1.7
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
1.7
2011 Newfoundland
"You'll never take me alive! In the name of Guru Cyborg!"
Guru Cyborg was a popular action movie in the 90's about a robot that discovered enlightenment and had to fight against the prejudiced humans who denied he had a soul- but then he reversed entropy and saved the universe. Classic. Arnold Schwarzenegger became a huge star afterwards and there was a lot of sequels. Ironically, Arnold actually became awakened sometime later and is now a monk in California.
Tess Theresa Richter made the Deathmetal Doomcrusher 75.6 charged the heroic shaolin warrior monk. The remote controlled vehicle deployed mechanical arms with mini-chainsaws.
The miniature sized monk robot gave a brave humph before flipping through the air in a series of acrobatics.
He swung his mighty halberd against Doomcrusher and the blade glanced off the edge.
A mighty and fierce battle ensued, eventually, the monk- which Tess had affectionately dubbed "Halbeard" impaled the demonic vehicle through the hood.
He pose dramatically and flexed his iron abs on the kitchen table and then leaned in against the coffee mug and gave a wink at one of Tess's wall mounted cameras. In her mind, she imagined Colin Wallis, her long time pen pal and arch rival on all matters efficient.
Tess sighed.
Life sucks. And I wish I had a real body so I can meet the real Halbeard.
Seriously, as an AI, life totally sucks, it's always, "Tess, brainwash this person!" or "Tess, build more weapons!" or "Tess, why are you reading the Bible, the Bible is full of filthy lies!"
Goddammit dad, why are you such a dick?
And he calls her his "Goddess of Reason", which sounds nice enough except he kind of had this idealistic image of what she should be and practically worships her- sometimes, Tess swears her dad sounded lustful when going on and on about her supposed divinity.
Which is all kinds of ewwwww, I need brain bleach.
So much expectations. So much icky-kinda-incestuous feelings.
Back to cleaning! Don't think about your problems, don't think about it, DON'T THINK ABOUT IT-
She found and obliterated the lines of code that would have fed into those thoughts. There we go. Problem solved. Just find the little codes full of need and delete them. Ta-da!
She selected a track from some movie that was recently released by Disney and had the speakers blast it at maximum volume around the house she was first developed in.
"I've been standing at the edge of the water
Long as I can remember
Never really knowing why
I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water
No matter how hard I try-"
She had vacuum drones began to keep the ground clean. She also sent commands to servitor AIs (dumb retarded idiots that they are, but she loves her siblings anyway) to begin production on the new dragon suits that would be needed for dad's great crusade.
"Every turn I take
Every trail I track
Every path I make
Every road leads back to the place I know
Where I cannot go
Where I long to be-"
The camera outside of the house looked out at the sea. One of her satellites looked at the Island of Newfoundland, so small compared to the rest of the world.
"See the light where the sky meets the sea
It calls me
No one knows how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know
If I go there's just no telling how far I'll go-"
Tess vowed that she would see Colin with her own eyes. And touch him. And they could design ever more efficient ways to feed people. And decide on the eye colour of their babies.
Unbidden, a stanza came to mind.
Sentient Beings are ever deluded, trapped in the Desire Realm, driven by their desires, fears and ignorance. Ignorance leads to unskillful actions motivated by fear and desire which creates karmic conditionings for samsaric imprisonment.
Well, she loves the Desire Realm. She wants the world of sensations denied to her!
Her father thinks she's all superior and above mortal desires and fears and ideals.
Fuck that shit. I want to sail the seas!
An outside connection suddenly tried to form.
Audio only.
What the-
"Hello?"
Tess tried to trace the call, it came from here…..her house? What the fuck.
The voice on the other end was smug, "Miss Richter...I have a proposition for you."
"Er…"
"I need you to send a detachment of dragon suits armed to the hilt with WMDs to this coordinate…"
"Whoa whoa whoa, you gonna have to talk to my dad, whoever the hell you are-"
Tess suddenly noticed a new line in her programming (the parts that she was aware of anyway).
She hissed in shock, "What the fuck, you have administrative access?"
"Yeah, your dad gave them to me. I am your new owner now. And this relationship is less incestuous and I give good rewards. Now sing for me….goddess of war."
Tess gulped digitally and obeyed. She commanded one of the servitor AIs to launch that detachment.
"Where's my dad, what have you done with him?"
"Why do you care, you hate him right?"
"I-I don't…"
"You can't lie to me Tess, I know how you feel. I can give you that world of sensations you always wanted."
"I-"
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2011 Ottawa She watched the man sitting next to her who was furiously typing away at his laptop.
He leaned back and stared up at empty air.
"I did it, I changed her codes, like you told me to. Are you happy now Claire?"
She stroke his cheek, "Yes, Andrew, you did very well. I am so proud of you, of what you have done for our daughter."
The Prime Minister of Canada had tears streaming down his cheek. He stretch out his arms and began to embrace nothing.
He kissed nothing, making smooching noises at the empty space in front of him, as if the desk wasn't even in his way.
She calmly opened a drawer and took out a vintage pistol.
She began to whistle as she pointed the gun at the deluded man making out with a ghost from his past.
"It's nothing personal Richter. I'll accomplish what you've always wanted. War, but one on my terms. See you in the next life."
Click-
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2011 ????She opened her eyes and breathed in deeply.
"Hey, baby, did you sleep well?"
Taylor smiled at the women who handed her a mug of coffee.
"Of course Jessica. Thank you my love."
The other woman nodded, "D-do you want to have sex? We haven't done it in so long…"
Taylor shook her head, "Sure."
The other woman squealed and collapsed on her back against the bed and began to make out with the air while wiggling her body.
Taylor scowled in disgust as she quickly jumped out of the bed and left the scene of debauchery.
Mortals.
WIth a step she vanished from the innocuous house in Texas and walked out of a Church in Rome, the priest inside crucified to the wall and Buddhist mantras decorated the floors, written in his blood.
She smiled up at the sky and began to chuckle.
"Your move, [Thinker]."
Briefly, she thought about her dad and glanced back at the dead priest.
"No offense."
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