This wouldn't have beaten Springs wonderful tale, but as promised, here's my story that didn't make it.
I edited it after I posted it, resulting in 300+ words, and the word counter I used let me down indicating it was at 300. It appears that I have misplaced the pre-edit version. Manual count your stories, kids.
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There are tales among the metal men of the creatures in the east. Stories that speak of the vile things the beasts did that kept the children from straying too far from the farms. But, it was those stories that gave young Kristofer Steel pause. It was those tales that sparked his curiosity of what lay beyond the horizon.
Kris wanted nothing more than to be free. After all, no one he knew had ever seen these beings of flesh of whom the old bots, gleaming from their dark corners, spoke about. None had dared stray beyond the confines of the Fusion Farms in ages. The last had been bright-eyed Ottofer Alloy, and he had not returned. Kris could only believe that was because Ottofer had found the freedom that he himself so longed for.
For all the safety the Fusion Farms gave, Kris felt more like a prisoner of the system. A captive even though he and his kind represented the peak of world technology. Life making life. Whatever chaos might lie beyond the farm gates could be no match for the civilized order they had created.
So it was that Kris packed his oil supply and sneaked from the farm to find his destiny in the world.
The going was slow across the barren desert sand. Days became months, until one day Kris' sparkling eyes saw for the first time, trees—proving that some elements of the old stories were true.
His joy, however, did not last long, for, as soon as he entered the forest humans surrounded him. But, Kris knew order would defeat the primitives, and he was not scared. At least, not until the creatures hoisted him to their village and he saw the pole — metal body parts hammered into it and Ottofer's hollow eyes staring back at him.