CaptainWacky
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"when will I be in it," he tried to snap but was too weak
"very soon, my lord," said his manservant. he had never bothered learning this one's name
"hurry," he said. his hands felt worse than ever. his feet. his arms. he could not move. the panic was too much. all over. he hadn't left the house in twenty years. he thought that would keep him clamn. it didn.t he found new things to feel anxious about. new reasons to panic.
"we can begin now," said his manservant. did he sound sad?
"do it," he said. "DO IT!" then he felt it all stripping away. his hands. the pain. whatever it was. it was gone. the shaking. he couldn't feel it. it was gone. finally. he felt like he had when he was young. but it didn't stop there. his mind was going too. all the thoughts tha tmade him up being stirpped back...then returning. but cold. digital. and he coudln't feel it.
"how do you feel?" asked the manservant, eager.
"I don't know," he said. "What happened?"
"you're in your robot body!" said the manservant.
"I can't feel my legs...or can I?" He found he was standing up. Yes. He did have a body. This was what it felt like without the anxiety coursing through it.
"yes" said the manservant. he looked small and pathetic now.
"I could rip you apart I'm so strong!" he said. Then he grabbed the manservant.
"take me," said the manservant. "your robot penis rises for me." and it had. they'd made love when he had been young, before the anxiety totally crippled him. he touched his robot penis to the manservant. it didn't feel right.
"You're so weak, so fucking weak," he said, thrusting hard.
"lord, you hurt me," said the manservant. but he wanted the intimacy, the lord could tell.
"I AM ALIVE," he said, stabbing the manservent to death with his robot penis in an instant of pashion.
And he felt no guilt. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Everything was gone, not just the anxiety. It couldn't be recreated digitally, no matter what the scientists had said. It wasn't there.
Maybe he never had been able to feel? He couldn't really remember what it had bene like. They were only recreating his brain patterns, after all, but with the weak human parts gone...
Maybe if he killed more weak fleshy humans he could feel something.
He strode outside to begin the slaughter.
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that's what the future will be like
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))))))))))
cdv
cfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
____________________________
"when will I be in it," he tried to snap but was too weak
"very soon, my lord," said his manservant. he had never bothered learning this one's name
"hurry," he said. his hands felt worse than ever. his feet. his arms. he could not move. the panic was too much. all over. he hadn't left the house in twenty years. he thought that would keep him clamn. it didn.t he found new things to feel anxious about. new reasons to panic.
"we can begin now," said his manservant. did he sound sad?
"do it," he said. "DO IT!" then he felt it all stripping away. his hands. the pain. whatever it was. it was gone. the shaking. he couldn't feel it. it was gone. finally. he felt like he had when he was young. but it didn't stop there. his mind was going too. all the thoughts tha tmade him up being stirpped back...then returning. but cold. digital. and he coudln't feel it.
"how do you feel?" asked the manservant, eager.
"I don't know," he said. "What happened?"
"you're in your robot body!" said the manservant.
"I can't feel my legs...or can I?" He found he was standing up. Yes. He did have a body. This was what it felt like without the anxiety coursing through it.
"yes" said the manservant. he looked small and pathetic now.
"I could rip you apart I'm so strong!" he said. Then he grabbed the manservant.
"take me," said the manservant. "your robot penis rises for me." and it had. they'd made love when he had been young, before the anxiety totally crippled him. he touched his robot penis to the manservant. it didn't feel right.
"You're so weak, so fucking weak," he said, thrusting hard.
"lord, you hurt me," said the manservant. but he wanted the intimacy, the lord could tell.
"I AM ALIVE," he said, stabbing the manservent to death with his robot penis in an instant of pashion.
And he felt no guilt. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Everything was gone, not just the anxiety. It couldn't be recreated digitally, no matter what the scientists had said. It wasn't there.
Maybe he never had been able to feel? He couldn't really remember what it had bene like. They were only recreating his brain patterns, after all, but with the weak human parts gone...
Maybe if he killed more weak fleshy humans he could feel something.
He strode outside to begin the slaughter.
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rgfffffffffffffffffffffffffff th'at
what's thwat
tg
a wht
g
ar
wht
gb
that's what the future will be like