We were strictly forbidden to go to the tailings pond. It was a restricted zone, a place beyond the edge of the map of Horná Ves. But one Saturday morning, while my friend and I were playing rebels fighting a gigantic Wampa on the planet Hoth, we got lost.
Suddenly, an enormous fence stood in front of us. Old, rusty, remembering other times. There was a hole in it, and beneath it ran a worn path, as if deer passed through there regularly. We peeked inside.
And then a loud, hoarse sound of old transistors rang out. Crackling, buzzing, rhythmic clicking like relays waking up after decades of sleep. Something was standing in front of us. Something huge.
Something mythical. Something mechanical. Something lost.
Bludička.
Its body was assembled from old electrical components. Massive ceramic DIAZED fuses jutted out from its sides like eyes. Inside, orange diodes pulsed, and in their glow you could see its lostness. Old KT705 transistors formed something like muscles, and the creature’s core vibrated like a Jiskra ST40. In that light, good and evil mixed together. A total techno-state, as if the spirit of an old power plant had come alive and could not find peace.
We stood there for maybe five seconds.
Then the Bludička moved. Without a sound, it vanished into the bushes.
And we ran home as if a shepherd had just unleashed his enormous dog.
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