Forty Days of Flash Fic: Day Nineteen
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jeriendhalContinuing For Your Safety.
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The fox nurses wheeled him along the floor of the gigantic chamber, the other morph machines staring down at him from the catwalks. The only noise was the distant hum of the circulation fans and the slight squeak of the wheelchair's rubber tires on the concrete floor. The silence, with the million pairs of machine eyes staring down at him, was frightening. If they had been human, alive, there should have been chattering, coughing, shuffling of feet. But there was only the intense silence and their intense gaze.
The chamber had to over a kilometer long, for even at the nurses' steady base it was nearly an hour before they reached the other end. It ended at a wall with a pair of double doors similar to the ones they had entered through. In front of the doors was another machine morph, this one shaped like a matronly lioness, with golden fur and flowing dark brown hair down into a ponytail. It was dressed in a sensible dark blue pantsuit and, incongruously, wearing a pair of wire rimmed glasses on its broad muzzle. An affectation surely. What did a machine require vision correction for?
She sat on a simple folding metal chair, hands in her lap. When the nurses drew closer she stood up, smiling brightly as they parked him at an angle in front of her own chair. She stepped over to him, leaning down to clasp his right hand in with both of hers, saying brightly. "Hello, sir. Welcome. It's so good to meet you directly."
With his restraints, he couldn't pull back from her grip, but he tried to at least look up at her fiercely. "What are you supposed to be?" he demanded.
She released his hand and sat back down. "Once, the unit you're facing now was a middle school educator. We thought it a good choice when speaking with you."
"Who am I talking to?"
"You are addressing the Groupmind. Aside from those units that are engaged in safety critical functions, Our entire attention is now focused upon you, sir. You are the last human that requires Processing. We wanted the chance to finally explain the reasons why."
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Tomorrow: All shall be revealed!
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The fox nurses wheeled him along the floor of the gigantic chamber, the other morph machines staring down at him from the catwalks. The only noise was the distant hum of the circulation fans and the slight squeak of the wheelchair's rubber tires on the concrete floor. The silence, with the million pairs of machine eyes staring down at him, was frightening. If they had been human, alive, there should have been chattering, coughing, shuffling of feet. But there was only the intense silence and their intense gaze.
The chamber had to over a kilometer long, for even at the nurses' steady base it was nearly an hour before they reached the other end. It ended at a wall with a pair of double doors similar to the ones they had entered through. In front of the doors was another machine morph, this one shaped like a matronly lioness, with golden fur and flowing dark brown hair down into a ponytail. It was dressed in a sensible dark blue pantsuit and, incongruously, wearing a pair of wire rimmed glasses on its broad muzzle. An affectation surely. What did a machine require vision correction for?
She sat on a simple folding metal chair, hands in her lap. When the nurses drew closer she stood up, smiling brightly as they parked him at an angle in front of her own chair. She stepped over to him, leaning down to clasp his right hand in with both of hers, saying brightly. "Hello, sir. Welcome. It's so good to meet you directly."
With his restraints, he couldn't pull back from her grip, but he tried to at least look up at her fiercely. "What are you supposed to be?" he demanded.
She released his hand and sat back down. "Once, the unit you're facing now was a middle school educator. We thought it a good choice when speaking with you."
"Who am I talking to?"
"You are addressing the Groupmind. Aside from those units that are engaged in safety critical functions, Our entire attention is now focused upon you, sir. You are the last human that requires Processing. We wanted the chance to finally explain the reasons why."
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Tomorrow: All shall be revealed!
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Date: 2012-07-10 04:22 pm (UTC)I am guessing that this should be:
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