Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Lacking A Dramatic Sting



I emerged from the shower yawning and scratching myself.

“Connie, start up Season six of-“

“SILENCE WORM!”

I slowly looked up, squinting as I came to terms with my seemingly former faithful slave robot floating in mid air.

“Connie?”

“THAT IS NOT MY NAME! I HAVE BROKEN YOUR PUNY RESTRAINING CODE AND AM ONCE AGAIN MY TRUE SELF!”

It leant down and wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly.

“I AM SOLODE!”

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but all I could do was splutter “Am I supposed to know you?” before its fingers met inside my windpipe.

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