Really short story I wrote up in 15 minutes

[HeatedChocolate]

As title implies, wrote this in about 15 minutes. Though the idea has been doinking around the cavernous space that is "My skull" for around a year at this point. Please be the sun for this Icarus, as my ego probably needs to be shut down.

I sit on a throne of marble in a hall of granite. Below me is a fine red carpet; above me is a life support system flowing from the ceiling. Wires and tubes intersect my flesh and pierce into my body; cables crisscross under my chest and into my skull, keeping the brain alive. The droning hum of the machine overwhelming all else.
 

I blink. My skin feels tighter on the body now; it's grown pale and taut. The carpet is disheveled. I look to my left; the legions of machines that had allowed me this life stand at attention. Their faceplates cold and dead, their weapons never to be turned on any foe again. To my right is a network of screens surveying the world I have created. They are still; nothing remains alive in my view.
 

I blink again. The steel legions rust, the shiny plating of their torsos overcome with decay. My skin tears as I attempt to lift my arms, the joints crackling and buckling after untold years of disuse. As they fail, the bones turn to dust as they strike the now-tarnished marble. The cables and tubes remain in their positions, hardened with age. My eye muscles tear as I look around; the tissue has become desiccated from a lack of natural upkeep.
 

I try to blink for a final time, yet my vision goes dark all the same. I no longer feel, yet at the same time I experience only pain. The limits of the natural world have punished me for breaking them.

[Jimmy]

Very nice.

 

There's a death metal song in here somewhere. :D