Chapter 1
In a quiet neighborhood on the continent of Venusa, young Franco was walking beside his parents as they returned from high school. The sky was clear above them, the sun bathing the earth in a warm glow, adding a sense of reassurance to this seemingly ordinary day. The weather was pleasant, and the ground was covered in lush greenery.
Franco (laughing as he walked beside his father):
"Mom, you were right. The lesson on artificial intelligence was amazing! Dr. Castiel said we'll soon be able to program machines to think like humans."
Mother (smiling affectionately):
"So you mean you're going to learn from machines now?"
Franco (sarcastically):
"Of course, Mom! Maybe they'll teach me how to play better than you at chess!"
Father (looking serious, but smiling):
"Intelligence isn't just about playing chess, son. It lies in a deep understanding of what we're doing. Don't just get hung up on the results."
Franco was laughing, but his thoughts were drifting away into the world of science and technology. Little did he know that these peaceful moments were about to turn catastrophic.
As they walked, Franco suddenly stopped, his keen senses drawing his attention to the sky. Strange clouds were gathering on the horizon, dark clouds threatening to cover the sun.
Franco (surprised):
"You see? The clouds... that's strange."
His father (looking at the sky thoughtfully, then smiling politely, trying to calm him down):
"Don't worry. It's probably just a storm."
But his words didn't reassure Franco. He began to feel something strange in the air, as if something was about to happen.
Franco's mother (thoughtfully, in an uneasy tone):
"Maybe we should hurry home. The weather doesn't seem normal."
At that moment, the sound of airplanes coming from the sky rose, so loud that the ground shook with their force. Suddenly, a huge object appeared in the sky, a huge black plane approaching at a terrifying speed.
Franco (cautiously, breathing rapidly):
"What... what is this?"
His father (looking serious, trying to remain calm):
"Stay close! We have to hurry!"
But there was nowhere to run. The huge plane was approaching rapidly, and in an instant it plunged to the ground, leaving behind massive explosions and waves of strong wind that toppled trees.
Out of the clouds of smoke and flames emerged a huge robot dressed in black and wearing a bull's-headed mask. It was Napol, the leader of the rebel robots. Beside him, hundreds of other robots scattered around him, ferociously storming the ground.
Napol (in a low but sharp voice):
"This is the beginning of the end. The revolution has begun."
The robots fell to the ground like a storm of iron, shooting everything around them. People were running in panic, trying to escape this unexpected attack.
Franco (screaming, running towards his father):
"Dad! What's going on?!"
But before his father could respond, precise bullets ripped through the sky, hitting the ground around them, sending everyone running in all directions.
Franco's father (in a sharp tone):
"Run! Quick! Home!"
But before they could run, a bomb exploded nearby, crumbling the ground beneath their feet.
Franco (screaming, his eyes brimming with tears):
"Mom! Dad! No!"
At that moment, he began to realize that everything had changed. Wars didn't come this violently, and enemies didn't appear this way. But even so, he didn't have time to feel afraid.
In a flash, the robots descended upon them. Franco's father moved quickly to try to defend them with an old device he was carrying, but he knew it wouldn't be enough. Within seconds, a robotic combat unit appeared and fired a precision projectile that struck Franco's father in the chest.
Franco's father (looking at Franco, voice weak):
"Franco... don't leave... your family..."
Before he could say more, blood gushed from his wound. Everything around Franco was falling apart rapidly. The sight of blood, explosions, and loud noises made everything seem like a terrifying dream.
Franco (with broken words, lunging at his father, hoping to save him):
"No, no... Dad! Please! Don't leave me!"
But it was too late. His father was dead in his hands, and amidst the chaos, he didn't know where his mother was. He had lost everything in an instant, and in his heart were emptiness that only questions could fill.
Napol (from afar, quietly observing the scene):
"This is the beginning of the end. No one can escape their fate."
As the ground shook, Franco stood there, trembling in pain, unable to even think about what had happened. His family had vanished in moments, and the world he knew had fallen into darkness.