Woah, I wasn't expecting Mecha boy showing up suddenly. Taking a better look at the thing made clear that there was no pilot behind the hunky helmet. What the heck? How or who controls it, then? I'm sure Wi-Fi isn't strong enough to cut it at these lengths.
As if hearing my words, a strange voice began trying to speak to me again as we descended close to the military station. It was plain noise for now, but I had a rough idea of who was trying to connect to me. An ancient, reliable system voice. I think you know who I'm referring to.
I thought I was cool when Mecha simply left me on the ground as I waited alone beside a rock, just drawing on the dirt with a stick. Soon, an unfriendly company arrived with electric and stunt weapons and whatnot, and they shot me without warning!
I guess that was why the little robot boy ran away before he even said a word! You dang coward! Come back here and help me! We are on the same team over here, you traitor! I will remember this when I take over the planet. I promise, mecha boy!
I think as I'm shot multiple times by stunt guns, which do next to nothing. The MPs soon realized their stunt guns weren't doing shit, so they shot me with their regular guns, which proved ineffective as they used lead bullets. Turns out I'm bulletproof? Until you get me with bullets made out of the same thing I'm made of, then I explode.
I simply sit there, waiting for them to run out of ammo as I take the bullets and even some grenades face first. No problem, GG, well played! I wait and wait and wait some more, but they never seem to stop. Goddam, how many rounds do they carry on themselves?!
I might as well build a metal skirt with this much lead. A quick-thinking action soon leads to another thing, and as soon as they finish shooting me, I have already finished molding myself a mini skirt and a short lead top chain mail style. The soldiers don't seem to believe their eyes as I stand there like nothing happened.
"Are you done yet?" I ask as one of the officers calls for backup on his Jeep radio. Oh, great, I have gained my sixth star on GTA.
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"Android 52! You're under arrest for breaking the rules of your contract! You will face immediate martial court! Do not resist arrest!" The guy with the handlebar mustache screams as I sit there, still baffled at how genuine he sounded.
"And if'n I don't?" I say as I look at the man with a charming smile on my face. I had a feeling he wouldn't kill me, and sometimes people just need a positive person in their lives, right? The guy quickly flashes a grenade that says "A52 grenade" on it as he points it at me. Oh shit.
"You either let us violently arrest you, or I pull the pin and blow you, along with all of us, up!" The guy says, immediately freaking, some of the men around him; some even express their concerns to him while he plays around with the pin.
"You know what? I think I've reconsidered my options, and I have chosen to peacefully surrender so you don't have to be brutes while handling me." I respond as I throw my hands up in the air until they tell me to lay flat on the ground.
It didn't take long for them to get close to putting handcuffs on me while being ruthless, even after I told them not to. Ugh, I'm starting to think treating me like a dirtbag gives them a confidence boost or something. People seem to love putting me down like an animal lately. I'm not sure I appreciate it.
At least the worst they did was put their knees on my face and grope my ass once I stood up. Did I really have a bit butt or what? First, my owner gropes me, and now these guys, geez, talk about jaded. It didn't help that my chain mail turned to nothing just a few minutes down the road, exposing me to a bunch of men. MIND YOU.
I felt like I just unlocked another feeling at that point. It felt so weird to be exposed like that while having my hands locked; I knew they wouldn't try to rape me or anything, but they're still men! What if one of them takes a photo of me like this? Oh no, man, please don't.
What an embarrassment! Oh wait, that was the emotion I was describing. I felt embarrassed to be in that situation with absolutely no power over it whatsoever. I felt somewhat defeated and shamed. One of the soldiers soon broke the silence on the ride back to wherever I was being taken.
"How come you didn't vaporize after all those shots? That was crazy." The guy asks as he tries to act like he ain't checking me out with his predatory eyes. I didn't even look at him as I answered.
"I destroyed a giant space rock, and you thought bullets would cut it?"
"Shut up, you two. This is no time for shits and giggles. A52, this is serious; you're in deep shit after what you did. What the hell were you thinking when you taunted the anti-aircraft equipment? You just earned yourself a lecture, for sure." A mysterious man says as he covers his face from view.
"Hey, lighten up a little; grumpy is not cool, man."