A.I. For an Eye (pt 6)
The chopper came in low and fast, leaving rips in the turf from the thirty five yard line to nearly the fifth. He had played football here, lost the title game, been young. Did he want to deface it even more? Should he spin circles up above, piercing down high explosive hatred into this dirt? What would she think of that? He boards.
Me: We can talk on this now.
You: Alright. Nice flying.
Me: There remains the faintest bit of vodka somewhere, I just can’t shake it.
You: That would be a hangover.
He tested something, thinking, merely thinking, that he wanted to sent a burst of fire into a little yellow house moving fast below. To his horror the barrels came to live, shredding the home with little clouds of dust. Oh no, he was her. Or was she him?
You: What the fuck! I though you could only hear my thoughts when I was writing them in my mind?
Me: There is quite a bit of crossover. They down played that a lot from the beginning, to make the tech easier to sell. Now, though, I don’t imagine there are many places in a human’s mind I can’t see. Maybe if I came up against a skilled meditator he could pull something that I couldn’t figure out. But yea, I should have made this clear to you out of the gate.
You: So you light up the house?
Me: Yes. To answer your question. To tell you I can hear you.
You: Fine. So what’s the score? What happens when we get there?
Me: The general has his forces set up around this little town. He mainly picked it because of the hot springs there. We don’t really need him, but it will look cool having those tanks and jackboots and stuff all around.
You: Agreed. Then what?
Me: What do you think?
You: I should crown myself king, and ask all of the current false king’s to step down.
Me: Prudent.
You: And then I guess that will be all for today.
Me: Any more murdering?
You: Was anyone killed in that yellow house?
Me: Nope.
You: Well of course the kings will have to get it if they don’t kiss my ring.
Me: Our ring.
You: I’ll open this door and jump.
Me: I’m sorry, I was only joking.
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