It was the year 2024. The war had raged on for what seemed like years. The resistance was weak, sweaty and outnumbered. I was the only hope, but at least we had that, hope. That was until I turned the corner. Watching her with the ‘little machine’, it was suddenly so clear. Frankatron would never stop. Not until Daddy was destroyed. No emotion. No tears. No goodbyes. This was judgement day…
