Target Located; Prelude into a Cold Fire (Ch. 2)

I woke up late this morning because of my scheming last night. When in the shower this morning, I got a call.

'You're late,' said that perturbing voice that I have had to endure everyday. A video screen dawned on my shower wall.

'Hello to you too,' was my reply while I scrubbed the shampoo out of my hair. I opened my eyes to see a chubby man with a big red nose wearing a white overcoat glaring at me.

'What do you want, Signious?'

'Mog! What have I told you about being late? I will deprogram you.'

'No you won't,' I replied in a cocky way. 'You need me too much to terminate my system.' This maddened my creator.

'You're impossible even when you're naked damnit!' The screen blacked out and dissolved off my wall silently.

I sighed and stepped out of the shower. 'How annoying—shower off—he always visits me in the shower—towel—what a perverted bastard—lights on.'

'Good morning Mog, please sit down so I can hook you up to the main frame and upload your assignment for today,' a computer generated voice said while turning on the lights around a chair entangled in wires.

'Thanks Molly.' I slipped off my towel and sat down in the chair. I could feel a cold sensation on my skin that made my back tingle slightly. Wires stretched out of the chair and implanted them into the outlets in my body as they emerged out of my body; three wires plugged into each side of my ribs and two on my shoulders. One plug slid into the back of my head as I closed my eyes relaxing.

This time when I talked, my voice came out as a male's computer generated voice, 'All systems go, logging on.'

My body sagged as my mind left it to enter the world of my God. I soared through bits and pieces of information; people chatting online, someone uploading a song, someone looking at pornography, government, FBI, etcetera…

Where the hell are they today, I thought agitated. When I came to the computer I wanted; Sector 8's mainframe computer, I uploaded my program and sent them a message.

(What have you got for me today?)

(Is that you Mog?)

(Who the hell else would it be?)

(Why didn't you just stop in?)

(I barely even got out of the shower before Signious decided he wanted to pester me again.)

(Again, that horny bastard! Hold on, I'll connect you to his computer.)

I waited for a greeting but wasn't surprised when Signious got right to the point.

(There is a place on Fushigi Ave. Today the Vice Minister is holding a meeting. Many people will be there. Terminate the meeting and as many people in the room as you can. He must not live.)

(See you tonight)

I terminated the conversation and his program while making my way back to my computer: my body.

I was knocked 5.6 feet from the chair after re-entering my main system. The impact of knowledge does a lot to my engineered body so it does good to just lie on the floor before I get back up. An override could kill me.

Signious is my creator; yes. I appreciate what he has done for me. I do not show it though. It is weak to show emotions and particularly fatuous. Signious is weak. He thinks that I will protect him, but someday I will not be there to protect him. I do not have any emotions for him so I do not feel anything about his termination.

I stood up and dressed quickly putting on special clothes in order to complete my mission; a black wet suit and knee boots. It is easier to move around in the black wet suit and it is the only suit that will camouflage with the rest of my body. Had I worn anything else, it would look like clothing walking around by itself. And I am not out to scare anyone; I'm there to kill.