Creatures Caves

(Wow. O_O Okays then...)

He could hear several low murmers coming from above. He stared up at the glass, watching the shadows.

"Er, hello?" he asked. "Eh, I think this might be a mistake. Could I have my clothes back please?"

A loud voice suddenly boomed over the intercom.

"4 5 2 1, send out 345, I repeat, send out 345."

"345 deploying."

Deploying?

A door suddenly snapped opened. In through it rolled some sort of odd contraption. The hand wasn't sure if he should call it a robot, since it certainly looked like no robot he had ever imagined. It looked as if it had five kettles on its head, all of them spewing steam.

It rolled over to him, creaking and groaning. It then rolled right past him.

"Wait, wha...." he started, but the thing suddenly grabbed hold of the bookshelf and took it from his grasp. It then stared at it, turning it this way and that. It then started ripping books off the shelf, throwing them hap hazardly behind him.

"WAIT! STOP! MY MOM! NO!" yelled the hand.

"E749." said the contraption. A beam of light switched on, examining the bookshelf. "Organic: Negative."

"No, no no." said the voice over the intercom. The hand noticed just how very... quaint the voice sounded, that sort of voice you would expect to be ordering tea and talking about the state of vegtables while munching biscets... er, cookies...

The little machine stopped, and looked inquisitivly at the ceiling.

"Er, move to coordinant five..."

The robot turned and zoomed into a nearby wall.

"Uh, no no, eh, five six, equal seven, fourty two, command six..."

The robot had been randomly rushing across the arena. At the last command it stood in front of the hand and deployed a large and threatening looking bomb.

"Counting." it said.

The hand screamed and rushed off.

"X OFF! X OFF!" yelled the voice. The robot looked up, then folded the bomb back into itself.

"Alright." said the voice, panting. "Now, turn... and scan."

The robot turned in the direction of the hand, who was now cowering in the corner. The same scan light turned on, and played across the hand.

"Organic, positive!" exclaimed the machine cheerfully.

"Examine further." said the voice.

The scan went up again.

"Species identified: Hand.
Gender: Male.
Age: 15.
Sexually active..."

The robot stopped somewhere on the hand's nether regions.
"No."

The hand went red.

"Sentient: yes."

"Ah, sentient." said the voice. "Well, that's jolly good. Er, hello.... uh, oh, yes, that's right.... GREETINGS HAND."

The voice suddenly became louder and much slower.

"DO YOU. UNDER... er... KNOW. WHERE YOU. ARE?" it asked.

The hand looked up toward the ceiling.

"Eh, no." he said. "Is this some sort of special effect?"

There was the sound of typing. Then the voice came back.

"WHAT IS. THIS. SPECIAL EFFECT. YOU SPEAK. OF?" asked the voice.

"You know, like in movies and stuff?" said the hand, getting nervous.

"WHAT IS. A. MOVIE?"

"Geez, you guys must be great at parties. Well, anyway, it's when someone takes a video and puts something in it that wasn't really there."

At first, the hand thought that whoever was speaking would ask what a video was. But they didn't.

"YOU DO NOT. HAVE ANYTHING. TO. FEAR." said the voice. "WE WILL BE. KIND. TO. YOU."

"Listen, I can understand what you are saying, you don't have to shout." said the hand, rubbing his ear.

"WHAT DO... erherm, what do you call yourself?"

"Uh, what?"

"Thank you. E898 Command."

A hole opened up underneath the hand. Screaming, he fell through.

One shadow turned to another.

"So, looks like the hands have begun to form their own language." said one.

"How have your travels around the planet been?" asked another.

"It's as we feared." said the first. "The hands are starting to forget their... original purpose."

"To care for the creatures?"

"Exactly. There is a small group of them still dedicated, but they fall, slowly they fall."

They stared down into the area. The robot was doing a dance.

"Make sure to get a blood sample from Uh What." said one.

"Of course."