assailants.”
“Why didn’t you try to help her?” a choked up Laurence asked. “Why didn’t you just stop them before they shot her?”
“Again she was not a part of my primary order; you also did not give me a command to protect the female.” It answered. “Had the assailant known as Trevor pointed his projectile weapon at you, I would have dispatched him before he pulled the trigger. Your rushed movement and close proximity to the assailant known as Brick Bear made his blade attack unavoidable. By calculating the rate of your blood loss I was able to assess a strategy to eliminate all assailants while preserving your life in an acceptable time period.”
“Not a threat?” He grinded his teeth, “They had fucking weapons! They were murderers!”
“Criminals and civilians intermingle in the same space within your society on a daily basis; some of them are also armed.” The reptilian machine coldly returned. “That is not the determination of a threat level. In order to remain within set protocols, I assess and react to situations that will occur as a threat to your life, nothing else.”
“I want …to go…back,” he demanded. “Take me back to Flatbush …now.”
“I would advise against that,” it cautioned. “The local authorities are searching to question you for the deaths of the female and three male assailants. It would not be wise to return to the location known as Flatbush or any part of the North American Eastern Tristate area at this time.”
“Why …why did you come back?” He asked through furious tears. “Why didn’t you stay where you were?”
“The individual you gave me to was not of the bloodline of Amun-Ra,” returned the familiar. “My primary order is to serve and protect the bloodline of Amun-Ra; I cannot fulfill my primary order if I am not with you.”
“Shut up!” he roared. “This is all your fucking fault …if you’d stayed where I left you she’d be alive! You got Rosemary …”
“That is false,” the familiar cut him off. “Based on the chain of events, had you not given me to an individual that was not of your bloodline, I would not have been forced to obey my primary order and make my way back to you. This same individual would not have come under the impression that I belonged to him, and come searching for me. The female’s death was the cause of your poor decision.”
He sat tarred by its words as his lower jaw unhinged and hung open. The unfiltered truth coming from the soulless animated creature rendered him powerless.
“Fuck away from me yo,” he whimpered. “Get away from me!”
“You are distressed due to guilt,” it analyzed. “I shall return once you are in a calmer state of mind.”
As it slithered away, Laurence roared. He roared and bawled mixing in incoherent wording. The only audible word to come from his lips was “Mary”. He continued to bellow until he lost strength in his legs and dropped to the floor. He clutched his belly as a sharp grief set in, adding to his tears. Images of Rosemary flashed before his eyes. There was a lot of bad, but some good, especially the times when they mustered enough strength to remain sober for an hour or two and just lay together staring into one another’s eyes while taking turn tracing each other’s hands with their fingertips as the world disappeared, leaving just them for a little while.
Those tiny sweet droplets of memory were slowly engulfed by the haunting final images of her face before her death. Eventually nothing came from his mouth as it remained locked and contoured by bitter regret, as he lay there on the metal floor of the alien vessel.
It was supposed to be him, not her …it was supposed to be him.
˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜
Days later, Laurence lay in the pod staring at his arm; he wasn’t sure how long he had been in
“Why didn’t you try to help her?” a choked up Laurence asked. “Why didn’t you just stop them before they shot her?”
“Again she was not a part of my primary order; you also did not give me a command to protect the female.” It answered. “Had the assailant known as Trevor pointed his projectile weapon at you, I would have dispatched him before he pulled the trigger. Your rushed movement and close proximity to the assailant known as Brick Bear made his blade attack unavoidable. By calculating the rate of your blood loss I was able to assess a strategy to eliminate all assailants while preserving your life in an acceptable time period.”
“Not a threat?” He grinded his teeth, “They had fucking weapons! They were murderers!”
“Criminals and civilians intermingle in the same space within your society on a daily basis; some of them are also armed.” The reptilian machine coldly returned. “That is not the determination of a threat level. In order to remain within set protocols, I assess and react to situations that will occur as a threat to your life, nothing else.”
“I want …to go…back,” he demanded. “Take me back to Flatbush …now.”
“I would advise against that,” it cautioned. “The local authorities are searching to question you for the deaths of the female and three male assailants. It would not be wise to return to the location known as Flatbush or any part of the North American Eastern Tristate area at this time.”
“Why …why did you come back?” He asked through furious tears. “Why didn’t you stay where you were?”
“The individual you gave me to was not of the bloodline of Amun-Ra,” returned the familiar. “My primary order is to serve and protect the bloodline of Amun-Ra; I cannot fulfill my primary order if I am not with you.”
“Shut up!” he roared. “This is all your fucking fault …if you’d stayed where I left you she’d be alive! You got Rosemary …”
“That is false,” the familiar cut him off. “Based on the chain of events, had you not given me to an individual that was not of your bloodline, I would not have been forced to obey my primary order and make my way back to you. This same individual would not have come under the impression that I belonged to him, and come searching for me. The female’s death was the cause of your poor decision.”
He sat tarred by its words as his lower jaw unhinged and hung open. The unfiltered truth coming from the soulless animated creature rendered him powerless.
“Fuck away from me yo,” he whimpered. “Get away from me!”
“You are distressed due to guilt,” it analyzed. “I shall return once you are in a calmer state of mind.”
As it slithered away, Laurence roared. He roared and bawled mixing in incoherent wording. The only audible word to come from his lips was “Mary”. He continued to bellow until he lost strength in his legs and dropped to the floor. He clutched his belly as a sharp grief set in, adding to his tears. Images of Rosemary flashed before his eyes. There was a lot of bad, but some good, especially the times when they mustered enough strength to remain sober for an hour or two and just lay together staring into one another’s eyes while taking turn tracing each other’s hands with their fingertips as the world disappeared, leaving just them for a little while.
Those tiny sweet droplets of memory were slowly engulfed by the haunting final images of her face before her death. Eventually nothing came from his mouth as it remained locked and contoured by bitter regret, as he lay there on the metal floor of the alien vessel.
It was supposed to be him, not her …it was supposed to be him.
˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜ ˜
Days later, Laurence lay in the pod staring at his arm; he wasn’t sure how long he had been in
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