Coal skies scrawled with blood red clouds that sparked with blue lights each time a robotic hand oddly made of sinewy flesh tried to strike a hovering a large jet black bird with steel wings.
The bird evaded each attack, red light pouring out of the mech hand trying to strike the flying blackened steel animal with every ferocity until the red strikes finally found their mark and the almost falcon like bird crashed down on the ground making a small dent.
A tiny rover, the size of a regular encyclopaedia thrust out its whirring mechanical arms with the surprising nimbleness that organic tissues and muscles create and wrenched the small heart out of the now dead falcon that had fought so hard to live.
Its wings made of steel, the beak lined with titanium plated fangs, neck a mass of wires entangled with a system of veins the dead bird felt no pain as the tiny heart left its enormous body.
Pink with small bits of micro sensors and chips the heart lay still as the rover spoke quietly in clicking sounds. 'It's yours now'
Standing above was a large piece of machinery with long black tresses that seemed to leak motor oil.
Its feet were opened in places and blood leaked out from spaces where bolts had come undone.
This was the beast that had felled this large falcon and it stood staring at the heart.
sound of bones popping and metal clanging the large victor slowly bent down and lightly licked the dead birds heart.
'Will that be enough ?' The machine's voice cracked out.
The rover whirred back into attention. 'You have to take a small bite in order to be able to assume this creature's power' it said looking at the now disgusted and battle worn machinery.
A faint sound of scrunch emanated from under the large head of black hair that left streaks of motor oil reside in the ground and the heart seemed to have lost a tiny flake of itself.
'This should be enough' the rover spoke with satisfaction and that was the end of my dream this morning.
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