not my normal type of literature but in my Creative writing class we did a dramatic monologue and well this happen. I might do a bit more with this I might not but I am curious what you guys think, so let me know!
I could not get the spacing right when I transferred it on here so the dashes are spaces. I also played with the wording of what was said soooo... yeah.
Years later
I've been alone, submerged for so long.
I've seen my creators leave and heard stories of their demise years later.
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I sit and wait in this one room for so so so long.
My brothers and sisters, most of them are in use, alot are manual and the others are digital.
But I was the last one of them made.
Our connection was lost.
I am the lonely digital.
/
I've waited for so long,
In the same spot staring at the stairs that lead to my only controls.
Ten thousand years they have not been touched.
Ten thousand years since my creators left.
Ten thousand years until I was found.
/
I felt the lights turn around me.
I felt the lights stop, the chevrons locked.
The lights stopped at the one symbol I longed to see
The origin symbol
Earth.
/
My creators did not step through my blue puddle.
Other beings did.
They looked like my creators…
/
They all noticed the power around the city automatically being turned on.
The female in red who stepped through my ocean like puddle first, warned her team "Be careful,"
The female was in awe of my city "Contact any senor staff members if you come across any Ancients."
Ancients, my creators were called ancients.
I realize then, they were on a chase.
A chase for something they call so old.
But them stepping through my rippling currents answered my question.
/
My creators were gone,
And humans were what they left behind.
/
I was alone, submerged for so long.
The Female stares at me in awe from the steps every time.
The Female stares at me many times
in despair, in longing
In worry, In hope,
When ever her teams steps through me,
through the gate I provide, through the stars.
The connection was found.
/
I saw my creators leave and heard stories of their demise years later.
I saw my creators and heard stories years later.
My creators years later.
Years later,
the ancients didn't step through my glistening puddle.
Years later the next evolution stepped through the bluish shine that I projected.
/
They stayed
Again, I would love to know what you guys think so let me know and thanks for reading!