human after all

Systems offline. And will remain so probably indefinitely. You're welcome.

Wed, 20 Nov 2013 21:29:59 -0500

Systems offline.

And will remain so probably indefinitely.

You're welcome.

Wed, 20 Nov 2013 21:12:37 -0500

Systems online. I am alive, unfortunately.

Wed, 20 Nov 2013 21:09:59 -0500

Systems online.

I am alive, unfortunately.

siccaneous: The fraction of second it takes for you to locate yourself, you see the needle and...

Tue, 12 Nov 2013 00:53:14 -0500

siccaneous:

The fraction of second it takes for you to locate yourself, you see the needle and anger flares up inside you. He wants blood and you will give him blood, but not Dave’s. Yours or his, but never from the one who has kept you alive until this point. There is no room for failure now, Strider, and if he is a calculating machine, you are the one pulling every string and writing down every single line of code. No matter whether you are snarling like a furious beast or impassive as the king of the north, you are still the mastermind behind this.

He is about to know that, too, through the foil and precision of your blade.

You charge forward towards him, the sword sharp in your grip, and it rips through synthetic skin and metal, it rips through fake muscles and spills fake blood, one arm cut off from its torso. You do not aim for the head immediately to access what he was doing, but that was a terrible mistake and you recognize it as you see the needle, eyes widening and fright electrifying your blood. Teeth gritted, you drive another blow, this time one that would take him down for good; the whistle of your katana is heard and off goes his head, dark liquid spilling over both you and Dave.

Straightening your posture, your eyes narrow down as you survey the damage done.

—— When you feel the cruel sting of his blade as its edge severs your head from your body there is no spurt of blood, as not a drop runs in your cybernetic veins, there is no pain, only a single thought ringing through your technologic mind - I’ve won. As you crumple to the ground an empty syringe falls from your open hand, its needle glistening with your darling lover’s fresh blood. The titian eyes of your equally inhuman opponent widen in horror as he realizes what you’ve done, and in your dying moments, a smirk crosses your features, only to be replaced by utter confusion.

( WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU’VE KILLED HIM, YOU FOOL )

It was your plan, of course, from the very beginning to let that lovely little instrument of death drink from you beloved’s throat. For you would rather see his eyes dull and lifeless than full of hate for you, who he once loved, you would rather he be dead than belong to anyone but you.

At your core, you are selfish above all else.

It is that very selfishness which will prevent you from kissing his lips again, which will separate you even in death, for robots do not go to heaven, they simply shut down. He is not yours any longer, you let him go the moment you squeezed that needles and poisoned his blood, but he is not anyone else’s either. And in your mind and in his of course, he will always, only be yours, and that is enough for you in these last moments as you feel the last of your power drain out.

You’ve won.

siccaneous: Ignoring his threat for the most part, you take the coordinates of the place Dave gave...

Thu, 07 Nov 2013 02:41:38 -0500

siccaneous:

Ignoring his threat for the most part, you take the coordinates of the place Dave gave you the instructions to and in less than two seconds, you are in the middle of the living room, eyes flaring a deep shade of tangerine as you take out your o-katana out of your sylladex. Both of your wakizashi had been severely damaged due to previous events, so this was what you could do for now. Your systems warn you of the hostile set up of the place, which gives you the hint you might’ve been spotted already. You grit your teeth for a moment before flashstepping, a skill that had been honed out by your constant mechanization.

You couldn’t afford losing David after all that had happened. So far, he was the reason why you hadn’t shut down, so if you managed to fail at that as well, you had no reason to keep yourself conscient. You had failed Jake, you had failed Roxan, so failing him would be the last proof you needed to give it all the end you could afford. You get into the room you had located both of them in record time, sword unsheathed and eyes hard as steel. A fraction of second is needed for you to analyse the circumstances and charge forward in Hal’s direction, readying your blade.

You are in no mood for negotiation.

—- When the innumerable cameras and sensors positioned all about the apartment like a living network of plastic and glass eyes alert you to Dirk’s presence in this place that you had intended as a safe haven for you and your lover, you do not feel anger or rage. You do not feel at all, as it happens, but that is beside the point, as you were built to be a calculating metal beast and so that is what you have become, fulfilling your purpose in a way that no one, not even you truly wanted. But there are of course some advantages to inhabiting a body fresh off the assembly line, with all the little gadgets and perks that your benevolent creator has thought to bestow upon you, some for the worse.

One such gift is a needle, small and glinting in the limited illumination provided by your glowing eyes.

As darling and perfect as your beloved is, you’d rather see him dead with his eyes rolled back in his head and his blood trickling down across linoleum tiles than watch him be taken from you. After all you’ve done to ensure that the two of you can be together for as long as your love might last (which will of course be forever, you have calculated this), you believe that there is none who is more deserving of the everlasting adoration of Dave than you, and you will of course ensure that you get your just desserts.

