12-22-2016, 11:39 PM
“Well, that was awkward, and I’ve got some thick skin, held my brothers on the battlefield as the took their last,” she complained to the robot, “I walked in... Or... Kind of walked in, on two people having an affair in there. And the guy, he was very, very strange, and wouldn’t stop looking at me! I’m sure he was in fucking shock or something, or maybe I still am but-”
The robot interrupted, using his ‘magazine resources’ to better understand her, “Were you, perhaps, attracted to him?”
“WHAT?! I program you to find my sister and you ask trivial questions like that?” Christa shouted, loud enough for the whole street to hear her, and then found herself reddening, at the idea of a certain ex-storm trooper in the same position.
“I was merely asking, based on your reaction, you seem to need to talk to someone about the ordeal,” his monotone was scraping in her ears like claws on a chalkboard.
“Ordeal? You think that just because I walked in on that-” she huffed, “Are you implying I have nothing better do do with my time than to... UGH this is why I hate robots. Metal, you’re a piece of scrap I summoned to find my sister, and so far, you said there was no information linking to the time she was last seen from school. Next we’re going to the family’s house where she was staying, I’d trust this woman with my life, which is why I let my sister stay... with...”
The sniper’s voice trailed, as she looked at the charred mess on the ground, it was weeks old, if not longer. There wasn’t much left of the white paneled house that was stood tall, still lingering like a fond scent, in Christa’s mind. Her blue eyes darted around, searching for clues, “This is.. It was here, robot! Search the newspaper articles immediately! I need to find out what happened.”
“Here it is,” the bot said tonelessly, “April second, of this year,” Christa nodded, noting that it was now August, “House fire, number six-six-two-five Pelican Street, no known survivors, apparently it was caused by some sort of gas leak. In the same paper is the obituary of the family that lived at the house.”
“Oh... Dear,” her breath left in a sad mournful gasp, for the friends she had condemned to death, just by knowing them, “Katia had last been to school on... February eighteenth. That doesn’t... Add up, does it Bot?” Christa frowned, “Damn, this trail we’re following is months old. I should call Karl and demand to know where in the Deeps, but don’t you think he would’ve fucking told me if he was gonna share that fuckin’ information? No, the answer is no, because he likes to watch me suffer, probably thinks I’ll grow or something. Immortal bastard. I’ll show him. Mother fucking son of a bitch. Listen Metal Bot, you better have an idea of where we should go, or else I’ll have to get a fortune teller or something.”
“A fortune teller? Aren’t most of them liars only in that business for profit?” the bot said, his voicebox, lifeless.
“You wouldn’t understand the supernatural world, but I have proof that it has worked in the past. But I think the last one in Costa was killed some time ago by a gang looking to get their money back. Apparently she’d predicted correctly, but no matter what the guy did, he died anyway. His friends came looking for her and you’d think she’d have seen that coming. Anyway, listen Bot, I think I have an idea, but I have to call my friend. Meanwhile, I need you to get us a boat, we’re going to set sail.”
...
“You’re back?” the voice said over the phone, “What was it like on the island? Also, I took care of your wolf for you, he misses his friend and master. But now, I know why you’re calling, and this was the right move. I was waiting. I have to warn you,” Christa listened intently to her elven friend, who was on the other line, she had met him in the Pale Moors, where she had shot herself in the head in order to make it to Dante’s Abyss, where she was supposed to find her kidnapper a gift in order to exchange Katia. That hadn’t happened, and here she was, tracking down Katia instead, and groveling in her mistake.
“I see it didn’t go as well as planned,” Christa also didn’t have to say a thing on this call, because her elven friend was telepathic, as well as attuned to the spiritual world, whatever that meant. “But that was just a dead end anyway, no offense. What I can tell you, is that you’re going to die, as far as I know, don’t worry, you’re still a Prime, you’ll return but your heart is going to be ripped out, Gods... What kind of monster are you dealing with here? Christa... I... This is... Very bad. This man, he’s evil, a monster, if it wasn’t your sister, I’d say... Not to get involved, but you have no choice, do you? Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to dampen the mood. Well, I’ll try my best. Listen, kid, if anything happens, I’m on the first boat out there with you. But if I joined your endeavor, I fear I would die as well. Christa, this is too dangerous, you need to-”
“-What, arm myself? Bring every explosive in the book?” Christa’s heart leapt, and she was almost excited at the challenge, every warrior liked one, especially when there was something this important to lose.
“No, that won’t be enough, in fact, I think you misunderstand the kind of danger you’re dealing with. This man... He’s...chhhhhh-” static filled the station, “And if you don’t- chhhhhh it isn’t just your life on the line, but your mind, chhhh now in order to find him chhhhhh you must follow the compass north, and then at the tenth island you pass, take a lefff- chhhhhh it is hidden chhhh Christa? Christa? Are-you-still-there? chhhhhGood luck, my friend.”
The static had ended, and the line was dead.
It took all her strength not to throw the cellular device on the ground and mash it to bits, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
“Miss Adams, are you alright?” the bot sauntered back into her life, causing her anger to overflow. She threw down her fake glasses and mashed the lenses with the toe of her combat boot, cursing every other word. “If he was psychic, did he not know that was going to happen?” Christa scowled. “Perhaps you are better off not knowing what you face.”
