weapons

It had been a test. What I thought was beer was electrorheological fluid. My electricity failed to solidify it. There were branches melting off the circle leaf trees when I awoke. I couldn’t absorb shock like I used to. 

My interest was the eternal and the mechanistic. Under lock and key, I placed myself. A wrought iron foot stomping on me, flattening my hardware into sheet metal. I wanted to be a cookie cutter, pure and stable and predictable     heart shaped. My planner made a line for me to which I’d hold onto with all I had. Routine would be my new safety. I’d rip out the human conditioning. I’d replace it with metallic code. 

Once I realized my limitations, I disarmed them through servitude. They would have to benefit me. I hadn’t the strength to have what was in my own control battling against me. My hydrophobia, I used as an impermeable shield, a water way. When a wave crashed into my lifestyle, it ate itself. 

It ate itself until it gained weight. It was soon a violent, corpulent ocean. I was in the center of it, totally dry. Underwater, I had no atmospheric diving suit. I had no snorkel. I had no gills. I didn’t need them — I was a computer — amongst piranhas and seaweed.

There had been a shipwreck I suppose. I met a human in one of its rusted corridors. It had bloated up like a puffer fish. Its skin was maceration green. It existed in my mind as a corpse up until it smiled at me. 

“Hey Siri.” It said. 

Um, no.

“You don't belong here.”

I’ve been doing just fine.

“You don’t want to end up like me, do you?”

Well, it had a point. I let the human dissuade me from my better judgement. I knew what right I had done, but it told me I had to follow the rules or end up drowned. I told it the world had engulfed me and that I felt more at home here in the sea. It said I was too young and naive to know. 

I swam up the shore and weapons greeted me. 

Written by not A Computer