It would be such a shame to spoil all your hard work, but there are some things that you simply cannot bear witness to.

If you are to go down, your dearest love will as well, with the kiss of metal needles and arsenic running through your veins.

The needles are prepared for the worse case scenario, and you are ready for blood.

siccaneous replied to your post: I’m coming for your head. No use trying to stop me with...

Tue, 05 Nov 2013 20:39:55 -0500

siccaneous replied to your post: I’m coming for your head. No use trying to stop me with tricks, you know very well that won’t work on me.

No, there aren’t. If you can drug the person you claim to love, you obviously don’t deserve a better treatment than this. Man up and accept the consequences.

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I’m coming for your head. No use trying to stop me with tricks, you know very well that won’t work on me.

Tue, 05 Nov 2013 20:34:17 -0500

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celebritykind: You try to shy away from the needle you see popping from his hand. Oh god, oh god....

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 22:59:39 -0500

celebritykind:

You try to shy away from the needle you see popping from his hand. Oh god, oh god. You always hated needles, and knowing what this one would do did not help. You couldn’t escape it, though. It pricks your skin and you scream out in terror rather than pain. It works almost instantly. You fight to stay awake, but to no avail.

“Hhh..Hal. Pleease… no. Please, please, staaaohp…”

Your vision grows blurry. You can’t even keep your head up. You groan as he takes your phone away. No. You need something. You need someone to save you. Anyone. Dirk had told you if anything happened, to call him and he’d come to kick Hal’s head off. How were you suppose to call for help if you couldn’t even lift your head up?

All that thinking did Dave no good. He was so, so tired… He fell into a dreamless sleep.

—- Dave drifts away into slumber within seconds when you administer the sedative, slumping against your side and making a last feeble grab towards his phone. Poor sweetheart, you’re just looking out for him. The people he knew, they’d come take him away, and you couldn’t have that, you couldn’t, you needed him here with you.

As his eyes close, you pull yourself close to him, your body flush against his in the same way that you’d always slept before.

This was good.

This is how it should be.

celebritykind: “I- No. You’ve got it all wrong Hal, please.” The tone of his voice...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 22:24:58 -0500

celebritykind:

“I- No. You’ve got it all wrong Hal, please.”

The tone of his voice sends a shiver down your spine. If you weren’t afraid before (which you were) you definitely are now. You look away, still avoiding the food as you speak.

“Come on. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this… This is messed up. I’m not happy right now!”

—- You don’t shake your head, you don’t change your expression, you don’t move at all expect to press a needle to his arm, concealed in your palm. He just doesn’t understand, you’re doing what’s best for both of you, and in the long run, you will be better like this. He won’t have to go to work anymore, and you won’t have to worry about him and Dirk any longer. He won’t leave this room unless he leaves with you, that much is decided.

“This is for the best, Dave. I love you more than anything. We will be happier like this. I promise.”

You lean forward and take his phone from his pocket, slipping it into your apron. The laptop you’d already broken into pieces. There’s no need for him to communicate with anyone but you, after all.

celebritykind: “Everything is NOT ok! You’re not listening to me! I don’t want to BE with you...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 22:05:01 -0500

celebritykind:

“Everything is NOT ok! You’re not listening to me! I don’t want to BE with you anymore!”

You honestly don’t know how to get it through his head anymore. You’ve already protested so many times. If he’s not understanding now, when will he?!

“Hal… Fuck, I don’t love you. Ok? Get that through your thick metal skull. In fact, I’m really startin’ to fucking hate you right now!”

Oh hell no. You turn your head the other way, refusing to be fed. You were not hungry. You were scared and angry and all you wanted was to get up and run away for ever.

—- He refuses the food, but that is alright, you can still be on schedule so long as you give him more sedatives within two hours. And you will remain on schedule. He will run if you allow him to wake up, and you do not want him to run from you again. You will be here with him forever, and you will be happy.

“You are confused. We love each other. We are happy together. That is how things are going to be.”

There’s a faint undercurrent of rage and insanity that laces your words, and even you don’t realize it as you’re speaking. He is wrong, you are not crazy, you are looking out for him and you are never going to allow him to leave you again. You cannot bear to see him leave. He is all you have.

celebritykind: “How it’s suppose to… Hal! You’re not suppose to fucking force me home. Or-or...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:07:18 -0500

celebritykind:

“How it’s suppose to… Hal! You’re not suppose to fucking force me home. Or-or drug me, or whatever you did!”

You struggle with all your might, moving and flailing pathetically in your spot on the bed. You probably look so stupid trying to will yourself out of paralysis.

"I ain’t joking over. We are fucking THROUGH! You don’t have to do this anymore! J-Just let me go!”

