“There ain’t no sky today.” My friend beeped at me. My rotors chugged as I turned to him.

“When do you think they’ll turn it back on?” I asked. His rusty shoulders shrugged.

“When they have the budget to keep this whole place running. Since the war, The Table started moving budgets to the military instead of their people.”

Ever since war broke between us Robots and the Humans, we have been struggling to survive. We need electricity to live, however most of the electricity has been getting cut off in residential areas to save for the war. It is being sucked from our lives and used elsewhere.

I found a small rock sitting next to me, and out of boredom, I threw it into the city below my dangling, metal legs. My apartment was about a thousand or feet off the ground, and I had an amazing view of my underground world. The city glowed like an underwater civilization with neon lights that looked like they had waves of color going around the border of the sign.

The sky that I was talking about that was turned off today was so beautiful. It had lights at points that formed into a hexagon shape, and they changed color to let us know the time. Walls surrounded the city for maybe about a mile or so, and they were decorated with long cables and massive pipes. Vegetation added a tone of life to the grey areas.

“How are the kids?” I beeped. My friend chugged in my direction, and on his screen of a face displayed a frowning emoticon.

“Low on charge, we don’t have enough electricity anymore.” I gave a small pat on the back.

“It’ll be alright, friend.” I looked back at the glowing neon sign, and for a moment it flickered, then shut off.

“Death seems to be coming quicker than usual today.” My friend bleeped. He chugged. “I wonder when it is our turn to fight.”

A loud sound erupted from the sky. It echoed so incredibly loud, more than 180 decibels. I stumbled backward, and so did my friend. The lights in the sky turned on one by one, and then loud cement scraped against the walls. The doors of the sky opened to reveal an unfamiliar air. Dark smoke replaced the white fluffy clouds of the blue sky, darkening the sun. Lights of rockets flew in the skyway above the compound.

“It seems the Table wants us now.” I forced my rusty skeleton to turn to my friend, and my screenface greyed. “It’s been nice knowing you.”