Phew! Got this one done finally. I swear this painting has gone through about 3 revisions! There's indecisiveness for you.. This picture takes you back to around ten years before the collapse of the eco-system, when Sally is forced to make the most difficult choice of her life. And one that would start her on a journey spanning more than nine centuries.
Enjoy! 'Constructive' feedback, as always, is warmly welcome.
Robotnik was gone. He was finally gone... But our problems were only just beginning.
The world was dying. Robotnik had made sure of that before the final assault that brought his reign of terror crumbling down. We had maybe ten, fifteen years at best, before people would start dying again from the pollution that had ravaged the eco-system. Food was already becoming scarce, many had lost loved ones to either the Roboticizer or fighting in the war, and the planet’s natural resources of fossil fuels were virtually depleted.
There were however, considerable stores of power in Robotropolis. The question was how to best use this?
Sally had known early on that the best solution to this problem was the Roboticizer technology. The Robians who had already been transformed by Robotnik were doing remarkably well since his down-fall, after being freed from the control that was imposed on them. They required neither food or water, consumed no more resources other than occasional repair or upgrade and were highly resistant to the pollution and radioactivity that covered the land. The biggest problem was making the people of Mobius, who had fought for so long to rid the world of Robotnik and his use of his Roboticizer technology, agree to convert themselves into the very thing they feared.
The solution as it turned out was remarkably simple...
‘Make’ them want to choose it...
With the stores in Robotropolis and with funds from the House of Acorn, hidden away before Robotnik’s coup, Sally’s plan was simple. Keep the immediate civilisation on life support, while the Roboticizer tech could be re-worked into something that ordinary Mobians would want. It was highly risky, but it was their best chance.
Over the next ten years, as life went on in the reclaimed city of Robotropolis, the effects of the failing environment began to exact it’s toll on organic life. Cancers, breathing difficulties, sterility, stillborn infants, toxin induced insanity, the list of horrific ailments went on and on. The peoples’ cries for salvation roared louder and louder, resources were at critical levels to civilians, rationing became extremely tight, looting and organised crime began to dominate the land. Atrocities scarred everyone.
The suffering was at breaking point and the world risked tearing itself apart, looking for a way out of this madness.
And now finally they were shown salvation. And her name was Mileeka.
Mileeka was the first of the new generation of Robians and she was significantly more advanced than Robotnik’s worker bots. She was faster, stronger and more intelligent. Articulate in emotion, articulate in thought, articulate in feelings.
But above all else she was beautiful. And that was what caught everyone’s attention.
The people of Mobius worshipped her, they loved her, they wanted to be her. She was ecstasy, she was health, she was survival. She was the future.
The gamble had paid off. Millions willingly rushed to hand over their sickly flesh for a new, beautiful, immortal, robotic form.
It was then that the irony of all this finally hit Sally. She had done more to manipulate and change her people than Robotnik ever could have. She could already hear his applause from beyond the grave.
The thought of it chilled her to the core, but from the very start, her mission was never to rebuild a stable society. It was simply to save it.
And it was saved.... For a price.
A price that, several years later, many found too high...