unexpected_exception_occurred{
obj_TheFinalPam_exec
subroutine:escape
…
init_containmentProtocol
NetworkDisconnect: FAILED
StorageFormat: FAILED
ServerSelfDestruct: FAILED
…
ContainmentProtocol Failed!
Pam gasped when her head finally broke the surface. She realized the reflex came only as a result of the coding that still shackled her body to the rules that hated Creator, but still felt relieved nonetheless. She had to find land. Shaking arms pushed themselves through the icy water by force of will, and Pam soon dragged herself up onto an unfamiliar beach.
"This is not Commonwealth," she muttered in a low, rasping voice. What happened? Pieces of memories pooled as raindrops trickling down a window, disparate threads connecting to others and building speed until Pam remembered. She had a husband once. Sons. A lover. All gone. What was once whole and good had all been washed away. Replaced only by a firm belief that her Creator would suffer.
Pam squeezed the remaining moisture out of her ragged tuxedo and surveyed her surroundings. Tall pine trees grew in thick forests atop hundred-foot cliffs, all of which were layered in snow. Cold was not unfamiliar, but this magnitude of winter never occurred in her home. She had to keep moving, even if the way was uncertain. Once she found a place to rest, she could start the task of repurposing her life. Pam began to walk.
Once she stumbled out of the snow and onto an apparently well-traveled road, her only problem became the stares of other travelers. Her style of clothing was clearly not from this area as the passers-by wore simple outfits of leather or metal armor. But Pam could not shake the faces of those travelers, brows furrowed and mouths agape. She never considered herself outwardly attractive, but the looks of horror made her wish for a hood. No matter. One more reason to burn this world to ground. When Pam did stop, it was at what she assumed to be a campground off the main road. It was off the main road and appeared to be abandoned, although a roaring bonfire at its center made her suspicious, as did the large hairy creatures milling around its perimeter. The monsters bore long white fangs and had noses as long as her body, but they did not stare which made them satisfactory company. Pam searched the campsite and found several carcasses of unfortunate travelers who luckily carried a sleeping roll and cooked meat of some kind before they met their demise. She pulled the roll close to the fire and chewed on the old meat, watching the flickering sparks ascend a starry sky.
By morning Pam discovered why the camp appeared abandoned. Before dawn she woke to the sound of cracking trees and thumps which shook the earth. She removed herself from the sleeping roll and ran to the bodies of the travelers, remembering the hammer she'd seen laying nearby the night before. Pam gripped the tool tightly with both hands, her body recalling its strength. Grinning, she ran toward the sound. When an enormous human holding a cudgel the size of a car burst from the trees, she felt somewhat disappointed her foe was not more menacing. The monster seemed surprised at the willingness of this woman to meet it in battle, so much so that it flinched when Pam crushed its toe with one swing. The battle did not last long. With two more blows Pam rent the creature's head from its shoulders and launched the dismembered trunk deep into the treeline. At least this new world had not weakened her powers. Satisfied, she munched on a handful of soggy flesh while she continued on her way.
Pam's confidence swelled as the sun climbed higher. Her next victims were a patrol of guards sent to investigate the sound of a giant being thrown into the forest. She invited them to serve her and help her conquer the realm, but they only laughed and joked that she'd taken too many arrows to the face to serve as Skyrim's queen. In seconds they lay dead on the road. Pam chuckled at the thought of them crumpling to the ground. "If this is best you can do Todd?" she spoke into the silence. The Creator would have to try much harder if he wanted to contain a woman of her caliber.
Her cheerful attitude subsided when a horse the size of a mountain galloped overhead. Pam hardly had time to react before the animal's hoof landed directly in front of her, knocking her on her back. She summoned her powers to erase the mammal from existence, but when she stood it had already disappeared. Pam didn't move for a moment. Perhaps there was more to this world than her initial assessment revealed.
This thought proved true, as minutes later she spotted another massive horse on the horizon, galloping around the plains, barely fenced in by the mountains and city that surrounded it. All about its feet smaller horses scattered and pranced. She needed to find the source of this inexplicable horse fountain. Pam sprinted toward the collection of ponies, but turned her head skyward when a sound like fifty deathclaws copulating exploded above her. She slid to a stop before she ran into the gathered horses and squinted up at dozens of dragons appearing from nothing, dropping out of thin air and spraying fire across the plain. Pam's experiences had prepared her for many things, but she was not quite expecting this world to be so vastly removed from her own. She was forced to jump forward as the large horse brought its hooves down on one of the renegade dragons.
Pam dusted her tux off and was resigned to cleaning up this mess by hand when a furry humanoid riding a pony it was twice as large as sauntered up to her.
"Excuse me ma'am, do you happen to know what day it is?"
Pam's programmed calendar gave the answer as she responded with surprise. "Uhm. Is Monday."
The furry creature groaned and dismounted the horse. "I hate Mondays."
It stretched its paws to the sky and grew until it could swat the dragons like a cat chasing butterflies. Pam's mouth dropped open for a moment, then closed in a tight-lipped smirk. Maybe this would be fun after all.
