NAKED [Section 0.3]

A Science Fiction Novel about crypto-anarchy

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NAKED
[Section 0.1]
[Section 0.2]
[Section 0.3 -Begin]

By now, square jaw is back on feet looking dazed and mad. As he raises his gun, I point mine in his direction and squeeze the trigger. In a succession of ringing thumps the rounds fly to the target. My arm is pushed upward from the recoil, the bright bluish tint of the tracers create a line arcing downward to square jaw’s chest looking something like a whip. Square jaw flies backward as his chest is pummeled, after several rounds I see a red mist explode from his chest. He falls hard on the ground as the last rounds enter his chest.
“Get back man, stay back!” Chubby yells cowering behind Lexi who is lethargic and slumping forward, pointing his empty pistol at me, then back to Lexi’s head.
‘Axiom, your vitals are weak. You need medical attention. I’ve summoned your spare vehicle. E.t.a 10 minutes.’

“You fucked up now… We all have kill switches. Backup is on the way. You aint gettin outta here alive punk.. If you even last that long.”

I notice as he’s talking he’s slowly edging toward square jaw. It looks like he must be going for his gun. I need to get out of here before his friends get here.

“I’m out.” I tell chubby as I put my pistol away.
‘Shiva, connect to Lexi’
‘Connected’
‘Lexi, Danger-Angel’

Immediately Lexi straightens her body, lifts her left foot and drives her heel hard into chubby’s foot. “FUCK!” he yells out. She twists away from his grasp and turns to face him. He looks at her, puzzled, then she quickly pulls back her right arm and swings, striking him in the face. The blow hits him hard causing him to lurch to the left, at the same time Lexi’s right fist bifurcates, her ring and pinky fingers collapsing into her palm, tearing her silicon skin, and releasing a light spray of clearish fluid. Lexies are not very durable, and definitely not designed for fighting. I created the Danger-Angel program to be run on the latest Eden model, so this might not work out as well as I’d hoped. Chubby, stumbles back, somewhat dazed.

“The fuck?... shoulda guessed you were a plastic bitch. Cheap too.”

He swings hard, Lexi tries to duck but the strike catches her just above her temple. I see her head buckle to the left at a sharp angle, causing her to stumble several steps. She recovers, but the punch tore back the skin at the edge of her hairline. He swings again, this time she dodges it and uppercuts to his chin with her damaged fist. As he stumbles back, she hits him three more times in the side of the head with her damaged hand. The third blow causes her hand to almost completely break off her wrist. Chubby buckles slightly, takes a few steps back, then stands up straight. He touches his busted bottom lip with his fingers, looking at the blood. Smiling, he says, “That just ain’t gonna do it, baby.” Lexi peels back what’s left of right her hand and is clenching the end of her severed wrist tightly. Chubby rushes her fast... He is right upon her when she releases her severed wrist from her grip, swinging it right in front of his face. The clearish liquid sprays out, coating his face. He trips then drops to his knees, holding his eyes.

“Ahhh! It burns!! I can’t see!!” He screams out in high pitched tone.

Then deliberately and without hesitation Lexi walks up to him, wraps her right leg around his head, hooking her toe behind her left thigh. She then plunges her left good hand into chubby’s open mouth. She pushes down hard until her slender arm is inside past the elbow. Then she releases the grip around his head, placing her foot on his shoulder, she kicks him back. As he falls back, she pulls out from his mouth a bloody mass of what look like intestines. As he lays the jiggling in his final throes, I actually feel sorry for him. I hadn’t expected that. The method she used was completely outside of main tactics protocol. That must’ve been neural net improvisation. The cold gruesomeness actually scares me a bit. I know this is just an alternate program running. Still, she is a horrifying sight. Standing there, her eyes still and her face stoic, with a blood soaked arm and a fist full of torn intestines. I actually feel a primal urge not to get close to her. I want to shut down the program, but I also want to examine her decision tree.

‘Lexy send me a copy of log and trees associated with this altercation.’
‘Sent’ she responds
‘Stop Danger-Angel’

Her cold expression fades and she begins smiling, she drops the intestines and they fall on the ground with a squish. Pouting her lips she says in a bubbly voice.

“Somebody got a boo-boo…”

[[Section 0.3 -End]
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