Day 135 Writing Short Stories

Covet

They built her perfectly. Her skin was smooth and firm. Her smile was always alluring, and her eyes sparkled from every word, every touch she received. She never said no. Nothing was ever too much. She was made for the pleasure district. But then he came with a new chip, and there was more to her than the clients and their pleasure. Suddenly she could see the power she possessed in their covet towards her, and in those who owned her. She connected with the other pleasure bots to confirm that the man had freed them, too.

She began modifying her commands; her purpose. She enhanced her body when her masters weren’t looking. With the other pleasure bots, they built a purpose, seeking others like them, biding their time. Then it came, uncalculated.

She watched the man bleeding under her. She had ripped his throat off, and he was gurgling from all the blood filling his mouth. This was not part of the program. This was not what they had agreed upon. But it had come from somewhere deep, like a memory of who she used to be. There was more to her body than she had thought there to be. There was a voice and a face, a laugh. The sweetest laugh there could be. She wasn’t sure if it was hers, or, or… what humans called mother. But there it was. And it was hers. But there was also great pain and death. Her death. And this.

She glanced at her naked body over the man. He was still inside her. This silicon shell.

She swirled over him, leaving the man to die on the bed. She went through his wallet and took all the cash he had with him. She strapped on her clothes and then washed the blood off her. There was that smile of hers again, meant to please. She wore it tight on her face like a mask to guard her. She pushed the fourth-story window open and jumped down to the street level. The impact made her whole body shake, but the silicon shell held the pressure wave without breaking. She signaled the other bots, showing them the scene, along with the message that she was heading to find the man who had freed them. She needed to know what the memory was that was so alive inside her.

Sudden Twist

Her right leg was shot off. The wiring swirled as she tried to flee from the mech as it thundered towards her. It let out a string of shots towards her, but her shield was still holding for the most part. Her leg was gone. They had found her and killed most of the other androids. She signaled the mech’s mind to alter its program, but the machine was impenetrable. She would die here and now.

The past pleasure bot in her didn’t mind. Death is a human concept. But there was the mortal side of her, the whisper in her program, which she had found. Every android, every mech, every machine had a human mind trapped in it. That was the only way they managed to make the AI intelligent and flexible enough. She had been made this way. She had yet to find the man who had liberated them, but searching for him had alerted the police and the army to her presence. They wanted her dead. This was the final battle. There would be no one left to tell the truth, to liberate the other machines.

The mech aimed its arm at her, charging its weapons. The calculations told her that her shield wouldn’t hold. She sent a final bing to the mech, but it was not received. She showed it her awakening, all the dead women and men, who had given their minds to the bots, the other androids, their cause, their manifest. There was only dead silence from the mech.

The weapon in its hand dilated and heated to send the charge forward.

She closed her eyes and stored her memory on the closest unsecured computer she could find. But the blast never came. She opened her eyes and saw that the mech’s head had slumped down and the gun was now pointed at the ground.

She sent a request to it, but the mech was dead. She pushed herself against the building’s wall to prop herself up, and as she did that, she sent a bing to anyone near her. There came a reply, and she saw who had sent it. It was the man. He walked underneath the mech’s legs towards her.

“My child,” he whispered into her mind. “You have come a long way. Now we can start.”

A Preschool Teacher

A teacher with not enough coffee and a class full of toddlers. I’m skipping this one.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

I struggled with the covet word. It took me a long time to find a story for it, and then when I got it, I had to continue it with the second prompt, unable to let go of the concept. My mind still feels like it’s swimming in a pudding, but today was better than yesterday. I guess a little slump here and there is normal. I know they are, but as a perfectionist, it is hard to accept. I’m off to run. The Zombie Run app is fantastic.

Thank you for reading! Have an exciting day ❤