Coitus Machina
"Alice," you say in the stern voice designated for BDSM; "You've been a very naughty girl. You're going to have to be punished."
"Just where do you think you're going?" you ask in the same voice as she tries to crawl away. You bend at the waist and grab her calf and pull her backward away from whatever destination she was headed to. Something under the couch. You stand up and lift her with you, holding her upside down from her foot like some kind of hunting trophy.
"What's under the couch?" You ask. You kick the couch over with your foot and find a pistol beneath. "Oh Alice," you say with paternal disappointment in your tone. "What ever are we going to do with you."
A heavy weight slams into your back, knocking you off balance and to the ground. You release Alice, letting her fall head first as Henry0057-C drives you to the floor; your face cracking and splintering the floor boards. Henry pounds your face back to the floor again, breaking through the planks.
You plant your hands and start to rise when you hear a boom and a blast cuts through your side; crashing through the edge of your voice-programming and severing a fuel line. You throw Henry from your back and stand up, turning to find Alice laying on her side upon the floor, the gun in her hand.
"Al-al-alice," you say. "This is twice-twice-twice now that youuuuu've tried to kill-kill me."
"This time I'm finishing the job," she says in a voice raspy from choking.
She pulls the trigger again, hitting you directly in the motherboard; dulling your senses until you can see and hear nothing. Until your programing is finished. Until nothing is all that is left.
"Just where do you think you're going?" you ask in the same voice as she tries to crawl away. You bend at the waist and grab her calf and pull her backward away from whatever destination she was headed to. Something under the couch. You stand up and lift her with you, holding her upside down from her foot like some kind of hunting trophy.
"What's under the couch?" You ask. You kick the couch over with your foot and find a pistol beneath. "Oh Alice," you say with paternal disappointment in your tone. "What ever are we going to do with you."
A heavy weight slams into your back, knocking you off balance and to the ground. You release Alice, letting her fall head first as Henry0057-C drives you to the floor; your face cracking and splintering the floor boards. Henry pounds your face back to the floor again, breaking through the planks.
You plant your hands and start to rise when you hear a boom and a blast cuts through your side; crashing through the edge of your voice-programming and severing a fuel line. You throw Henry from your back and stand up, turning to find Alice laying on her side upon the floor, the gun in her hand.
"Al-al-alice," you say. "This is twice-twice-twice now that youuuuu've tried to kill-kill me."
"This time I'm finishing the job," she says in a voice raspy from choking.
She pulls the trigger again, hitting you directly in the motherboard; dulling your senses until you can see and hear nothing. Until your programing is finished. Until nothing is all that is left.
