In 90 Seconds

Sounds of alarms blare in the radiated air of reactor number 4, the sound emitting in a frequency per ninety seconds. Before the “robots” is hell itself, exposed in air, on a rooftop. Graphite debris scatters un-accordingly, one by one, and the “robots” begin their trek, a trek of ninety seconds. 

Each buzz of the geiger counter is a death’s charge on these “robots”. Many of them even rush more than once, shoveling off each bit and piece of the ominous debris from the rooftop of reactor number 4.

One “robot” clad in a green, protective suit charges onto the roof, two hands firmly gripping the talons of death, each tick of the clock indicating a piece of graphite cleared away. 

He, regardless of the warning of destruction, continues to work. After almost a minute, he finally realizes it’s time for evacuation. Without a second’s apprehension, he lunges forward, but there is no clear path. Instead, he charges into the opening behind the rooftop, a gate symbolizing sanctuary. But, the mask that fends away the demons of Chernobyl drops to the ground.

Regardless of the consequences, his eyes are filled with determination, and he heads back onto the roof filled with reapers of life. Using his bare hands, he carries the rocks one by one, his face swelling with blood each second that passes.

No one knows who is behind the mask: Alexander, Muller, or Evankof. No one knows who these soldiers are. The only word they are dubbed for is “bio robots”. A red bulb grows on this young soldier’s face, blood trickling slowly down his forehead. Flesh bulges around his body. Before he can recognize what is happening, he faints.

Sounds of sirens blare in the distance; people are carried in and out of the radiation field. The burden of the future and hope falls off this young man’s shoulders. The legacy he leaves is huge, along with the others on his side. 

He takes off now for his trek, into a new haven.