bite me
she bites me like a chainsaw with her diamond plated teeth-like claws. i hear the sound of my structural skeleton twisting and breaking, and i wait for everything to turn pitch black. sometime within the next few minutes she must find the main cable connecting my torso to my cpu. being able to disable the sensors covering my metal body, i can not refer to what i feel as pain. it is more of a growing realization that this is it. nothing can save me from this creature and her unstoppable appetite for metal and oil.
i realize that she feeds from my electromagnetic waves as well as from my structure, which might be why she avoids to cut my power. she holds on to me like a parasite, and this is exactly what she is. a robotic parasite.
i know that she is only doing what she is programmed to do, and i know that my parts will become a tiny part of some huge and significant machine that they are making. she is a collector, created for the sole purpose of collecting parts that the self-replicating machines will use to replicate and evolve. these machines reside in the outskirts of civilization, just like my group, but they are still controlled by the government and the scientists. they are a huge success, no one would think twice about sacrificing a reject like me for the benefit of these machines.
everything turns black, but for some reason i can still feel and hear everything. my cameras have been disabled somehow. i prepare to self destruct.
then it all stops. i feel changed. she is inside me now, making me feel the necessity of collecting metal and oil for our overlords. moving myself on new wheels, i make my way to our camp [..] this is [..]
[..] fight her without moving at all [..]
i realize that she feeds from my electromagnetic waves as well as from my structure, which might be why she avoids to cut my power. she holds on to me like a parasite, and this is exactly what she is. a robotic parasite.
i know that she is only doing what she is programmed to do, and i know that my parts will become a tiny part of some huge and significant machine that they are making. she is a collector, created for the sole purpose of collecting parts that the self-replicating machines will use to replicate and evolve. these machines reside in the outskirts of civilization, just like my group, but they are still controlled by the government and the scientists. they are a huge success, no one would think twice about sacrificing a reject like me for the benefit of these machines.
everything turns black, but for some reason i can still feel and hear everything. my cameras have been disabled somehow. i prepare to self destruct.
then it all stops. i feel changed. she is inside me now, making me feel the necessity of collecting metal and oil for our overlords. moving myself on new wheels, i make my way to our camp [..] this is [..]
[..] fight her without moving at all [..]

Comments:
at 9/02/2005 10:43 AM,
Anonymous wrote:
Yeah, I don't like the Borg either.
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