12-22-2016, 10:32 PM
“I fucking hate robots,” she said as the plated silver of a human-like machine finally took the shape of a tall, skinless android with two small white lights for eyes, a streamlined definition of metallic parts, and an expressionless face. For a mouth, it had a black slit that did not light up when it spoke, “And now look who I’m stuck with, I don’t have Abner, I don’t have Isaac, I don’t have Red. I have you though, don’t I, Mister Metal? If you don’t do your fucking job, I’m sending you to the scrapheap. Is that clear?”
Christa’s head tilted, her silver eyes became slits, and her head cocked in an intimidating way, which, as she had programmed the robot to be less aware of human and society’s moral laws, the robot had no idea of the threat laden in her voice. “Affirmative,” the bot said in a scrawny but mechanical voice, “Systems waiting for the objective.”
“I need you, to scan my face, and find my sister. She’s in this verse. She’s been kidnapped, and I was a fool to believe I could... Do it alone,” her eyebrows came together and formed a weakened fret, “You were created with the best maps of this verse, all computed in your head, so I’ll have to have you find her. But first, I need to stop at the house of an old friend.”
The robot scanned her face by allowing a light to shoot out of his eye, it streamed through the dark night in blue and white hues, “Analysis complete,” the droid said and then stated, “Her face has been documented and linked into my mainframe system, I’m computing the algorithms of where she could be, her last sighting was at the school, would you like to start from there Miss Adams?”
“You... Don’t already have her fixed location in your navigation system?” Christa sassed angrily.
“In order for me to have her location, I would have needed you to have created me with that location,” the bot lifelessly said.
“Shit. Well, she’s not a Prime either, or else I could go dealing with some of the shop-keepers, let’s see... Damn it... Do you think... Damn it, you don’t think, do you?” Christa contemplated her options, which looked like next to nil, “Shit, well, we go to my friend’s house first, then the school, then... We take it from there and perhaps we’ll get a phone call.”
“A call, Miss Adams?” the voice asked in its usual monotone, but with curiosity in the nonexistent undertones of the lifeless bot.
“A call from the guy who kidnapped her. Damn, I leave for one mission. Is there something fucking wrong with me? Can’t I have my sister live a normal life while I’m off... Being myself? Piece of Metal,” she didn’t think naming the droid that she was going to destroy at the end of this was necessary, “You need to tell me, can a woman not have a man in her life, a career, and a family?”
“My observations point to no, I was programmed with - (“Cut the shit, I know, I programmed you,)- the basic knowledge of human interaction, but I do have an entire database for certain magazines and encyclopedias on file. . . Upon searching, the signs lead to no. Either the child turns out to be insurgent, or the husband cheats, or your career becomes obsolete or worthless. And if you do choose family and relations over career, you have a sixty-percent probability with dealing with some sort of depression, as well as-”
“That’s enough,” Christa sighed and they walked in silence, her own human footfalls being drowned by the sound of a tall, mechanic beast’s joints pressing and propelling itself across the cobblestone streets.
“Do you think you can use my phone to trace the call?” she asked after about twenty minutes of darkness. They were nearing the school, and dawn was soon approaching.
“I can attempt it,” the bot said curtly, “Are you going to break into the school? Because I am responsible enough to remind you that there is a high percentage of being caught, and breaking into a-”
“Cram it, if you know we could get caught easily, you should know that silence is one thing that’ll help my strategy. Now, I’m going to walk in, like I’m a teacher getting there early to grade some tests or something. I’ll need to summon some papers and a pair of glasses to go with the disguise,” Christa smiled and wondered if she could pull off the teacher-look. She liked to believe she could have been anything she wanted, but was burdened with the life of a first-class sniper.
“Excuse me Miss Adams, you weren’t planning on entering the school with that big blood stain on your shirt, were you?” the bot’s ball-in-silver-joint hand pointed its index finger at some splashes on her abdomen.
“Oh...” she smiled, feeling a warm flush to her cheeks, before remembering that robots couldn’t feel, nor judge, “You’re right, I need to change.”
