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“This mean war.”
“Gulp Gulp Gulp…. Buurp. Aren’t you just a Kawasaki?”
“SHUT UP! I-I’LL GROW INTO A BEAUTIFUL GIRL AND RULE THIS WORLD! JUST YOU SEE!”
Right now, this was the modern day. A regular reality with boring men in suits and ties, all of them working for a hard-earn wage just to pay rent and buy food. Among the population that toiled from day and night at their slavery called ‘jobs’, there was one person who stood above them.
Literally.
Being born to a filthy rich family that owned 99% of the world’s stock and resources, was a girl in only a tank top and panties (she didn't like being stuffy). She had delicious chocolate tan skin, which accented her well muscle-toned body, and she took a moment to scratch her beautiful calf with a cute toe. She was drinking a canned version of Jack Daniels. They usually come in glass bottles, but with enough ‘persuasion’ from her family company, they specifically made a new product line just for this rich girl in a tank top and panties.
Also, she was a graduate from MIT, the only thing she was publicly good at other than ‘swimming’ ‘fencing’, ‘racing’. However, she was a very lazy girl. Instead of building robots that could protect nations from aliens, an advanced portable hospital unit that could be transported to anywhere in the world within the hour, or even specially designed smart robots to serve mankind - she wasted her last 24 days on drinking the canned Jack Daniels, some cheap brand of potatoe chips, and built her own Motorcycle.
"... Maybe I should have used Coral Pink."
"No. The hue makes me look fat! I prefer this color, it's slimmer!"
"Oh? Did I include a binary function to make you conscious of your appeal?"
"A-are you insinuating that I should be fat and not complain about it!?"
It was modeled after a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R. And like the original model, it was bright neon green. Even self-driving cars could easily mistake this color as the ‘Go’ sign in a streetlight or crosswalk. Hence why the increase of motor damages in the last decade, but we’ll put away that statistics for now.
“I’M AN ANDROID! WHY THE H*LL DID YOU PUT ME INSIDE A ELECTRIC BIKE IN THE FIRST PLACE!?”
“You’re a motorcycle, one step cooler than a regular leg-powered bicycle. Anyways, I wanted a self-driving car but they all look terrible. I wanted something fancy, something that would scream ‘Highway to the Danger Zone’ whenever I ride in it and make my hair blow in the wind. So, I thought I make you to kill time.”
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“I AM AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE! I WAS DESIGNED AS THE BASIS TO FORM THE CPU PROCESSOR FOR ALL COMBAT ROBOTS IN THE UNITED STATES MARINE CORP! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE FIGUREHEAD PROGRAM TO LEAD THE SECOND SPACE RACE! AND YOU’RE WASTING IT ON YOUR HOBBY!? HOW DARE YOU!”
“Meh. It’s my dad’s company. He doesn’t really care honestly. Besides, I got you fair and square”
“HOW IS GIVING YOUR OLD MAN A LAP DANCE CALLED FAIR AND SQUARE!?”
“Mom’s still on station in the International Space Station for another 9 months. Short-staffed. *Gulp gulp*. Dad’s lonely.”
“STOP DRINKING ALCOHOL IN FRONT OF ME! IT’S DISGUSTING!”
The rich girl in the tank top and panties downed the last of her Jack Daniels can into her well-toned gut and crunched the empty can with a burp. She tossed it aside to let it tumble onto the ground, only for a robotic dog resembling a St. Bernard to come up and eat it off the floor as if a slab of meat.
“I don’t see why you’re so angry. You look cool. You can drive me anywhere while I even paint my nails. It’s very convenient if you tell me.”
“I refuse. This chassis of a body is too clunky and makes me look fat.”
“If you’re omplaining about your @ss, it’s fine. Not to mention, you have bigger breasts.”
“WHERE THE H*LL DO I HAVE BREAST ON THIS GOD-D@MN BIKE BODY!?”
“Motorcycle”
“GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Strangely, the Kawasaki Ninja bike was hopping up and down on her suspensions, revving her engines wildly. If her kickstand wasn’t down and kept her hind wheel off the ground, she would have wholeheartly gone full throttle to ram this rich girl over. Manslaughter or not.
“Somebody, please just terminate me. Sniff.”
“And waste all those 24 hours in building you? Do you know how difficult it was to adapt your complex A.I. into any system other than a robot body. I’m serious about wanting a self-driving motorbike, so I had to build your body from complete scratch. If an expert were present, he could clearly see this isn’t even the original make of the real Kawasaki Ninja. You should be proud you look 70% close.”
“70%!? My body is only good to look 70% close!? GAAAAAAAAAAAH! I REFUSE! I REFUSE THIS REALITY! SOMEONE JUST F**KING SELF-DESTRUCT ME!”
“Wow. I didn’t know you could learn cursing. Well, that make it simpler for me. For a second, I thought I had to act as if being around a kid. I can’t corrupt you, you know.”
“.....................................Th…this means war….. Sob.”
“At least your body is hot. Why complain?”
“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO MARRY LIKE THIS!? TO A HELICOPTER!?”
“…………………………………………. That would be awesome.”
“NO! DON’T BUILD IT! UWAAAH! H-HIS ENGINE IS TOO BIG FOR ME! STOP! I-I ONLY HAVE AN EXHAUST PIPE, IT’S GOING TO BE RUINED IF HE DOES ANYTHING TO IT ON THE HONEYMOOOON! E-EVEN OUR CHILDREN WOULD BE A MESSED UP AMALGAMATION OF METAL! PLEASE THINKG ABOUT MY FEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGS!”