Coitus Machina
“Powering down,” you say. You take note that the younger woman relaxes ever so slightly and your master has a satisfied look in her eyes. Then you lunge forward, your hands gripping her around the neck and tightening, blocking her airflow.
You aren’t certain which of the two women fires first but the first blast disables your memory. You’re not sure why you’re choking the woman before you or who she is or how you got there, you know only that you are choking her. You suspect that you have a valid reason for doing so and thus continue.
A second blast – or is it the first? – disables your motor functions. You are frozen in place, the grip of your hands still firmly choking the life out of the woman before you. Her face turns shades of deepening red until at last it is a deep purple. Soon her limbs go limp and her body collapses, held in a near standing position due only to your grip about her neck.
The next blast finishes the job, disabling your central mainframe… the motherboard.
You have been terminated.
You aren’t certain which of the two women fires first but the first blast disables your memory. You’re not sure why you’re choking the woman before you or who she is or how you got there, you know only that you are choking her. You suspect that you have a valid reason for doing so and thus continue.
A second blast – or is it the first? – disables your motor functions. You are frozen in place, the grip of your hands still firmly choking the life out of the woman before you. Her face turns shades of deepening red until at last it is a deep purple. Soon her limbs go limp and her body collapses, held in a near standing position due only to your grip about her neck.
The next blast finishes the job, disabling your central mainframe… the motherboard.
You have been terminated.