...
Upon her nose, were a pair of studious looking glasses with frames trim at the center, and wide at the corners. Her hair was contained in a tangled bun and pieces of her blonde hair was spitting out around her ears. Wrapped around her shoulders was a sweater of all things, for Metal said that teachers had a homely looking sense of style, and Christa’s job was to blend. It was bright red and holiday themed, with a reindeer on the front, as well as a few snowflakes in the backround. Metal informed her it was a ‘seasonal human thing’ as well as a “must-have” for their operation, but Christa could’ve sworn that robot was smugly laughing at her as she waltzed in, keys-in-hand, into the school.
She went straight to the office, and was searching through the files labeled “attendance records” when she heard giggling in the office across from her. The door was closed, the lights were off, but Christa was sure she wasn’t imagining it. After finding her file, she analyzed it. Her sister hadn’t been seen in weeks that turned into a few months. It was scary, to think she’d been away for so long, dicking around with the BIGGEST DICK, good ol’ Karl, instead of finding Katia. The prime hid the file below the rest of her fake pre-graded tests, hoping to have her robot analyze it later, and gently shut the door behind her. That was when another office door gently opened, revealing two people, giggling and one woman scrambling to put her clothes on.
Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, but her legs hadn’t strode off yet. “Ohhh mmyyy!” the giggling woman said in shock as she had been spotted. Clumps of fabric had been gathered over her torso, and her legs had been covered in basic jeans. It was simple enough to figure out, this woman was having some fun before school started. Christa didn’t need to dwell and blurted out, “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!!!!”
That was when a man came around he was gaunt, perpetually white, and used his boney hand to move open the door even more, “That’s exactly what someone who had seen something, would say,” his eye were black, his hair, just as dark, and his lips had formed into a prideful smile, rather than that of an embarrassed employee. In fact, as Christa found herself but inches from his face, he looked like he was brimming with triumph, and not in that after-sex glow kind of way.
He was also not wearing pants, and made no effort to hide it. Christa, keen marksman with expert eyesight had frozen like a deer-in-the-headlights. She looked away, and back at the woman, “I’m very sorry-”
“Oh, don’t be,” he had said. He gave her the creeps and would not move his eyes from her. Like he was imagining her naked, but worse, like he was reading her mind.
Christa’s head tilted, her silver eyes became slits, and her head cocked in an intimidating way, which, as she had programmed the robot to be less aware of human and society’s moral laws, the robot had no idea of the threat laden in her voice. “Affirmative,” the bot said in a scrawny but mechanical voice, “Systems waiting for the objective.”
“I need you, to scan my face, and find my sister. She’s in this verse. She’s been kidnapped, and I was a fool to believe I could... Do it alone,” her eyebrows came together and formed a weakened fret, “You were created with the best maps of this verse, all computed in your head, so I’ll have to have you find her. But first, I need to stop at the house of an old friend.”
The robot scanned her face by allowing a light to shoot out of his eye, it streamed through the dark night in blue and white hues, “Analysis complete,” the droid said and then stated, “Her face has been documented and linked into my mainframe system, I’m computing the algorithms of where she could be, her last sighting was at the school, would you like to start from there Miss Adams?”
“You... Don’t already have her fixed location in your navigation system?” Christa sassed angrily.
“In order for me to have her location, I would have needed you to have created me with that location,” the bot lifelessly said.
“Shit. Well, she’s not a Prime either, or else I could go dealing with some of the shop-keepers, let’s see... Damn it... Do you think... Damn it, you don’t think, do you?” Christa contemplated her options, which looked like next to nil, “Shit, well, we go to my friend’s house first, then the school, then... We take it from there and perhaps we’ll get a phone call.”
“A call, Miss Adams?” the voice asked in its usual monotone, but with curiosity in the nonexistent undertones of the lifeless bot.
“A call from the guy who kidnapped her. Damn, I leave for one mission. Is there something fucking wrong with me? Can’t I have my sister live a normal life while I’m off... Being myself? Piece of Metal,” she didn’t think naming the droid that she was going to destroy at the end of this was necessary, “You need to tell me, can a woman not have a man in her life, a career, and a family?”
