The Ultimate Experiment

experiment-ultimate-storyNo living soul breathed upon the
earth. Only robots, carrying on the
last great order.

They  were all gone now, ultimate-experiment-storyMasters, all dead and their atoms scattered to ultimate-experiment-storynever ceasing winds that swept the great crysolite city towers in ever increasing fury. That had been the last wish of each as he had passed away, dying from sheer old age. True they had fought on as long as they could to save their kind from utter extinction but ultimate-experiment-storycomet that had trailed its poisoning wake across space to leave behind it, upon Earth, a noxious, lethal gas vapor, had done its work too well."
No living soul breathed upon ultimate-experiment-storyEarth. No one lived here now, but Kiron and his kind.
"And," so thought Kiron to himself, "he might as well be a great unthinking robot able to do only one thing instead of the mental giant he was, so obsessed had he become with ultimate-experiment-storytask he had set himself to do."
Yet, in spite of a great loneliness and a strong fear of a final frustration, he worked on with the others of his people, hardly stopping for anything except ultimate-experiment-storyvery necessities needed to keep his big body working in perfect coordination.
Tirelessly he worked, for The Masters had bred, if that is ultimate-experiment-storyword to use, fatigue and the need for restoration out of his race long decades ago.
Sometimes, though, he would stop his work when the great red dying sun began to fade into the west and his round eyes would grow wistful as he looked out over ultimate-experiment-storygreat city that stretched in towering minarets and lofty spires of purest crystal blue for miles on every side. A fairy city of rarest hue and beauty. A city for ultimate-experiment-storyGods and the Gods were dead. Kiron felt, at such times, the great loneliness that the last Master must have known.
They had been kind, ultimate-experiment-storyMasters, and Kiron knew that his people, as they went about their eternal tasks of keeping the great city in perfect shape for ultimate-experiment-storyMasters who no longer needed it, must miss them as he did.
Never to hear their voices ringing, never to see them again gathered in groups to witness some game or to play amid ultimate-experiment-storysilver fountains and flowery gardens of the wondrous city, made him infinitely saddened. It would always be like this, unless....
But thinking, dreaming, reminiscing would not bring it all back for there was only one answer to still ultimate-experiment-storylonging: work. The others worked and did not dream, but instead kept

Author: 
Thornton DEKY