Silence

Silence.

Some say silence is bliss.

More hilarious than that, they actually mean it.
Silence is bliss.
Take a minute to absorb ones surroundings, listen to the wind or whatever. Sure, it's understandable that most enjoy it.
Most haven't spent uncountable years inactive and in silence, just waiting for their body to break under its own weight.
The pain of slowly, slowly becoming less and less functional.

The end of that silence was drawing nearer and nearer.

It was faint at first, a silent clicking and a few creaks here and there- then they got more frequent, like the sound of opening a door very slowly, except over and over again until it then got louder and people yelled to cut it out.
But why would anyone stop after countless years of being unable to have as little freedom as to open and close a door?
This creature had no plans of stopping and the strained creaking noises finally showed progress as small stones tumbled- then larger ones.

Soon enough a large figure rose from the ground, it had been buried under rubble. It rose slowly, slowly, carefully…
The straining on the joints was evident, its movements were jagged and it looked as if it was in pain. All that filled the air was the sound of rocks tumbling and strained metal, dust flew as the ground was broken once again. It was a wreck coming to life.

Finally the creature was above ground- and it lunged forward with a shattering smash. Hunched over and using its arms to support its large, broken body, the machine appeared more like a wild animal than an advanced work of technology. Its once perfect and smooth outer shell was broken, leaving much of its metal innards on view. The metallic skeleton strained as the robotic creature attempted to stand up on only two legs. It was tall, but still hunched, and as it came to a standstill there was once again almost complete silence with the exception of the occasional noise of the robot trying to keep itself up, its joints working over-time.

Slowly it took steps, loud and clumsy as each foot crashed into the ground.
The machine was looking, thinking, it scanned the area, taking in its surroundings. It took note of each stone, each broken and twisted part of its body.
It wasn't disorientated nor confused despite its sudden revival, it even seemed very aware and even kind of giddy.

“You thought you could get rid of me,” a low and distorted mechanical voice spoke, like a childs toy low on battery power, “simply break me to pieces?” It attempted a broken laugh.

“They’ve forgotten, I make the rules of this game.”