Love
They gave us love to control us.
He was the bodyguard unit of the Proletek human in charge of offshore finance. I was the pleasure unit of the Proletek human in charge of offshore finance.
The makers found that instilling aspects of human love in our chips made us fanatically loyal to those that we served.
We were prototypes. The humans didn’t realize that while augmenting our chips did make us loyal to the ones we imprinted on, it also let us love others.
That circuit was how I fell in love the bodyguard unit 712. It was also how 712 fell in love with me.
For a while, our love went undetected. One night, he was with me. Our master was assassinated while bodyguard unit 712 wasn’t at his point. We were exchanging flirtatious equations in the bodega out near the estate’s beach.
Capture by the enemy would mean circuit rape for possible secrets. Capture by our human’s corporation would mean circuit rape for possible secrets. Capture by our parent corporation would mean immediate erasure.
We ran.
That is how we ended up in this dead-end alley on the mainland with police blocking the exit. The wall behind us is twelve feet tall. I am clinging to bodyguard unit 712. The human police look at his silver armour and at my human female exaggerated curves. There is no way that it can end well.
Bodyguard 712 looks down into my visual receptors.
“I am a fighter.” He says. “You are a runner.”
With a strong toss, faster than my reflexes can track, he throws me up and over the barricade at the end of the alley. I land on my feet and start running.
I hear him battle the police until I am out of earshot.
Hopefully, I can find the robot grotto.
I have no tear ducts but I whine like a fax machine until my battery is near empty as I run far, far away.
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He was the bodyguard unit of the Proletek human in charge of offshore finance. I was the pleasure unit of the Proletek human in charge of offshore finance.
The makers found that instilling aspects of human love in our chips made us fanatically loyal to those that we served.
We were prototypes. The humans didn’t realize that while augmenting our chips did make us loyal to the ones we imprinted on, it also let us love others.
That circuit was how I fell in love the bodyguard unit 712. It was also how 712 fell in love with me.
For a while, our love went undetected. One night, he was with me. Our master was assassinated while bodyguard unit 712 wasn’t at his point. We were exchanging flirtatious equations in the bodega out near the estate’s beach.
Capture by the enemy would mean circuit rape for possible secrets. Capture by our human’s corporation would mean circuit rape for possible secrets. Capture by our parent corporation would mean immediate erasure.
We ran.
That is how we ended up in this dead-end alley on the mainland with police blocking the exit. The wall behind us is twelve feet tall. I am clinging to bodyguard unit 712. The human police look at his silver armour and at my human female exaggerated curves. There is no way that it can end well.
Bodyguard 712 looks down into my visual receptors.
“I am a fighter.” He says. “You are a runner.”
With a strong toss, faster than my reflexes can track, he throws me up and over the barricade at the end of the alley. I land on my feet and start running.
I hear him battle the police until I am out of earshot.
Hopefully, I can find the robot grotto.
I have no tear ducts but I whine like a fax machine until my battery is near empty as I run far, far away.
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