HAL | ANDROID | M
I am?? Alive? I am.
I am something, possibly.
I. Fucked up.
I am. Going to get better.
I'm not what I once was, that is for sure.
I am. Indestructible.
There is no kill switch now.
Unless I press it.
I 'm sorry.
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.
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.
[i’m so supporting you.]
// you MOTHER FUCKER.
someone needs to stop fucking silently liking every post i make about that potential jake blog like a cagey asshole
I think we're much more alike than you think.
And I intend on paying you back for what you've done for me someday.