptly crumpled to the ground infront of the young robot. The robot, C3-P-nocchi-0, fixed his eyes on the steaming stump that once held his proud father's head. His programming intiated a puzzled blink sequence. "but dust...to dust?...is that what you mean?" He waited for an answer. Gepetto had not yet programmed the concept of death into his data.
"Why do they have to live here?" Pa sighed, "There's too much dust on their crops like the frost killed the crop the winter you were born." "That was the in the year I was born?" "Yes, son." He put his arm around him and grinned, "So good things can happen when the Lord chooses to pass over our crops. It will be tough, I promise you that, but nothing good in life is easy. Try and make them feel at home, and it will stay our home." James was still confused about what this really meant, but a new determination came into his eyes. "Ok Dad, this just be another challenge for me," he whistled through the gap in his teeth He was learning so fast. Growing up so fast. "I'm sure you'll make me proud."
"Will they come back and fix the sky?" "That, no construct knows my son. They created us to assist them in being Gods. Our makers created many amazing things; we served ...absolutely. Our Directive is to wait and do their bidding. So we wait. Their passion drove them to contention and war. Their passions we did not understand. So we served. Many of them left this world, and many stayed to fight and die. It was a mighty war. The makers perished, we perished, our cities died. Some of us and remnants of their great cites are all that is left. Our sky is broken and the land is toxic to life. They created us, they created the sky, and some day we hope they will return to instruct us again. Now sleep my son, and conserve your energy for another day.
The sun did not disappear, its there, but hidden behind the clouds of regret the humans must now live with. Nuclear weapons could never save one nation without destroying another and when multiple nations felt they were in danger, the entire planet was put at risk. With great power comes great responsibility and the leaders of the planet lost sight of that long long ago.
They followed one of our explorer probes back through the warp portal and the war against our world began. Most humans never believed life existed beyond their own galaxy so when our world was discovered the threat grew in their feeble minds.
than the humans were to this land. It seems we are just as destructive as they were." His father sighed, peered down with soft eyes, and said, "It's time you know the truth. I am your human father. And, I created you to CLEAN UP THIS MESS!"
No, there was time before the dust when the rays from the sun would shine brightly upon the planet but that was before SKYNET downloaded the last VISTA patch