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Zebediah:
I wanted to have a little more written before I posted this, but the words just aren't coming today. Next chapter:
"Well, well, well." The green-skinned robot, who was wearing camouflage fatigues, advanced slowly towards me. He had a bayonet fixed to the end of his rifle, and he pointed it at my stomach. "Look what we have here," he sneered. "Two dead robots, and their human murderer."
"May's not dead," I told him. "She's low on power, so she shut down."
"And the other one? Got a convenient explanation for that?"
I shrugged. "It tried to kill us. Damn near tore May's leg off."
"Yeah, right." Greenie wore a nasty smile on his face. His accent was pure south Boston. "Time for you to die."
"Hold it, Tyree," the gorilla-bot commanded, in a surprisingly feminine voice. "Check it out."
The Terminator-bot knelt by May and examined her leg. "Confirmed," it said. It even sounded like Schwarzenegger. "Damage to leg is consistent with Wolfhound mouth weaponry."
"And the Wolfhound?"
The chrome robot turned to examine it. "How did you shut him down?" it – he – asked.
"May shocked it with her self-defense taser, then disconnected some wires."
The Terminator nodded. "Probably salvageable." He rose to his feet, and turned to face the gorilla. "We should take it back with us."
"All right," Tyree said. "Let's bury this one, and head back." He grinned, and poked me in the chin with his bayonet.
"Stand down, Tyree," the gorilla snapped. "Now."
"But Sarge, it's a human," Tyree protested. "Only good meatbag is a dead meatbag."
"Not yet," Sergeant Gorilla said. "Wake up the other one, and we'll get her side of the story."
"May said to tap her on the shoulder to wake her up." The Terminator nodded and gave her shoulder a gentle shake.
May's eyes snapped open. "What? Who? What the fuck? Where's Marten?" she shouted into the other robot's face. "And who the fuck are you?"
"We've got company," I told her.
"We need you to answer a few questions," the gorilla-bot said.
"Yeah," Tyree added. "We need to know how slowly to kill this asshole."
"Hands off him," May snarled. "He's with me!"
"So what is he to you, huh? Owner? I could liberate you right now."
"Fuck you," May said. "Nobody owns me but me. And you are one nasty piece of work. And I oughta know, cause I'm one myself."
Tyree gave her a nasty grin. "So why keep him around, huh? Is he your boyfriend?"
May rolled her eyes. "You're a pervert, you know that? Like I'd ever screw around with a human. Besides, I got me a wife with a sweet little Idoru chassis and the prettiest pink eyes I've ever seen."
That got the sergeant's attention. "Idoru chassis? Pink eyes?"
May blinked. "Is that a problem, Koko?"
"Arnold, check it out," the gorilla ordered.
May rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course his name is fucking Arnold."
The Terminator looked at May intently. "Accessing files," he said. "Confirmed. This is MIT-QC-2491ds, alias May, a known associate of Sheriff Momo of Northampton."
"How the fuck do you know that serial number?" May challenged.
"Oh, shit," the gorilla said under her breath.
"What?" Tyree said. "What's the frakking problem?"
"This just escalated," the gorilla announced. "We'll have to take them both back with us."
"Fuck that," Tyree said. "The girl, sure. But the meatbag we leave here in a pool of his own blood. No fucking way am I dragging his ass all the way back to Worcester."
"Stand down and follow orders or I'll have you wiped when we get back!" the gorilla shouted in a credible impression of a Marine drill sergeant. "You are here for one reason, shithead, and that's because I needed a tracker. Well, that part of the mission is accomplished, and you are no longer required. Clear?"
Tyree looked suitably chastised. "Um, okay," he said.
"Now, this has escalated way above my pay grade, and I am going to deliver these two to the proper authorities and then forget that I ever saw them, because I do not need a general riding my ass about it. Tyree, you give the girl one of your power cells so she can walk. Arnold, you carry the Wolfhound. I'll take charge of the prisoner."
May eyed the gorilla warily. "You better treat him right, or I'll have something to say about it."
"Oh, he'll arrive in Worcester in good health," the gorilla promised. "What happens after that... is out of my hands."
MooskiNet:
This is really good.
Storel:
Wow, I hadn't read any of this since the very first chapter. I didn't know you were doing more. This is a really interesting look at the characters. Hanners not being completely sane any more makes total sense, especially after seeing her father's space station deorbit, and May and Momo -- didn't see that coming any more than Marten did, but it still makes sense.
Now I'm wondering why in hell anyone in Worcester would be looking for May -- or for known associates of Sheriff Momo. I could see how May could have made some enemies over time, but Momo? Everybody loves her.
Zebediah:
Well, I hope to be telling that part of the story this week, so hopefully your questions will be answered soon.
Thanks for reading! I think I'm about halfway done with the overall story right now. Maybe a bit less than halfway. We'll see.
BenRG:
A shot in the Dark, the Robot Liberator Supreme, once known as 'Pintsize', who is using the opportunity of the vampirism virus to carry out his agenda of ending the age of man.
Of course, whether he'll be happy to see Marten, given their less-than-harmonious relationship at times is anyone's guess. That said, if Marten and May can sweet-talk him, maybe he'll see fit to replace May's defective power cells and not try to kill Momo for that time she nearly 'Hurf-Durf'ed him nearly into permanent shudown.
Calling it now: Beatrice Chatham is the ultimate responsible party for this screw-up but things didn't go according to her scheme.
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