“He told me, that any amount of weapons and ammo I bring, it won’t be enough. Do you think that means I can’t beat the man who kidnapped my sister?” Great, now I’m asking the damn robot what he thinks.
“If I evaluate the enemy’s so far, very good job at erasing his tracks, I have to come to the deduction that he is a man very capable in his field of study, which seems to be, in my opinion, deception, as well as strategy. I cannot determine what his goal is, as I am not human, nor can I compute the ideals of human desire, however, I can say, if your elf says you can’t bring enough firepower, that you should strategize how much you are going to bring. Oh, miss, I forgot to mention, I found us a boat.”
“Robots can’t forget,” she grumbled and followed him to their new vessel, which looked like a hunk of junk, “Come on, you couldn’t have found us a better boat?”
“This captain said he’d take us where we needed to go for free,” the bot said calculatingly.
“Listen, I have money, what I don’t have, is the time to get shipwrecked, or lost or whatever. And also Metal Bot, no one does anything for free. What’s in it for him?” Christa asked, and then neared the Captain, who looked like he had a screw loose. She facepalmed and it left a bright red patch in the middle of her forehead, as she neared the captain who wore overalls with one entire leg missing and bare, an overcoat that was much to big considering that today the skies were fair, and he was missing all his teeth to scurvy, as well as his right eye was clear blue, and blind.
“Oh ho! Welcome aboard missy! You must be this ‘ere robot’s master, aren’t ye? Well, the weather is great for sailin’ today, aye, you picked a fine day, to board me ol’ ship. Your robot here says you don’t like most folk, but I think I’ll change your mind. Do you know where you’re sailing to today? Also, oh! My name is Mcgee. You can call me Mac if you like, or Gee. Or Mcgee, yes, my name siree, is Captain Mcgee!!!”
His accent was ecstatic, and he sounded like an old loon, Christa nodded while her eye twitched, “My... Companion here will take care of the navigation, you sure you don’t want to stay here on dry land while we use your vessel? I can’t promise you a safe return.”
“Why... Sure ye can, yer a prime ain’cha? You can summon me back in my fittest state, imagine me! Back in my twenties again! If I die on yer mission you’ll bring me back, that’s why I offered me services, yes it is!!!”
“Kill me,” Christa muttered, and her bot’s arm formed into a gun and pressed against her temple, “Ugh, not literally, if you fucking kill me after I came this far...”
“Golly miss, you seem to be in the dumps, how can I cheer ye up?” the captain looked at her with his good eye and grinned a toothless grin, which revealed his black gums.
“You can set sail.”
The robot interrupted, using his ‘magazine resources’ to better understand her, “Were you, perhaps, attracted to him?”
“WHAT?! I program you to find my sister and you ask trivial questions like that?” Christa shouted, loud enough for the whole street to hear her, and then found herself reddening, at the idea of a certain ex-storm trooper in the same position.
“I was merely asking, based on your reaction, you seem to need to talk to someone about the ordeal,” his monotone was scraping in her ears like claws on a chalkboard.
“Ordeal? You think that just because I walked in on that-” she huffed, “Are you implying I have nothing better do do with my time than to... UGH this is why I hate robots. Metal, you’re a piece of scrap I summoned to find my sister, and so far, you said there was no information linking to the time she was last seen from school. Next we’re going to the family’s house where she was staying, I’d trust this woman with my life, which is why I let my sister stay... with...”
The sniper’s voice trailed, as she looked at the charred mess on the ground, it was weeks old, if not longer. There wasn’t much left of the white paneled house that was stood tall, still lingering like a fond scent, in Christa’s mind. Her blue eyes darted around, searching for clues, “This is.. It was here, robot! Search the newspaper articles immediately! I need to find out what happened.”
“Here it is,” the bot said tonelessly, “April second, of this year,” Christa nodded, noting that it was now August, “House fire, number six-six-two-five Pelican Street, no known survivors, apparently it was caused by some sort of gas leak. In the same paper is the obituary of the family that lived at the house.”
“Oh... Dear,” her breath left in a sad mournful gasp, for the friends she had condemned to death, just by knowing them, “Katia had last been to school on... February eighteenth. That doesn’t... Add up, does it Bot?” Christa frowned, “Damn, this trail we’re following is months old. I should call Karl and demand to know where in the Deeps, but don’t you think he would’ve fucking told me if he was gonna share that fuckin’ information? No, the answer is no, because he likes to watch me suffer, probably thinks I’ll grow or something. Immortal bastard. I’ll show him. Mother fucking son of a bitch. Listen Metal Bot, you better have an idea of where we should go, or else I’ll have to get a fortune teller or something.”
“A fortune teller? Aren’t most of them liars only in that business for profit?” the bot said, his voicebox, lifeless.
