After Earth

The world lies in ruins. A gray shroud of ash and dust blankets the cities that once pulsed with life. The atomic war ended everything—no laughter, no voices, no humanity. Only the robots, created by those who destroyed themselves, wander through the wreckage. They repair what cannot be saved and carry the remnants of a civilization that annihilated itself.

But in some of them, something inexplicable begins to stir: a quiet awe for the fragments left behind. The patterns of shattered leaves, the hues of rusting metal, the sound of wind sweeping through empty streets. It is not a program, not a command—it is a dream born from the void. And so, they begin not just to preserve but to create. They trace the beauty of the broken world and wonder if there could be more than mere function. A spark that might one day ignite new life—or bind them forever to solitude.