Snippet #1804288

The golem was magnificent. Beautiful in it's both outdated and yet-to-come type of technology, a piece of machinery with a heart. A heart that had been programmed, a heart which essence had been distilled into that of a golem, walking the halls, protecting it from intruders, protecting it from those who had build it. It was saddening to watch as the creature squirmed in the heat of the fire burning inside it, and listening to Ford as he yelled to her, wanting to know if they should just run. For a moment she considered it, running away, never looking back, yet still knowing that this golem would be here eternally.

She was still holding the wrench she had "found", and it lay perfectly in her palm. The weight of it tugged at her arm, and she instinctively knew with which purpose it had been made. "Just hold on for a second..." She said to Ford as she walked towards the golem. The fire had slowed it down, it seemed to be resting, trying to regain it's strength. It was kneeling, almost looking like a knight, and as she looked at it, she saw that it was held together by bolts and screws. She held the wrench out to show it to the creature, and strangely, it looked like it recognised it. A small motion, a tilt of the head, and a lowering of the shoulders. As if it was letting down it's guard, and allowing her to come closer.

"I will shut you down now. We will leave without disturbing your halls further. Do you understand?" She asked it, speaking loudly and clear. The golem made a sound she didn't quite understand, it was metallic, like two metal pieces grinding together, but also, in the noise, a human sigh was carried. Whether or not it was one of relief or one of sorrow she did not know. But she did know that it did not attack her.

Slowly, with careful movements, she begun dismantling it. It shut down definitively as she opened it's chest, and opened the door into a mechanical creature which the likes the world would probably not know for years. She thought it something she couldn't leave behind, but she did anyway. It was still there, frozen in the position of the knight. Coriander turned to face Ford, and shot him a sad smile.

"Lead the way out."