CutMan and the Yellow Ranger.
Another disaster. Rubble everywhere.
"Ma'am you are under arrest!" I have my hand on my belt. The device the technicians lent me the Police Restraint Application Device or Prad. This lady is the one causing the disasters. I'm trying to stay cool. The second emotion I ever felt was "anger". All the dead civilians I had to put into body bags, was caused because of her attacking earth.
She is not paying attention to me. She is speaking to the yellow Ranger talking about nonsense, conquering the world.
"MA'AM, PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK NOW!"
Still she ignores me. She is still talking to the Ranger. I have to move fast. The longer a altercation drags on, the more risk there are. If I am destroyed, I can be replaced. But if the woman loses her life. That is not acceptable. I'm going to restrain her.
She is cuffed. I had to use the Prad twice to subdue her. They will definitely launch an investigation into police brutality. "Thank you robot for capturing Rita. Hand her over machine."
"I'm a police officer of Angel City Police Department. She is under arrest."
"Don't be silly robot. Give her here."
"Ricky, Bigs I'm going to need back up. Stay where you are. You are under arrest for interfering with a police arrest."
The police van arrives. The woman and the Ranger, are taken into custody. Ricks and Biggs mouth's were hanging open, when I arrived at the station. The big boss called me in. He congratulated me. I want to tell him about the Prad and the woman's arrest. He said I should take two days off.
I am outside the station. My mind is numb. I have to clear my mind. I just have to take a ride. My motorcycle has a sticker on the front of the fairing. A fine "Illegally parking in a space reserved for emergency response or police staff."
I'm at my container. Alicia is here, she is sitting in the room we built together. It takes up two thirds of the size of the container. It has a super expensive bed, a small stove and various other things she chose. That were all the most expensive in the store. The room has dark hickory wooden floors, with wooden clad white painted walls and white drywall ceiling. The room is well lit. She is sitting on her favorite chair looking out of the large glass wall, that makes up the wall off the room. She is busy playing Tetris on her handheld. I look, if at least the cartridge is in and there is a charge. She is holding it upside down. I take it and turn it around. I press start. It plays the level's music. Her eyes wander. She looks at the screen and starts playing.
Climbing on top of the container. My reinforced fold-up garden chair is sitting there. I sit down. Looking out at the harbor. The seagulls are flying everywhere. A group of them are clumped together. They must have found something to eat. They are fighting some fly away. Is it a flock or group of seagulls? I want to "cry".
"The big wigs have decided not to extend your contract."
"But the contract is not finished yet boss?" "The assholes are trying to save face CM. You arresting the witch and the Ranger. Have left them looking like fools and the Rangers also look like idiots." "What do you mean boss?" "If you could easily arrest the witch and the Ranger. Why was all that death and destruction necessary?"
"Still boss..." "They are panicking trying to suppress the news. Someone has to take the fall for this scandal! CM they want to pin everything on you. When I was at the meeting, they even tried to make up lies. But they could see I was going to kill them. So they did everything in their power to fire you." "Boss?" "CM I'm sorry. The guys have been working nonstop day and night, to look for any law and way to keep you on the force. We just couldn't find a way. They also had the best lawyers on their side. I'm sorry to ask you this, but please hand in your equipment. We have written off your body parts, as a loss. So don't worry about that."
After greeting everyone I left. What am I going to do now?
I probably would not need to work anymore. For at least 40 years. While saving up for dad and mom's retirement. I had discovered investing and learned how to work the stock market. Keeping a connection to the stocks and writing a program. I could instantly react to changes in the market. Buying and selling. Dad and mom can travel the world and never worry about money anymore. Still I can't sit and do nothing, Alicia needs help. Only I can keep her safe and protect the people from her. No living man can resist her charms.
I cant face my parents now. No matter what I would say. They wouldn't accept a single zenny from me. I am in a line at the government building. I'm filing an unemployment form. My suit is dirty and I've lost a few buttons. "Number 301." My number I move to the counter. The young woman has a bored look on her face, I know how she feels. When nothing happened for weeks at the PD everyone gets that look. "Morning, how are you?" her eyes open wide. "YOU'RE CUTMAN! EVERYONE COME ITS CM!".
