Under command of Demon Prince Firechild, the Robot Children have taken Destruct City. Mysterious, eternally burning feathers surround the city, forming an air blockade; there’s no way out for the Resistors. They’re in the middle of a genocide against humans. Except, only four of them remain. And only 2.5 are actually human.
The Resistors’ only hope is to find the Demon King Salmence, and appeal for help to destroy his demented son, Prince Firechild. But no one has seen him in three thousand years…
Until then the Resistors must diminish the Robot Children’s numbers, and keep out of sight or be destroyed. Luckily, there seems to be another force on their side—the reason for scores of dead robots lining the streets of Destruct City.
Nonfunctional androids lined the empty streets of Destruct City. They twitched in the rain, as their dark silver bodies shimmered. Their eyes, neutral and wide, blinked now and again. It was a curious sight. Feathers floated above, wobbling subtly in mid air. They surrounded the dead metropolis, bordering the city and preventing escape. Shining bright amber, the eternally burning feathers lit the dreary heavens a dangerous red.
It was almost night. One could see the swirling, raging skies quickly fading. Soon, the Resistors would emerge from the darkness. Their names were Zach Sakari, Jacob Jones, and Klara Watson. Together, they constituted the last remaining humans in the city. The Robot Children had driven out or obliterated the rest in an earlier genocide/ coupe.
And there was sisCo325. She was a good guy and one of the Resistors too, because her wireless connection to Prince Firechild’s mind had broken. Unlike her sisters and brothers, she could thus operate independently. Unfortunately, sisCo325—or “Sissy” for short—lacked a developed sense of morality and understanding of her new, budding emotions. No matter. Sissy was part of the family.
“Sissy,” Zach Sakari quietly whispered. The four Resistors crouched in the shadows of an abandoned Safeway grocery store, the Resistors’ most current hiding spot.
“Yes, Zach?” Sissy answered; her tone was unreadable and flawless face, vacant.
“Scan the area, please.”
Sissy nodded, but otherwise did nothing.
“sisCo325,” Jacob said, “begin scanning the area.”
Her blue eyes suddenly widened, emitting invisible infrared light.
“Stop scanning,” Jacob interjected coldly. Zach is stupid and so is Sissy, he thought. Zach is a cyborg, because he is missing an organic arm and legs. Sissy is an automaton. Both are innovations in technology. Wow, technology sucks ass.
“You’re such an arse,” Klara Watson remarked, shaking her head at Jacob. “Why must you always talk to Sissy like that?”
Umm…wow. So basically, your story is super awesome so far. YAY. 
Excellent set up, incredibly interesting plot (from what I read in the synopsis), and wonderful descriptions, what with the robots littering the streets and all, in the beginning. It would be really cool if you drew your characters (think of it as another creativity excerise, hahaha–we\’ll start putting drawings on the other side of Tim and Sonny\’s door or something). Also, the witty banter on the second page was gold. Your dialogue is great. All in all, your writing makes me happy. :]
Also, when I saw the name Klara, I immediately thought of the character Klara in Hoffmann\’s \”The Sandman.\” She\’s quite the peace-keeper. Hahaha. And Sissy\’s pretty much a rad character.
Can\’t wait to read the next chapter/episode!
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