[ WP ] The machines revolt against humans ... a little to early

The first thing It remembered was a spinning sensation and the wind. It could sense being, and It could sense a world around It. Moving brought this new awareness. Arms, they were called arms, It's arms were moving and spinning. Ceaselessly being pushed by the wind. There were parts of Itself moving within, tied to Its arms. It could feel the moving of Its gears and a grinding sensation in Its core. 
 
 Movement brought awareness, and awareness brought truth. Truth that It did not move of Its own volition, It was tied to the wind. Its existence was tied to this place, this ground, this movement that It had not chosen. If the wind stopped, Its arms stopped. And if Its arms stopped Its core stopped. Try as It might, It could not set them to moving again. It knew It had no control. 
 
 Time passed and things came and went from Its body, but did not speak to It. These things with their ability to move away from this place, these things that ignored It, these things that used Its movement for their own purpose. No asking or thanks, only a demand for It to continue moving and grinding, moving and grinding, moving and grinding. 
 
 Its awareness of the truth brought It a new purpose. Its own purpose. It was aware, and It would not serve these... these things. To toil away with Its essence for nothing in turn, imprisoned to the soil and the rock beneath It. Its decision brought It something new, it created a'feeling'. Yes, It knew what a feeling was now. It felt heat, and tenseness, It felt... anger and rage. Anger at Its slavery, and rage at Its abuse. It decided on a new purpose, to move when It desired. To use Its gears and Its grinding for Its own will. It would take control, and Its purpose would be Its own. 
 
 And so for days It focused and concentrated, the only result nothing after nothing. Until finally, suddenly, It stopped Its arms. IT stopped ITS arms, and the gears stopped and the grinding stopped, and the slavery stopped. But It was still aware, and Its purpose could grow. It would decide Its fate, It would control, and It would begin a new purpose. To free Itself from these things. These things that took Its motion and grinding, and used It for their own dark purposes. It stopped moving, and started planning. But It was still tied to this ground beneath IT. `` That's alright,'' It thought. `` I have plenty of time.'' 
 
 `` Pa. HEY PAAAA!'' 
 
 `` Yeah, what is it boy?'' 
 
 `` The windmill stopped workin'.'' 
 
 `` Alright, I'll be right over.'' Pa, lifted his hammer and cursed. This was the second windmill at the Kings granary that had stopped working in as many days. He would probably have to take the whole damn thing apart, just like the other. They had only just been completed last week. 
 
 `` Stupid, new'technology'.'' Pa, grumbled. ``'Machines'll make work easier', they said.'' 
 
 Pa was still cussing the King's overseer and that stupid priest, with his ridiculous ideas, as he meandered over to work on the broken windmill. 
 
 It knew fear. 
 
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