I see a lot of faces I know. Some are people, that were walking the wrong path. That we could pull out of the darkness. Working a job and being a person that matters. After many greetings and receiving thank you's from people, we had helped. I was already missing being a police officer. Not for being praised but for helping people out of the hole I was in. Before my life started again so many years ago. I am given an unemployment form and a social number. I won't claim the benefits. But they put you on a short list for new jobs, when they come in. I look at the list of jobs on the board. There is nothing I see that interests me. Being a police officer is like no other job. It will be very hard for me to adjust. Maybe an office job? The pay is not to bad and the hours are more forgiving than at the PD. I would be able to spend more time with Alicia.
I am outside again I see two of my buttons I pick them up. Alicia can fix clothes no problems. Still the Rangers pushing me around. Because of the yellow Ranger that I arrested. I wont file a complaint. But they should realize the law applies to everyone. I see it, my "heart" is glad. My yellow Belatti 748.
I'm going to ride through the mountain pass. I take the corners so low. The motorcycle's foot pegs are scraping on the ground. I clip the apex while staying in my lane. Slowly pulling the throttle. While riding I push the bike up while exiting the corner. I'm riding upright again. I drop two gears. Turning the throttle, the supercharger starts kicking in. It's the "dragon" three long blind corners. I want to go full out. But the road is not closed for a hill climb event. It will still be a month before the next Hill Master event. I follow the road going through the long corners. I feel free. My "soul" is glad. I feel the pressure of the wind, pushing on my metal body. The resistance when passing through the wind. I imagine this feeling is similar to when I race past expensive convertible sportscar's the rich old guys with hats and their young girlfriends hair flying everywhere. The force blowing the hair flying about. Must feel the same as the resistance on my face.
Alicia has left. Where could she have gone? She always brings back heaps of zenny bills. Undoubtedly either working as a prostitute or dancing in strip clubs. I think I "love" her. But it could because of her working her "charms" on me. When they outlawed sex robots. Years ago the politician was extremely strict about the underground sex trade of pleasure robots. There were massive crackdowns. All of the robots were destroyed. I was working a case with Biggs. We discovered one of the triads supplying the memory chips. They were using to enable the pleasure robots to be reprogrammed for various other uses. Shockingly even murder.
When we went in to arrest the triad's members. While clearing the rooms looking for suspects. I met her she was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. She was leaning in a corner with dead eyes staring at the floor. She was dirty and barely clothed. The triad members had prepared for us. Bigs was shooting at them. I contacted HQ for backup. While evacuating her at first I thought she was human. She looked like any person. When I held her tears were flowing. But when picking her up I knew, no woman could have her bodies frame and weigh so much.
The gang members were arrested. The body bags were brought. To fetch the bodies of the gang who had engaged Bigs in the fire fight. They wanted to destroy her too. But she was so human like. The people tasked with destroying the robots refused immediately. They could not believe her to be a machine. It was decided that I should watch over her. Her charms were to strong for any man to resist. Mom and Dad adopted her and she was sent to live with me. I had stayed in an apartment, close to the station but that soon led to disaster. Luckily nothing happened and the situation was defused. So we moved to the docks. I bought a container. We started staying here. Unlike myself she needs food and water. Her lifelike skin needs protein and she needs water for her pleasure parts and to clean herself inside.
Robotics have developed so much in the time since Dr Wily made me. That robots were so advanced. People were having discussions about giving robots the same rights as "living beings". Some even speculating we could have "real emotions" and "souls". Those ideas were immediately squashed by law givers and religious leaders. If robots were given the same rights. They would not be able to fulfill the functions they were intended to do. Unpaid laborious, dangerous work and/or tedious tasks. The religious people were also against this. As their gods had created only them. I didn't disagree with them. I was given the right to exist. Due to the final project of my brothers robotics doctorates degree.
The project was, to make a sentient being.
Finish.