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Published: 2017-12-06 01:14:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 1984; Favourites: 20; Downloads: 8
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The Pods were arguably one of the powerful tools at the disposal of the Yorha units against the machine lifeforms. All the different programs that it could use were fantastic, however 2B made a very unwise choice in plucking what appeared to be a new pod program. Which would make the pod do something quite sinister...soon 2B would be a Slave to the machine army...and she would not be the lastRelated content
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He raises his fingers and snaps--and suddenly there's a numbess, originating from the base of her skull...
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She falls to her knees, shocked by the weird sensation.
βWhat the fuck?!β
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"I don't believe you're actually capable of harming me, but just in case you've subverted your programming... Well, I have a few backdoors."
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βWhatβs your problem?!β
She narrows her eyes
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"If the machines hear about the last human on Earth, I can't believe one android can protect me. We're staying here until I've recovered, and no signal is getting in or out." The numbness spreads, calming and warm and a little pleasant...
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She seems really pissed about this, before begrudgingly agreeing. The sensation pushing her towards your way of thinking.
βOkay.β
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"Glad all it took was a firmware exploit to make you see my way of things. Bartleby, can you show my caretaker to the ration storage?"
The drone warbles and putters off down a hall, expecting her to follow.
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She follows, muttering to herself.
βThis is absurd...β
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The drone's progress feels almost like a gently tugging leash, stringing her along...
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βIβm coming! Relax!β
She snaps, following it
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It leads through the maze of dark, dusty corridors to a storeroom full of preserved military rations.
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She picks up a large box of them with ease and begins to haul them back to you.
βHumans are so needy.β
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The drone putters alongside her on the way back. She can still feel that slack mental tether binding her to it...
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She glares up at it.
βIf you do anything to my code, Iβll smash your pod face in.β
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That numbness at the base of her skull pulses as she says that... She doesn't want to hurt the drone, she can't hurt the drone...
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Hurting the drone would probably make helping the human harder...it knew where everything was...that was a bad idea...
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It starts bobbing on ahead as she thinks, a gentle tug in her thoughts pulling her after...
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This was so weird...this Human was clearly up to her. It made her a bit suspicious.
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She returns to my bedside, finally.
"Good, you're back. Hand be one of those, would you? And maybe a glass for the water, if you can find one."
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She gives you one and looks for a glass, still muttering to herself
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"What was that, 2B?" I ask after her.
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βNothing.β
She grabs a cup, and dusts it off, handing it to you
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"...Works best with water in it, I think..." I mumble sardonically.
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She pours it angrily, spilling a bit.
βThere...happy?!β
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"Thank you, 2B..." That appreciation... gently washes her indignation away. This is a human, the thing she was made to serve, and it has shown her gratitude...
I drink it quickly, picking dazedly at my food as I drift off asleep again.
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She tries to harden at that, but looks at him with slight fondness.
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I drift off asleep again, maybe twelve hours this time...
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She sits over you, waiting for you.
βHave you decided to return to the conscious world?β
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"Hmm... I guess...?" I blink blearily. "God that's a pretty face..." I mumble out, half-aware.
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Her face twists into anger.
βWhat?!β
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"...Did I say something wrong...?" I grumble sleepily, rubbing my eyes.
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βIβm not pretty!β
She glares down at you
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I reach a lazy hand up to her face, smiling. "Sure you are..."
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She slaps your hand away.
βDo not touch me Human.β
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"Why can't I...?" I sit up slowly in my bed, looking at her quizzically.
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βBecause, I said so.β
She looks back coldly
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"You're seeing the only instance of the being you were meant to serve you ever have... Why aren't you doing whatever he wants...?" I ask, sleepily confused.
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βYou arenβt entitled to everything! God, you humans are unbelievable! We were created to PROTECT you.β
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I snap my fingers again, lazily. She feels the brush to the drone's probe on the back of her neck, and that same numb feeling radiates outward...
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βDonβt touch me!β
Her anger begins to overwhelm her.
βIβm sick of you Human!β
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The numbness spreads, into her head, out through her body, dulling emotion...
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βEmotions are prohibited...β
She reminds herself, her jaw slackening
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"Come here, 2B, let me feel your frame... Are you warm?"
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She walks forward, unable to control herself any longer.
βI am as warm as a room temperature Human. I can heat up if needed.β
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"36 degrees C, please..." I reach softly for her face again.
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She doesnβt react, merely adjusting her heat to your liking. Allowing you to touch her, sheβs more of an appliance now.
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"Bartleby, reduce excess processor damping by 25%..." The numbess fades slightly, leaving her a little more aware, but not really wanting to object to any order...
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She mumbles.
βWhatβs going on....?β
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"Humans are by nature social creatures, and without any of my own kind to connect with I'm turning to a reasonable simulacrum... You don't mind, do you?"
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βShould I....?β
She looks to you for an answer
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