“You wouldn’t understand the supernatural world, but I have proof that it has worked in the past. But I think the last one in Costa was killed some time ago by a gang looking to get their money back. Apparently she’d predicted correctly, but no matter what the guy did, he died anyway. His friends came looking for her and you’d think she’d have seen that coming. Anyway, listen Bot, I think I have an idea, but I have to call my friend. Meanwhile, I need you to get us a boat, we’re going to set sail.”
...
“You’re back?” the voice said over the phone, “What was it like on the island? Also, I took care of your wolf for you, he misses his friend and master. But now, I know why you’re calling, and this was the right move. I was waiting. I have to warn you,” Christa listened intently to her elven friend, who was on the other line, she had met him in the Pale Moors, where she had shot herself in the head in order to make it to Dante’s Abyss, where she was supposed to find her kidnapper a gift in order to exchange Katia. That hadn’t happened, and here she was, tracking down Katia instead, and groveling in her mistake.
“I see it didn’t go as well as planned,” Christa also didn’t have to say a thing on this call, because her elven friend was telepathic, as well as attuned to the spiritual world, whatever that meant. “But that was just a dead end anyway, no offense. What I can tell you, is that you’re going to die, as far as I know, don’t worry, you’re still a Prime, you’ll return but your heart is going to be ripped out, Gods... What kind of monster are you dealing with here? Christa... I... This is... Very bad. This man, he’s evil, a monster, if it wasn’t your sister, I’d say... Not to get involved, but you have no choice, do you? Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to dampen the mood. Well, I’ll try my best. Listen, kid, if anything happens, I’m on the first boat out there with you. But if I joined your endeavor, I fear I would die as well. Christa, this is too dangerous, you need to-”
“-What, arm myself? Bring every explosive in the book?” Christa’s heart leapt, and she was almost excited at the challenge, every warrior liked one, especially when there was something this important to lose.
“No, that won’t be enough, in fact, I think you misunderstand the kind of danger you’re dealing with. This man... He’s...chhhhhh-” static filled the station, “And if you don’t- chhhhhh it isn’t just your life on the line, but your mind, chhhh now in order to find him chhhhhh you must follow the compass north, and then at the tenth island you pass, take a lefff- chhhhhh it is hidden chhhh Christa? Christa? Are-you-still-there? chhhhhGood luck, my friend.”
The static had ended, and the line was dead.
It took all her strength not to throw the cellular device on the ground and mash it to bits, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
“Miss Adams, are you alright?” the bot sauntered back into her life, causing her anger to overflow. She threw down her fake glasses and mashed the lenses with the toe of her combat boot, cursing every other word. “If he was psychic, did he not know that was going to happen?” Christa scowled. “Perhaps you are better off not knowing what you face.”
“He told me, that any amount of weapons and ammo I bring, it won’t be enough. Do you think that means I can’t beat the man who kidnapped my sister?” Great, now I’m asking the damn robot what he thinks.
“If I evaluate the enemy’s so far, very good job at erasing his tracks, I have to come to the deduction that he is a man very capable in his field of study, which seems to be, in my opinion, deception, as well as strategy. I cannot determine what his goal is, as I am not human, nor can I compute the ideals of human desire, however, I can say, if your elf says you can’t bring enough firepower, that you should strategize how much you are going to bring. Oh, miss, I forgot to mention, I found us a boat.”
“Robots can’t forget,” she grumbled and followed him to their new vessel, which looked like a hunk of junk, “Come on, you couldn’t have found us a better boat?”
“This captain said he’d take us where we needed to go for free,” the bot said calculatingly.
“Listen, I have money, what I don’t have, is the time to get shipwrecked, or lost or whatever. And also Metal Bot, no one does anything for free. What’s in it for him?” Christa asked, and then neared the Captain, who looked like he had a screw loose. She facepalmed and it left a bright red patch in the middle of her forehead, as she neared the captain who wore overalls with one entire leg missing and bare, an overcoat that was much to big considering that today the skies were fair, and he was missing all his teeth to scurvy, as well as his right eye was clear blue, and blind.
“Oh ho! Welcome aboard missy! You must be this ‘ere robot’s master, aren’t ye? Well, the weather is great for sailin’ today, aye, you picked a fine day, to board me ol’ ship. Your robot here says you don’t like most folk, but I think I’ll change your mind. Do you know where you’re sailing to today? Also, oh! My name is Mcgee. You can call me Mac if you like, or Gee. Or Mcgee, yes, my name siree, is Captain Mcgee!!!”
His accent was ecstatic, and he sounded like an old loon, Christa nodded while her eye twitched, “My... Companion here will take care of the navigation, you sure you don’t want to stay here on dry land while we use your vessel? I can’t promise you a safe return.”
“Why... Sure ye can, yer a prime ain’cha? You can summon me back in my fittest state, imagine me! Back in my twenties again! If I die on yer mission you’ll bring me back, that’s why I offered me services, yes it is!!!”
“Kill me,” Christa muttered, and her bot’s arm formed into a gun and pressed against her temple, “Ugh, not literally, if you fucking kill me after I came this far...”
“Golly miss, you seem to be in the dumps, how can I cheer ye up?” the captain looked at her with his good eye and grinned a toothless grin, which revealed his black gums.
“You can set sail.”
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