forum A Futureistic RP with Serpentess

Started February 15, 2022 by Deleted user

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“Undo what you did with my fucking nerves, and undo everything you did to my fucking shop, and I might consider letting you fucking live!”Malcolm hissed.

"I fixed you. At least, I partly fixed you." Sahlonek retorts. "You want me to undo all of that? Fine. But it might kill you, and anybody that's lived as long as you have probably values their life more than the average person."

“I don’t give a fuck about my life! I should have died over a century ago! But, I didn’t, and I blew this fucking shithole to hell just because I could! The only thing that I even remotely give a shit about, are the fucking machines that I have built. Otherwise, I don’t care about a fucking thing! I stopped giving a shit the moment I saw my own fucking face, fresh from the explosion!”Malcolm yelled, his raspy voice sounding even more hoarse.

The Ai watched silently, studying the interactions between the two.

Sahloneks face goes cold. "Very well."

The next thing Malcolm knows, enough voltage to reset him is hitting him. Coincidentally, it's also enough to stop Malcolm's heart for a moment or two.

A croaking yelp came from Malcolm as the electricity hit him. He then fell limp on the ground. For several moments, he laid there, even after his heart started again.

When he finally opened his eye, there was a hint of resignation in it. He then slowly, shakily, sat up again.

“And now, fix my shop,”Malcolm said with a groan. He then rubbed his temples as a raging headache grew.

A ghost wind whirls through the shop, fixing all the broken and busted machinery. It had unintended side effects too: the project Malcolm had been working on finished itself, and a lot of the burnt out ancient machines were fixed as well.

"Happy now?" he snaps.

Malcolm rolled his eyes at Sahlonek’s tone, then slowly stood up.

“Yes. Now fuck off for a day,”he retorted.

He stumbled back into his shop, the AIs creating a wall between him and Sahlonek. When Malcolm got back into his shop, the dozens of vials full of nanobots were fixed, his newest guardian bot project was finished, and several obsolete machines he had put to the side had upgraded themselves and were moving around again.

Malcolm simply stared at it all. He was relieved, but also shocked, and he was simply too dazed to properly react. So, after a minute of staring, he found a chair, sat down, and closed his eyes. His throbbing head kept him from dozing off.

Sahlonek goes up into the air, and a violent flash of lighting turns night to day as he "fucks off".

He returns the next day, knocking on the door and waiting.

Malcolm groaned as he finished making himself some black coffee. He then opened the door, his eyes almost glaring.

“Don’t fuck up anything, and I won’t have to call back the AI. They left after you did,”he warned, moving back to the table with his coffee.

Midas abruptly appeared next to the coffee cup, holding a wide stance and intensely watching Sahlonek. Malcolm smiled softly before turning to the other.

“And if you even think of hurting this bot in particular, I will put my boney-ass foot so far up your electrical ass, you’ll be tasting century-old metal shavings for the next decade,”he hissed.

Sahlonek shrugs.

"Didn't plan on it. I didn't waste that much energy fixing everything in here just to detonate it all again. And just so you know, if you do try that, you will be barbequed immediately." he mutters as he steps inside.

He looks around for a moment, then sighs. "So."

Malcolm grunted, then snorted.

“I thought I’d made it clear that I could give a shit if I died. Besides, I really don’t care as long as my foot is up your ass.”

He takes a long drink of coffee before turning back to Sahlonek. His fingers softly petted the small, spidery bot as he spoke.

“What? Most of the shit I can do myself. I’ve been building machines since I was a fucking teenager.”

"I know. And it would only barbeque you. You'd still be alive." Sahlonek snorts.

"You need a steady power source, which I can provide. And even with how many AI you have, some shit you just can't do yet. For instance, powering the entirety of a fucking planet for centuries with a single goddamn electron."

Malcolm shrugged,”I’ve already been burned to a crisp once. That’s why I’m this fucking mess.”

Malcolm then turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Fuck, you’re slow. I and the AI are self-sufficient, and we only occasionally trade. And besides, I just want the neighborhood. I could care about the rest of this fucking shithole of a world,”he said with a snort.

Sahlonek shrugs. "I can turn you extra-crispy, if need be. So don't test me."

"Not slow. As a matter of fcat, very fast. And is that so, huh? I'm pretty sure the rest of this world was just as barren as this part, so that can't be true. Plus, I'm pretty sure I accidentally detonated some workshops on my way here the first time." he snorts back.

Malcolm snorted, shaking his head. He then rolled his eye.

“If you say so. At most, I’ll take the city. But only because of the resources. I like to walk around, and I scavenge while I’m out. Otherwise, I could give a shit about being outside at all. Fuck this world,”Malcolm replied.