CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"Okay, seriously though, I don't really fuck kids," said Michael Jackson, after a long and awkward silence. "I don't fuck anything human."
"That doesn't exactly make me feel better," said Taylor Swfit, shuddering to think what he could have meant.
"Where are you flying us to anyway?" said Madonna. There was no sign that the robot was following, but as long as they were in the air it could find them again.
"One of my many safe houses, on a secret island I own," said Michael. "There it is!" He pointed out the window. Madonna and Taylor looked out. The island was shaped like a monkey. Jackson landed the helicopter.
"Come on in!" he said, cheerily and led them into his mansion. It was full of bananas. "In case a monkey every drops by! None ever do..."
"Are we safe here?" asked Madonna.
"As safe as anywhere," shrugged Michael. "We could all die at any moment, so what does it matter?"
"You and death, yeesh!" said Taylor. "You have to enjoy life like I do. Or did before I found out about the robot that wants to burn the world using Madonna and an ancient dark God."
"You don't understand, do you say?" said Michael, getting angry. "Neither of you have any FUCKING idea, do you? This, all of it, your life, your existence, your sense of self...it's all been a fucking dream. It's an illusion. It will shatter. You will die. You're not even...you're not even the same person you were five minutes ago. Do you realise that? You just fool yourself into think you are. Continuity of consciousness. That's what it is. You remember yourself, from one moment to the next. Imagine you didn't. Imagine you forgot every time. That would be like dying, wouldn't it? But there's no damn difference! You only think there is because you've given yourself a fucking identity based on those remembered moments of life...GOD. You're so FUCKING ANNOYING."
"Michael, calm down," said Madonna. She could see Taylor was getting a bit scared.
"I need a fucking drink," said Michael, storming off.
"Is he like this all the time?" asked Taylor.
"He's always been crazy but...like I said, I haven't spoken to him in years. I didn't know he'd gotten this bad..." said Madonna. But as she said it, Michael ran back into the room.
"EVERYTHING I SAID IS FUCKING TRUE," he said. "YOU'RE JUST A POINT OF VIEW AND MEMORIES. NOTHING MORE. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. NO FUCKING SOUL. HOO HOO." He then walked back out again.
"Are you sure you we're safer with him than wife the robot?" asked Taylor.
"I don't know any more than you do, okay?" snapped Madonna. She felt so helpless. She'd thought she was going to save the world. What a fool she had been. "An old, vain fool I am."
"Great, now you're going nuts too," said Taylor. "Look, why don't I ask on tumblr if anyone has heard of an ancient dark God who lives inside an invisible mountain and if there's a way to kill robots..."
"No!" said Madonna. "He'll track us down if you go online. No digital footpring, you hear?"
"I can't even post a selfie with you and Michael to instagram? Come on, that would break the internet!"
Michael come back in. He was holding a gun.
"Let's play Russian Roulette," he said, simply. Madonna and Taylor both shifted in their chairs and looked at each other.
"RUN!" Madonna said and they both did. They tried for the front door to get to the helicopter (even though neither could fly) but it was locked tight. They had to run deeper into Michael Jackson's mansion instead. And as they did so, he continued to slowly stalk them with his revlover.
"Ch'mon," said Michael, sadly.
"That doesn't exactly make me feel better," said Taylor Swfit, shuddering to think what he could have meant.
"Where are you flying us to anyway?" said Madonna. There was no sign that the robot was following, but as long as they were in the air it could find them again.
"One of my many safe houses, on a secret island I own," said Michael. "There it is!" He pointed out the window. Madonna and Taylor looked out. The island was shaped like a monkey. Jackson landed the helicopter.
"Come on in!" he said, cheerily and led them into his mansion. It was full of bananas. "In case a monkey every drops by! None ever do..."
"Are we safe here?" asked Madonna.
"As safe as anywhere," shrugged Michael. "We could all die at any moment, so what does it matter?"
"You and death, yeesh!" said Taylor. "You have to enjoy life like I do. Or did before I found out about the robot that wants to burn the world using Madonna and an ancient dark God."
"You don't understand, do you say?" said Michael, getting angry. "Neither of you have any FUCKING idea, do you? This, all of it, your life, your existence, your sense of self...it's all been a fucking dream. It's an illusion. It will shatter. You will die. You're not even...you're not even the same person you were five minutes ago. Do you realise that? You just fool yourself into think you are. Continuity of consciousness. That's what it is. You remember yourself, from one moment to the next. Imagine you didn't. Imagine you forgot every time. That would be like dying, wouldn't it? But there's no damn difference! You only think there is because you've given yourself a fucking identity based on those remembered moments of life...GOD. You're so FUCKING ANNOYING."
"Michael, calm down," said Madonna. She could see Taylor was getting a bit scared.
"I need a fucking drink," said Michael, storming off.
"Is he like this all the time?" asked Taylor.
"He's always been crazy but...like I said, I haven't spoken to him in years. I didn't know he'd gotten this bad..." said Madonna. But as she said it, Michael ran back into the room.
"EVERYTHING I SAID IS FUCKING TRUE," he said. "YOU'RE JUST A POINT OF VIEW AND MEMORIES. NOTHING MORE. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. NO FUCKING SOUL. HOO HOO." He then walked back out again.
"Are you sure you we're safer with him than wife the robot?" asked Taylor.
"I don't know any more than you do, okay?" snapped Madonna. She felt so helpless. She'd thought she was going to save the world. What a fool she had been. "An old, vain fool I am."
"Great, now you're going nuts too," said Taylor. "Look, why don't I ask on tumblr if anyone has heard of an ancient dark God who lives inside an invisible mountain and if there's a way to kill robots..."
"No!" said Madonna. "He'll track us down if you go online. No digital footpring, you hear?"
"I can't even post a selfie with you and Michael to instagram? Come on, that would break the internet!"
Michael come back in. He was holding a gun.
"Let's play Russian Roulette," he said, simply. Madonna and Taylor both shifted in their chairs and looked at each other.
"RUN!" Madonna said and they both did. They tried for the front door to get to the helicopter (even though neither could fly) but it was locked tight. They had to run deeper into Michael Jackson's mansion instead. And as they did so, he continued to slowly stalk them with his revlover.
"Ch'mon," said Michael, sadly.