Wednesday, April 16, 2014

The talking guns

At a time clocked only in the memories of wind, at a place known only to the sand. The quiet of the night was about to be breached. The signs that new gear was coming were clearly visible with robots laying down and anchoring the helipad mats. The only thing left to do was to fix the LEDs.

The chopping noise finally broke the silence. And after it went away, the whole night was filled with the music of gun fire, normal celebration procedures. The quiet of night returned soon afterwards. Desert was desert again.

Come morning, the daily breakfast chatter held lesser accounts of yesterday's sex and more about the new gear that had arrived. Every body was boasting about the guns that had come, some said they fired light out from their nozzles, some talked of invisible bullets, while others of noise less bombs, some even said the new guns talked.

The whole chatter was so strange that even the quieter once held their ears open. The rumors grew stranger every day. It was only a week after that strange landing that a few men belonging to the most ruthless teams were called. They were given the new machines, for hours they stayed inside the caves. There they received instructions for their new assignment.

Soon everybody had started preparing and loading the gear. They were to attack the nearest village and take it over. The orders were clear to annihilate the whole population. It was also told that the newly arrived miracles were up at front.

Every one was excited about the raid. The village was still a few miles away when they were instructed to halt. A line of warriors sitting on horses was standing in front. A few were strong built, a few looked old and few looked like children.  A battle was about to start. The lead team got out their jeeps and started fixing their guns.

Once the enemy was in range they all started their customary prayers "O lord! Pardon us for we want to fight those men hand in hand but they too have weapons. Thus we have no choice", they added, "I wish not to press the trigger more then once, which is to save my own life but even If I do it for once the evil in my hands does not stop and fires infinite more; O lord! Pardon me"

Said so, the men in front removed the lock of the guns and waited for a signal. Soon the men started racing towards them. It was then that the received the signal and they pressed the trigger. Putt! One bullet fired.

Strange; the men thought, they pressed the trigger again, Putt.

Everybody checked his gun, fount it was still locked. He removed the lock and fired but again it fired only once. Every time they checked their guns they found it in lock position. So many times they tried but every-time the gun automatically returned to the lock position. Soon they were pushing the trigger like mad men. But it was not enough.

The time soon ran out, the team raced backwards to join the contingent. Some in hurry left their stupid guns behind.

Soon the rocks had changed position. Several men over the horses had taken position behind the rocks.
It was then that one boy found one of those strange guns still standing on the rock.
As he approached the gun, it talked. "Stay away or I will shoot"

The boy fell back in horror. His eyes were still popping out of his eyes, when it saw the barrel of the gun pointing towards his face.
"What are you doing here?" the gun talked again.
The boy probably had a lion's heart. He did not run scream or panic but said "those men are trying to destroy our village, they are evil men, they plan to kill us all"
"strange! the men holding me was saying, he did not want to press the trigger more then once but kept on pressing it again-n-again" "why?" the gun was addressed the boy.
"They are liars, they are evil. They want to kill us then they will go to our village and kill everybody there".

"Evil, the word I understand", the gun said, "Do me a favor can you pick me up and reverse my direction."

The boy was not a scared kid. He was most happy to change the direction away from his face.
Once done. The gun said "now do yourself a favor, go to other gun over at our left and give it the code I tell you"
Ok! The boy said and ran away towards his horse.

What happened! The commander of the fleet asked. Why are you retreating? Where are those expensive
guns?
The guns are defective. They wouldn't fire we have been cheated.

That was the last word which he could say as a bullet silenced him. Soon a flurry of bullets started piercing through their outfit.

Very soon, the jeeps started retreating but even that could not protect them from being wiped out.

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