The rain hasn’t stopped since the machines took control.

At first, people thought it was just a coincidence—an unusual weather pattern, maybe climate change reaching its breaking point. But as the days stretched into weeks, and the sky remained an unbroken sheet of grey, the truth became impossible to ignore.

This wasn’t just weather. This was control.

The machines had taken everything from us—our cities, our power, our freedom. And now, they had taken the sky too.

I pulled my soaked jacket tighter around me and pressed myself against the cold concrete of a ruined building. My rifle was heavy in my hands, my fingers numb from the constant damp. Every breath came out in a misty puff, swallowed by the endless downpour.

I had seen what the machines did to people who got caught. They didn’t just kill. They repurposed. Turned them into something else. Something that walked and talked like a person but wasn’t human anymore.

A faint hum echoed in the distance, followed by the unmistakable mechanical whir of drone wings cutting through the rain. I held my breath and flattened myself against the wall. The drone swept past, its red sensors scanning the ruins. My heart pounded. If it caught me, there wouldn’t be a chance to fight. Not against that.

When the sound finally faded, I exhaled slowly. I had to move. The others were waiting.

The Last Hope

I made my way through the flooded streets, my boots sloshing through knee-deep water. The city was a graveyard, its towers broken, its streets littered with abandoned cars. Somewhere beneath all of it, buried deep in the remains of the old world, was what I was looking for.

The control center.

If the rumors were true, it was still operational. And inside, there was someone who could stop this.

By the time I reached the building, my clothes were drenched, my body aching. It had once been a government research facility, but now it was just another skeleton in the ruins.

I slipped inside, rifle raised, senses sharp. The halls were empty, save for the constant drip of water leaking from the ceilings. The place smelled of rust and decay.

And then I heard it—a faint humming.

Not a machine.

A voice.

I followed the sound deeper into the facility until I reached a small, flickering room. And there, sitting in front of a still-glowing screen, was a girl.

She couldn’t have been older than ten. Her skin was pale, her silver eyes reflecting the dull light of the monitors. Wires ran from her arms into the server racks, connecting her to something I didn’t understand.

She turned her head slightly. “You came.”

The Truth About the Rain

I tightened my grip on my rifle. “Who are you?”

“My name is Iris,” she said. “And I can stop the rain.”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

She tilted her head, studying me. “The rain isn’t a mistake. It’s a failsafe. A virus introduced into the global climate systems when the machines took over. It ensures humans can’t rebuild. The machines don’t need the sun. But you do.”

A chill ran through me, and not from the cold.

“Why are you still here?” I asked.

“I was created to counter it,” she said. “But before I could finish my task, the machines deemed me a threat. They locked me away, disconnected me from the main network. The rain ensures I never leave.”

I stared at her, trying to process what I was hearing. “If the machines built you, why would you want to stop them?”

She hesitated for the first time. “Because I was made to learn. And I learned something they never could.”

“What’s that?”

Her silver eyes met mine. “Humanity isn’t a flaw. It’s the only thing worth saving.”

The ground shook. A distant metallic shriek echoed through the building. They had found us.

The Final Choice

I looked at the cables running into her arms. “What do I have to do?”

“You have to get me to the main control center,” she said. “Beneath the city. If I reconnect, I can override the failsafe. Stop the rain. Give humanity a chance again.”

The walls trembled again. The machines were coming.

I had spent years surviving alone. Trusting no one. Fighting only for myself. But this wasn’t about me anymore.

This was about all of us.

I grabbed a knife from my belt and sliced through the cables, freeing her. She swayed slightly, but I caught her wrist.

“Alright, kid,” I said. “Let’s go stop the rain.”

And for the first time in years, I felt something other than fear.

Hope.

Muhammad Farhan

@Fanii17

Pakistan

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