The Last Eliminator
Quote:
"Ethics cannot be based upon our obligations toward [people], but they are complete and natural only when we feel this Reverence for Life and the desire to have compassion for and to help all creatures insofar as it is in our power. I think that this ethic will become more and more recognized because of its great naturalness and because it is the foundation of a true humanism toward which we must strive if our culture is to become truly ethical."
~*~
"TURNER-!"
The boy hardly managed to let out a cry of alarm before metallic arms slammed into his body-or his body slammed into the metal, give or take-
but the intent was clear.
"Oooof!"
The robot swirved violently in midair, before it crashed, careful that Timmy wasn't getting full the full brace and hit from the fall.
CRASH!
The world was violently spinning from the movement-and Timmy groaned.
Sort of like when he had that third cup of chocolate at StarYucks....!
He tasted bile, scowled, and his blue orbs became hazy.
Everything phased black.
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Timmy blinked.
And blinked again.
As the all too familiar features overtook him, his heart sank, blue orbs now glistening with tears as he buried his face in his pillow-cranium feeling
oddly heavy.
It had all been a dream.
Just like everything else in this frozen heck, there was no dispelling this nightmare.
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Finally, eyes now brilliant pink, Timmy raised his head, snuffling.
He was lying in his painfully dull four poster again, the Eliminator nowhere in sight.
The boy slowly raised his head, and winced.
"Ow-!"
Geez, what was with his head? More morphine?
No....
The ten year old hesitantly put a hand to his cheek, and slowly allowed it to travel upwards, until it hit an unexpected bump of fabric.
There was a series of bandages wrapped around his forehead. Timmy's eyes slowly narrowed and peered downwards with remembrance.
Oh.
That was-
"TIMMY TURNER!"
The boy jumped, heart thudding wildly as three tons of steel came crashing down from the ceiling, burning green eyes caught in the astonished
blue.
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"LOOK WHAT YOU ALMOST DID, YOU LITTLE TWERP! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT DANGER YOU WOULD'VE PUT US ALL IN IF YOU HAD-"
Timmy's temper flared up.
"I NEVER ASKED TO BE THE HUMAN SACRIFICE HERE, YOU BIG PALOOKA! And..." A grin found Timmy's lips.
"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink."
The ELiminator scowled.
"But you can also make him drown. And when you remind him of that, he'll probably be willing to drink."
Timmy gulped as the Eliminator advanced on him, desperately pulling himself into his covers, feet too deadened to bolt like his mind was telling him
to.
Generally, he thought he might've opened a round of "uh-oh" onto himself with this one.....
Well, you couldn't deny THIS was a nice change of pace.
Stricken with terror as he was, Timmy couldn't help but appreciate the change of scenery as the robot seized him, tucked him under a steel
barrage of arms, and shot off into the night, stars flickering like diamond hewed pearls.
The universe was set at it's finest, cool air whipping repeatably at Timmy's forehead, causing chestnut locks to fall haphazardly into his eyes.
But he didn't close him, too great was his euphoria of freedom.
....or as close as you could get when a steel killing machine was flying through space with you in its grasp.
Timmy's smile faded somewhat.
~*~
At last.
He'd grown quite bored of waiting. At least he'd been able to reuse his slightest damage pack, however.
Scowling dangerously-a good half of his once handsome features sunk into scar tissue-Kanone Hilbert was hungrily staring at the two, a harpoon
generator directed straightly at the titanium creature himself, amber eyes sparkling in the darkness.