IRON TIP

Once upon a time, in a melting pot in a rural area far from the crowds, there was a large field where there were lots of piles of objects that were no longer used, from small to giant ones. Lots of residents who inhabit that place, even though they are fighting each other they know each other.

Call it XAXE a lump of worn-out scrap metal stabbed into the ground, frowning his forehead, furious and a little rusty. The sun that supports it is gradually feeling bored, maybe because it is shining on a group of objects it seems that are getting more and more shiny every day instead of getting dull and rusty

He could only witness the blue beauty at the end of the sky with his dull and no longer young body, knowing that he would soon retire. Wheels, axles, couplings and accessories attached to it are sitting on the edge of the field. His moustache is no longer frightening but instead makes him a piece of scrap metal that is a world-renowned politician or even a long-dead comedian. In his time, he was indeed the best four-wheeled vehicle made of iron in the 1930s. A very tall stature with four legs that is always never dirty even though the road is dusty and dirty. He always prays and hopes to God to be merged into something new and beneficial for humans, but no one or company wants him to be melted down. At the recycling site, it depends on the buyers who come and whoever the residents there always hope will be recycled into something new and have an elegant appearance. His friends are also a bunch of scrap metal of various types, names and no longer being used by the owner

Double-decker Buses, Trailer Trucks, Cars including himself which has more than four wheels have regenerated into heavy equipment or even worse ones become Tanks which are melted down with the armour of their biggest enemy. They are forced to be friends even though it is clear that they are true rivals in the name of glory

Some of the last occupants seemed to think that it was just an illusion for a fancy car with a tie because it was recycled and then levelled up as their colleagues always said because they knew each other. Without a lump of iron that is recycled, melted down and sprinkled on, it would not be possible for all of this to exist

Unlike XAXE, let's call it “Dow daddy”, call it Dowdy, a slow-moving vehicle with a dull appearance and only two doors, when it was first created it was very, very useless and even seemed a failed product was transformed into the Best Performer when the big boss brought it to the place where it was melted down to buy all armoured vehicles for military purposes. Arrogantly clad in a reliable diesel engine as if roaring and wanting to inform all the occupants of the old Iron-Steel Shop that he has moved levels or gone up a class.

XAXE can't do anything because he is currently just a lump of iron without an engine that he can move because it has been a long time since their body was separated when his boss had to find an alternative gasoline engine for his younger favourite vehicle. But even though his body has been cremated he will never die

Meanwhile, on the other side of the complex where they were sitting, there were several railroad cars and old locomotives, which were clearly their toughest enemies, those made of steel, were also anxious. Because it is often possible to hear whispers from plane wrecks where there are no engines and knick-knacks and accessories attached to them. That he will always sit there because it is no longer logical to recondition wheeled vehicles that do not have rails from steel. It seems he has given up hope.

A single grain of sweat still doesn't make him or the drizzle of seasonal rain doesn't change anything about him. In the past, he was a ruler, and in his time he was also a dictator for the vehicles that got in his way. Because once a goods truck was struck by him at the arrogant speed of that time and met where he is now sitting. Even so, the wrecked goods truck was later reconditioned into a bus that always took flight attendants from their mess to the airport. That's because there are rumours that inform about it. He always thinks whether he is weak because he has not been fair to fellow vehicles on land and it always comes out of his mind.

It's only natural that he is arrogant because he always feels himself to be the most valuable mode of transportation. Call me his name Elloco because people often say his name because every time he comes and goes at every station he always stops. Just once transporting 15 train cars that he carried on his shoulders more than hundreds of people as his boss were carried across the country and big cities. Ellice always remembers the story of his love with the idol that died for the sake of the independence of his people who was forced to transport the soldiers to the battlefield. Sad indeed.

Back to the previous location. Not far from there, there are lots of piles of electronic devices that have been left without shelter, such as tapes that no longer have a head to play cassette tapes, televisions that no longer have a bunk because they are flat because they often do fitness, mobile phones that were deaf because they were struck by lightning when used by humans and at the same time the callers were charred to death because of the incident and computers that were already myopic also suffered the same fate as old Xaxe as cars and Elloco and train carriages were still sitting there except for bullets, gunpowder, missiles, grenades, atomic bombs, tanks, fighter jets are still iron in the end.