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Gordon finished the test finally. Listening to Benrey’s Vocaloid tunes made the whole situation more frustrating, he was just glad to be out of the test chamber. He sighed as he trudged to the changing room. As he made it way through the twisting and turning hallways, the scientists and other HEV suit wearers dwindled in number.
Eventually, it was only Gordon. His footsteps loudly echoed through the corridor before he finally made it to the locker room. He went over to his locker and spotted his small Bluetooth speaker, it was grey and no bigger than 20 centimetres. He glanced around the room, it was empty. Gordon swiftly took out the speaker and connected it to his phone, a little ding emitting from the Bluetooth device. He opened up his music app and sent it on shuffle.
The sounds of a low synth echoed quietly through the room, followed by some robotic voices. Gordon sighed, this was all he wanted for the test.
“My computer wife likes the nightlife. Every night, tonight.” The robotic voice sung, it was very obviously vocoded, but it sounded nice like that Gordon reckoned.
“Dancing out on the dance floor,” Gordon mumbled, shutting his locker. “That's what I programmed her for, every night, tonight.”
Gordon was quick to try to get his suit off. He walked over to the three luminescent tubes in beat to the tune. He stood in one of the tubes, tapping his foot as he patiently waited. It loosened the suit so he could finally shrug the whole thing off his body.
The HEV suit was heavy and constricting, Gordon always felt freer with it off. Underneath he wore a clean, white shirt and baggy grey pants, he actually knew people that wore the suit while only wearing underpants underneath, that just felt weird to Gordon.
He shook his limbs when out of the suit, his body always felt stiff and clunky after wearing it so it was always good to try to warm up his body. He danced to the beat of the song, the tube opening up just in time for the drum solo. Gordon slid out and pretended to hit the drums as he hopped to the locker room, still in time with the music.
He laughed as the song moved into the guitar solo, Gordon’s fingers moved like lighting against the imaginary fretboard of his air guitar. He spun around and dramatically posed on one knee, his right arm raised in the air as he finished his air-guitar solo. “My computer wife likes the nightlife, every night, tonight!” Gordon damn-near scream sung, clapping in time with the beat. “Dancing out on the dance floor. That's what I programmed her for, every night, tonight.”
Then Gordon jumped up with gusto and this time pretended to play bass. He stuck his tongue out as he swung his head back and forth, feeling his hair flop everywhere. He jumped up onto the wooden seats in the middle of the room and danced across them, probably almost breaking them. Finally, he ended the song by sliding across the floor on his knees, his arm raised in the air, his pinkie and index sticking out.
He felt a tap on his shoulder. “Yo, what the f–”
“AGH!” Gordon shrieked, jolting up then collapsing on the cold tile floor. As he heavily inhaled he looked up to see a certain security guard. “Benrey..!” He breathed. “Why would you fucking do that?!”
“Whuh? What do you mean?” Benrey asked, dumbly.
“Why the fuck did you scare me?!”
Benrey tilted his head. “What are you talking about?”
“Wh– Mhhg…” Gordon shook his head as his speaker continued to blast music. Panicking, he slid and tripped over to the small device. Gordon tried to mute it but he was impatient and ended up curling the device around his arm, the speaker still playing music quietly. He cleared his throat then looked up at Benrey, who stood still. “...How much of that did you see?”
“Eh, up to the guitar solo,” Benrey replied.
Gordon slumped over and flushed. “J-Jesus,” He blurted out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Benrey shrugged. “That song was really dorky, I didn’t want to embarrass you.”
“Embarrass–?!” Gordon pursed his lips before letting out a loud, “What do you mean– Embarrass me?! You’re the one who played Vocaloid out loud during the test!”
“Yeah but you’re listening to a techno-whatever band that’s singing about computer wives.” Benrey chuckled. “Kinda sad.”
“I’m– What?!”
“You’re a lil’ nerd, Feetman, we all know it.” Benrey poked Gordon’s forehead playfully. “Don’t worry about it.”
Gordon furrowed his eyebrows, he groaned. “I can’t believe I’m being called a nerd.”