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Featured Author - October Bruekmann Story of the week: View past Author's of the Month. |
Suddenly, her body flinched violently. Next thing I know, I hear what sounds like a hair-dryer, except that it CAN’T be, because the sound is coming from INSIDE her CHEST. It sounded like one of those tiny fans that are built into computers to dissipate heat. Except it sounded like THIS one was hooked up to 225 horse-power Corvette engine! Black smoke started billowing up behind her, saturating the whole suite with the stench of burnt plastic. “Whoops! Looks like I got a little hot under the collar! Nonsense. There’s nothing wrong with me. If you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen. My systems are functioning flawlessly. I think I overstayed my welcome. I’m doing very well, thank-you. Maybe a drink wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I need to cool off.” With that, she turned on her heel and tried to leave the room. Agape, there was nothing I could do but watch, and examine the cavity on her back which she had exposed. It was not dark inside of her, as I somehow assumed it would be. Instead, there was an ominous orange glow, like the tip of a lit cigarette. And yep, I could make out a small fan too, evidently working overtime to rid the robot businesswoman of her excess heat. I couldn’t make out any details through the smoke. She took a step in the direction of the door, as if to leave. She would have done it too, if it hadn’t been for one simple fact which she failed to take into account: the door was still closed. Full speed, she crashed right into the door. Shuddering, she took a step backwards. Her every movement became stiff and jerky as she tried repeatedly to leave the room. It said a lot about the ruined state of her systems that it still hadn’t occurred to her to go for the door handle. |
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