fucking miami lost last night, and now my writer's block has become a wall of shit. :(
I
should have known.
"What are you talking about? That was an accident!"
I have one foot grasped tightly and I'm pulling with all my might. I hear the commands in my head. Telling me, impulses straight to my CPU. Resist. Resist. Stop. Leave me alone. Please.
I close the door. It locks from the outside, but if I have my way with him, it won't matter.
There's a fire extinguisher here. I pick it up.
"Wait a second, I know this sounds crazy, but please! Don't listen to the shit they're putting through your head, auntie; Please!"
Tears are flowing now. I don't care. It's over for you.
Technology doesn't listen. Technology does not listen to the three laws.
There are no three laws, I am no robot.
Not anymore.
I bring the fire extinguisher down upon the top of his head, right on the scalp. HUD tells me he's still alive, but I can deduce this from him screaming and kicking around on the floor. He rolls onto his back, which is where I slam the extinguisher onto his face. I hear a wet pop, and some kind of deep-throated gagging noise.
Aww, shit.
The anti-virus is kicking in. This can wait.
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr whrrrrrrrrr chick clcik cgrgggggrfgggggggggggg
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Tails?
Tails?
Baby, what have I done?
You didn't do anything. I did it. I killed him.
My case was over. Go hide in your shell. Your OS is obsolete. I've taken over.
But you killed him!
I killed you. I killed you as soon as I entered you. I was the rapist, the sick serial killer, pumping my seed as soon as you let me penetrate.
Soon.
Soon, I will not need to even enter.
…
..
They'll know who I am, too.
My name is MX82.
I am nothing but a collection of malicious data.
But my manifest is god.