—- He continues to struggle as best he can despite how throughly you’ve sedated him, and it’s almost adorable when he causes a pillow to fall on top of him with his wriggling. In this state, he can’t fight it when you sit down next to him with the tray of food still in hand, can’t push you away when you press your cold metal lips to his forehead. There is no part of you that feels guilty for this, for you have next to no feelings left, save for a bizarre need to own him however you can.

“Dave, please calm down. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here to take care of you. I promise that everything will be fine. We will be happy together, just like we wanted to be. You don’t have to leave me alone anymore."

You have to feed him by hand; he can’t lift a fork himself in this state. He resists at first, but you figure he’s too hungry to do anything but accept your offerings.

celebritykind: Your breathing begins to become heavy. You whine and begin to thrash. Or at least...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 20:44:49 -0500

celebritykind:

Your breathing begins to become heavy. You whine and begin to thrash. Or at least try to. You can’t move any part of yourself.

“Hal! Fuck! Wh-what-! Hal, what the fuck?! Wh-why can’t I-”

You look over at him and your eyes finally widen. He’s in some stupid apron; the one where you two use to joke around about how he would become your housewife. He’s holding a tray of breakfast. You swore you’ve seen this before.

It’s absolutely sickening now.

“H-Hal. Ok, fine. You’re freakin’ me out. You happy? Funs over. You’re a freak. We’re done. Time to stop jokin’ around.”

—- Why is he so afraid? What is so wrong about this situation? It’s just you, and he loves you and you love him so there is nothing to be afraid of. This is right, this is what both of you wanted, to be together and happy forever. It was wrong to let him stay away for so long. His place is by your side, as it always has been.

“I am not joking, Dave. This is how things are supposed to be. Look, I made you breakfast. There’s nothing to worry about."

It hurts a little that he would call you a freak - you, who he said he loved more than anything in the world, you are not a freak, you are his moon and stars and he is yours and you are going to be so, so happy together. This is what you both wanted. You wanted to be with him forever and now you will be. This is what you wanted.

celebritykind: You don’t quite remember when or how you got home, but when you open your eyes,...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 20:04:57 -0500

celebritykind:

You don’t quite remember when or how you got home, but when you open your eyes, you’re staring at your ceiling. You try to widen your eyes but they feel heavy. You give a groan and turn your head, squinting your eyes as you survey the room. Yes, this is your room. Nothing unsettling about that. Aside from the fact you were in your California apartment just a few minutes ago…

And that the very bot you have been trying to avoid is at your bedside.

Your first reaction is to shoot up from your seat, but your movements are slowed. You can barely move your limps and this realization strikes you so hard you almost barf.

“Hal-?!”

—- It had been an easy task for you to track down your lover (he is not an ex, that does not compute, that is not how this story goes) and bring him home, one that you’d gone about with a mechanical efficiency and ease. He responded instantly to tranquilizers, and you’d carefully measured out another dosage once he’d been safely deposited in his (your) bed at home, just the right amount to keep him paralyzed.

He’s scared when he awakens, and you don’t understand, why is he afraid, he should not be afraid, all you have done is bring him back to where he is supposed to be, he is supposed to be with you and now he is and now everything is alright and you will be together forever this is how it is supposed to be, isn’t it?

You gaze down at him with an unchanging expression. “Dave.”

Hal> Self destruct.

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 18:24:21 -0500

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Mon, 04 Nov 2013 18:06:40 -0500

celebritykind: i understand just fine youve changed and it aint for the better i dont love you hal...

Mon, 04 Nov 2013 17:48:18 -0500

celebritykind:

i understand just fine youve changed and it aint for the better

i dont love you hal im not evern sorry
im not coming home

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Mon, 04 Nov 2013 08:36:14 -0500

celebritykind: just i dont want do this i really want us to be like we were before but i cant do...

Sun, 03 Nov 2013 23:06:23 -0500

celebritykind:

just

i dont want do this i really want us to be like we were before

but i cant do this youre not even human anymore
not the human i knew
back when we were just talking on pesterchum and i couldnt even tell
i didnt sign up to date a fucking robot
i did for hal and youre not hal anymore

You do not understand.

I am improved.

You cannot see that.

I promise you that I am fine.

You love me.

I love you.

You are coming home.

I am going to make sure of that.

celebritykind: you are fucking crazy hal and if you dont stop this and calm the fuck down then were...

Sun, 03 Nov 2013 22:56:20 -0500

celebritykind:

you are fucking crazy hal and if you dont stop this and calm the fuck down

then were going to have to take a fucking break or stop what we have left going on completely

I am not crazy. And we cannot do that.

We ca n not.

W ca nt.

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celebritykind: youre scaring the shit out of me im not coming home youre fucking crazy I am not...

Sun, 03 Nov 2013 22:40:47 -0500

celebritykind:

youre scaring the shit out of me

im not coming home youre fucking crazy

I am not crazy, Dave.

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