Navel Gazings & Bio-Engineered Security Forces VS The Highwaymen-Automatons pt 1

A ten-minute entry. Well, it's been a very cold week, historically cold. Seems dumb to not, but looking back, it will give this entry context. In non-related weather news, I cut the shit out of my foot on a piece of plastic that's the top part of a liquid bait roach trap. Those things are razor sharp! Just staying in out of the snow. Hmm. Ten minutes is a long time when you don't have much to say. Here's some free association.

An elderly man was sitting on his front porch. The dusty wind building up in small hills in his mustache. His head hurt from squinting. He'd been squinting all day, down the road watching for his brother & niece to return from the big city, they're needed supplies in tow. He hopes nothing had happened to them. There were whispers of the virus reaching this far into the continent. And of course the roving gangs of highwaymen-automatons. But they were unlikely to run into too many people on their journey, and automatons were of course incapable of getting the virus. His portly, a decade younger than himself, would've been a comical sight trying to fight off the mechanical marauders, but my niece can handle herself more than capably. She's part of the first wave of bio-engineered security forces, raised from birth to fight the automatons.

to be continued.