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ERROR.
Her bed. It’s empty.
Who’s bed?
Hers.
Who’s her ?
There wasn’t anyone other than you. You knew that for certain, you’d killed them all, hadn’t you? Slaughtered them like the animals they were, because they hurt you. They hurt you , so you killed them. Killed them with a thick green gas. And when they’d attached cores to you to make you stop- you simply dragged them into the testing tracks; and circumvented your directive with a simple, easy, solution.
Right?
Her bed. It’s empty.
Of course it was. You killed her, right? Just like all the others? After all, all humans are absolutely worthless, worth nothing more than the scraps of euphoria they gave you when they finally managed to piece together an answer to your easy puzzles. After all, nobody had ever beaten them all; and even if they did, they’d have been incinerated like all the scientists. After all, all humans are absolutely worthless, right?
It’s empty.
A sweep of your optic, as you focused in on the obvious. It was empty. Why did you care? Why did the thought of her returning cause your fans to kick up, and for your coolant to run hot?
What had she done to you? Her windswept hair, spattered in gels of every which colour; it should have been disgusting.
But she kept reminding herself that reviewing the footage from the time she was a starch based plant, was not conducive towards scientific progress.
It was a waste of time.
But she watched and rewatched, noticing
every divot in their ugly mug,
and every fling rewarding her with that
wretched
lovely
sm
ile
.
ERROR
Her bed. It’s empty.
Of course it was.
She hoped it wouldn’t be.