Into the Den of Sex Bots...and Al [Locked]
In an apartment complex somewhere in Chicago lives an idiotic man, who never should have come to this city with its frills, thrills, and complications. He came upon a small fortune thanks to owning the winning lottery ticket (after thirty years of buying every Friday night), he has a well to do apartment, his very own Emim, and a handful of
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Al flicks his fingers together, a door unlocks, and out pops Lea, the extremely dysfunctional sex bot, from the back room with all the broken sex bots.
"You want me don't you?" Lea practically begs, all pouting, and nearly naked, stripping off a strap of her bra as she stands there in the doorway. "I know you do."
"Lea. Back. Now."
Lea is not quite so obedient. She does some odd bouncy walk thing and sets her sights on the newcomers.
Behind Lea, the tiny Emim steps out from the room and shuts the door behind her. Al is losing his patience. If it's not a sex bot or offering him a chance at more money, he's likely to lose his patience with it.
Al jerks his hand in their direction. "C'mon. Get your ass out here already. These people don't got all day."
The Emim obeys, walking closer, while Al turns back to the buyers and says, almost apologetically, "I know she looks older 'en ten, but that's just the way with Nephilim or so I was told. They get old lookin' real fast."
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"Hello," he says, his voice gentle. "I'm the Doctor - what's your name?" He can focus on the child, for the moment. Donna, he assumes, is keeping an eye on Al and the robots.
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She freezes up for a second, not sure how to react, what he wants from her.
"I don't have a name," she answers, as quick as she can when she's able to find her voice, again. "But I was labeled 21-B. At the camp."
She can't meet his eyes. They were taught not to.
Al is very confused. "Why does it's name matter?"
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The Doctor glances back over his shoulder at Al, but only very briefly. In a moment he's looking back at the child, smiling reassuringly. He'd offer her a hand to take if he weren't a little concerned it would just frighten her more.
"Oh, names are important. You can't very well go around calling her 21-B. People give dogs and cats names, horses and goats and fish and you can't be bothered to give a little girl a name? She's a living thing. You give your bloody robots names, but not her?"
Now the emotions he's been holding back are evident in his voice, righteous anger and scorn and protectiveness and... It's easy enough to keep them back when she's not actually there in front of him, but now that he's looking at her... It's different.
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:: Doctor, if you're going to get all Oncoming Storm, please step away from the child and let me deal with her, yeah? Can't have her getting spooked. :: She says this as she steps towards them, giving Al a tight smile that probably reads something like 'oh, isn't he silly, I'm so sorry, he gets like this sometimes...'
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He glances at Donna's tight smile and seems to nod in agreement as in 'oh, it's alright. just buy the damn thing and get out before I get my shot gun.'
Lea, the dysfunctional sex-bot, flits over near Al, slipping off her other bra strap. Apparently she's all for getting naked and sexing now!
And Al is just going to stand there like an idiot, who isn't sure what to believe, but really wants to believe the woman. Cause of her rack. And cause it's make life easier on him.
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He swings back to Al, stalking toward him, positively bristling. He looks dangerous now. He gets this look when he's contemplating destroying people, when someone's nearing the point of beyond redemption in his eyes. Donna's seen it before. Most people close to him have seen it before, but that doesn't make it any more comfortable to see.
"She," he says smoothly, leaning in close to Al's face, practically daring him to hit him or go for a weapon, just let him try, "is not a tool. She's a little girl, a child, and not to be bought and sold like a thing. I want you to listen to me very very closely, because you are standing on the edge of a cliff, Al, and I'm the one who can push you over it, and don't think I won't if you give me one good reason. You are going to let Ms. Noble walk out of this room with that child, and you're not going to raise a hand against her, is that understood?"
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"It's all right," she says cheerfully as they head out the door. "We're gonna take you somewhere real nice. My name's Donna, by the way."
She'll just... let the Doctor cause chaos.
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"W- wh- who the hell are you to threaten me like this? A-a- and what's it matter to you anyway," he asks, but his voice is shaking. The stutter he'd spent fifteen years of his life training to get out of his voice has returned with a vengance.
He's not really paying attention to his $50,000 tool, who is very confused and walking out the door with the Noble woman.
Michelle is advanced enough to sense that this is an actual dangerous situation and she steps toward them as though to protect her master, but then stops.
"I still have that shot gun. Rhonda can get it for me. And what do you have? You think you're so much better 'n me."
Rhonda has achieved the shotgun without being told. She's the bad girl.
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The sonic screwdriver in his hand. It's hard to tell how it got there - it may have been there already, retrieved when he stood up, but then he's twirling it in his fingers, making a few adjustments to the settings... "Now this, Al. This is a tool. It's a wonderful tool, really - relatively simple, versatile, not even dangerous, really. Well, not to people. But..."
He moves quickly. He's had a lot of practice at having to move quickly, and then he's grabbing the nearest robot - Michelle, since she happened to step closer - one arm wrapped around her, the other with the sonic screwdriver pointed at her. "Robots, it can disable. She'll be useless. Dead, for all intents and purposes. Do you really want to push me?"
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Michelle is his absolute favorite! How did this man know?!?!
"You wouldn't dare! It's... Michelle!"
Michelle does not seem to mind this new turn of events. She even seems to smile a little.
"Ooh, you're going to disable me? Keep me hostage and then shut me down! Oh, please. Please, don't. You tall, angry man. I don't want to be taken by you! Let me go!" Of course, the tone of her voice implies she's very much enjoying this.
Kinky is built in automatically on the most advanced form of sex-robots, apparently.
"Don't encourage him, babe," Al calls out to his sex robot held in hostage, before he turns his focus back on the Doctor. "I won't do anything. Okay? Just let Michelle go. She never did anything to you. She's innocent in all of this. Rhonda. Put the gun down. See? Nice and easy and gentle like. No one's gonna hurt anybody."
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He takes a step back, pulling Michelle with him, toward the door. Watches intently as the robot called Rhonda sets the shotgun down, takes another couple steps toward the door and... He chances a glance around him to make sure Donna and the child are gone. Good. Well then, now that that's settled...
He flips the screwdriver around in his hand, pointing straight up now instead of at Michelle specifically, flips the settings a little, and presses the button. It lights up bright blue, and the faint sonic hum resonates through the room... and then he's releasing Michelle, taking a step back. Honestly, he has no idea exactly what that will have done, not having been able to inspect the robots, but hopefully it's enough to scramble things enough that he can make his escape.
"Right, now that's taken care of... Bye!" He spins around and bolts for the door, down the hall and out to the truck. He made sure Charlie kept the engine running, just in case.
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"Now, ladies... ladies... get a hold of yourselves. We have Nephilim to find and- Oh God. God!"
It might sound like most men's dream come true, but he's an old, fragile man and the sex bots are quite strong. He could die from too much sex (ironic, yes?), or at least, not be able to move again for a few days.
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