The wondrous city of Mica was founded by Theodore H. Mica,a young inventor who dreamed of building an utopia. One where many inventors from all Adamas could learn from one another and one day change the lives of humanity for the better. Ahh yes, the greater good for humanity. After all, why would such uncivilized creatures like gnomes or hobbits,filthy trolls, or war-loving orcs ever need a reason to experience such fine, well-crafted engineering? 

"May I get anything else for madam?" a voice asked. The woman didn’t answer. Taking a nice long sip of her imported tea, she shook her head, waving away the mechanical being in front of her.

Children, along with their Metal companions, ran through the streets, and a trail of laughter followed behind them.

Dogs happily bark as their owners converse with their fellow humans.

It wasn’t a perfect day in the city of Mica, but one could say it was still a great day—not perfect but still wonderful. The sun was shining, and there was a nice gentle breeze to keep the citizens of Mica nice and cool.

Mommy, what’s that smell?" a little boy asked.

It wasn’t that bad at first; the smell in question resembled rotten fruit—nothing too revolting. After all, it was just the mechanical cleaners performing their hourly duties of keeping the city nice and clean.

However, the smell gradually began to get worse. At first, it was rotten fruit, which then became the unbearable stench of vile, disgusting meat, as if someone had left a pile of livestock corpses in the center of the city. Which is quite weird because, as stated before, the city of Mica was cleaned on an hourly basis. How does one know that having a tall clock tower helps with keeping up with the time of day? 

In a mere fifteen minutes, the mechanical citizens of Mica watched as each human proceeded to vomit their guts out. A sick, foul, vile aroma filled the air,as if the dead rose and visited the great city.