Tawol Athodu Ek Erilaz ...

+.Cold Wave.
+FuturePop..
+.Iron age.

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From the remains of David a metal wheel rolled. Relays, glinting metal. Parts, wiring. One of the Russians kicked at the heap of remains. Parts popped out, rolling away, wheels and springs and rods. A plastic section fell in, half charred. Hendricks bent shakily down. The front of the head had come off. He could make out the intricate brain, wires and relays, tiny tubes and switches, thousands of minute studs— “A robot,” the soldier holding his arm said. “We watched it tagging you.” “Tagging me?” “That’s their way. They tag along with you. Into the bunker. That’s how they get in.” Hendricks blinked, dazed. “But—” “Come on.” They led him toward the ridge. “We can’t stay here. It isn’t safe. There must be hundreds of them all around here.” The three of them pulled him up the side of the ridge, sliding and slipping on the ash. The woman reached the top and stood waiting for them. “The forward command,” Hendricks muttered. “I came to negotiate with the Soviet—” “There is no more forward command. They got in. We’ll explain.” They reached the top of the ridge. “We’re all that’s left. The three of us. The rest were down in the bunker.” “This way. Down this way.” The woman unscrewed a lid, a gray manhole cover set in the ground. “Get in.”
Dick, Philip K