“My observations point to no, I was programmed with - (“Cut the shit, I know, I programmed you,)- the basic knowledge of human interaction, but I do have an entire database for certain magazines and encyclopedias on file. . . Upon searching, the signs lead to no. Either the child turns out to be insurgent, or the husband cheats, or your career becomes obsolete or worthless. And if you do choose family and relations over career, you have a sixty-percent probability with dealing with some sort of depression, as well as-”
“That’s enough,” Christa sighed and they walked in silence, her own human footfalls being drowned by the sound of a tall, mechanic beast’s joints pressing and propelling itself across the cobblestone streets.
“Do you think you can use my phone to trace the call?” she asked after about twenty minutes of darkness. They were nearing the school, and dawn was soon approaching.
“I can attempt it,” the bot said curtly, “Are you going to break into the school? Because I am responsible enough to remind you that there is a high percentage of being caught, and breaking into a-”
“Cram it, if you know we could get caught easily, you should know that silence is one thing that’ll help my strategy. Now, I’m going to walk in, like I’m a teacher getting there early to grade some tests or something. I’ll need to summon some papers and a pair of glasses to go with the disguise,” Christa smiled and wondered if she could pull off the teacher-look. She liked to believe she could have been anything she wanted, but was burdened with the life of a first-class sniper.
“Excuse me Miss Adams, you weren’t planning on entering the school with that big blood stain on your shirt, were you?” the bot’s ball-in-silver-joint hand pointed its index finger at some splashes on her abdomen.
“Oh...” she smiled, feeling a warm flush to her cheeks, before remembering that robots couldn’t feel, nor judge, “You’re right, I need to change.”
...
Upon her nose, were a pair of studious looking glasses with frames trim at the center, and wide at the corners. Her hair was contained in a tangled bun and pieces of her blonde hair was spitting out around her ears. Wrapped around her shoulders was a sweater of all things, for Metal said that teachers had a homely looking sense of style, and Christa’s job was to blend. It was bright red and holiday themed, with a reindeer on the front, as well as a few snowflakes in the backround. Metal informed her it was a ‘seasonal human thing’ as well as a “must-have” for their operation, but Christa could’ve sworn that robot was smugly laughing at her as she waltzed in, keys-in-hand, into the school.
She went straight to the office, and was searching through the files labeled “attendance records” when she heard giggling in the office across from her. The door was closed, the lights were off, but Christa was sure she wasn’t imagining it. After finding her file, she analyzed it. Her sister hadn’t been seen in weeks that turned into a few months. It was scary, to think she’d been away for so long, dicking around with the BIGGEST DICK, good ol’ Karl, instead of finding Katia. The prime hid the file below the rest of her fake pre-graded tests, hoping to have her robot analyze it later, and gently shut the door behind her. That was when another office door gently opened, revealing two people, giggling and one woman scrambling to put her clothes on.
Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, but her legs hadn’t strode off yet. “Ohhh mmyyy!” the giggling woman said in shock as she had been spotted. Clumps of fabric had been gathered over her torso, and her legs had been covered in basic jeans. It was simple enough to figure out, this woman was having some fun before school started. Christa didn’t need to dwell and blurted out, “I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING!!!!”
That was when a man came around he was gaunt, perpetually white, and used his boney hand to move open the door even more, “That’s exactly what someone who had seen something, would say,” his eye were black, his hair, just as dark, and his lips had formed into a prideful smile, rather than that of an embarrassed employee. In fact, as Christa found herself but inches from his face, he looked like he was brimming with triumph, and not in that after-sex glow kind of way.
He was also not wearing pants, and made no effort to hide it. Christa, keen marksman with expert eyesight had frozen like a deer-in-the-headlights. She looked away, and back at the woman, “I’m very sorry-”
“Oh, don’t be,” he had said. He gave her the creeps and would not move his eyes from her. Like he was imagining her naked, but worse, like he was reading her mind.
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