Moonlight shone down into an open missile silo. The steel walkways and ladders inside surrounded an unfinished nuclear missile, the top half of which was missing and showed the inner workings of the device. The bodies of long dead machines and human soldiers littered the area around it, signifying that a battle had once taken place here. Now, however, the silo was as silent as a grave.
"OW! DAMMIT!"
Or at least it was, until a loud clatter echoed through the complex along with the sound of someone swearing.
The source of the noise was a man who had just dropped a large, square metal sheet onto his foot on accident. He looked to be somewhere in his early twenties, and was wearing a light brown leather jacket over a black shirt along with a pair of blue jeans that matched the color of his eyes. His hair was short, ruffled, and a dirty blonde. Intense pain was welling up in his face, which had grown an unkempt but short beard.
This man's name was Noah, and he was human.
Noah clutched his foot as sat down, joining the metal sheet he'd dropped on the cold steel floor. He breathed in, putting pressure on his foot, then exhaled in relief as he determined that nothing was broken. That would have been really bad. Breaking anything can spell doom for anyone living in this world.
After taking a few seconds to cope with the pain, Noah stood back up and walked over to the metal sheet. He bent over, picked it up, and continued his previous course towards the center of the silo. At the base of the missile, there was a large rectangular platform that held a toolbox. When he reached it, Noah placed the sheet onto the lift, then went to a control panel at the edge of it. The lift hummed to life as he pressed a few buttons. A blue glow flickered into existence at the bottom of the platform, and it started to rise to the top of the missile.
The ride up was slow and smooth. Noah silently wished it would go faster, but rushing it might cause the lift's battery to drain faster, and power was in short supply. Once at the top, the platform stopped, then started moving to the side until it came to a spot where the shell of the missile had yet to be constructed.
Noah picked up the sheet again, and placed it onto the frame of the missile. He smiled widely as the sheet fit in perfectly, then bent down and rummaged through his toolbox. Not a moment later he held a blow-torch and had placed a welding mask on his face.
A small flame appeared at the end of the torch, and Noah went to work welding the sheet of metal into place. Many minutes passed as Noah made sure to attach it perfectly. He then turned the torch off, removed the mask from his face, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Well… I guess that's that," Noah said, looking upwards. The moon was full tonight, and was drifting across the night sky without a care in the universe. That was the last stronghold against the machines, the last safe place, and the last place he'd find another being like himself.
Noah would transform this missile into a rocket, blast himself to the moon, and tell Earth to kiss his ass. This was what his parents had dreamt of their entire lives, and now, Noah was going to see that dream through.
"Just hold on a little longer everyone. I'm coming home."