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DONKEY FROGS & PANTRY GOBLINS

by Richard Tornello


I'm Still Standing

by Richard Tornello


I’m Still Standing

 

Story by, RdotTornello © 2015

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The Village idiot Press

 

 

 

A probe of some kind is jammed into me. A hand, a strong perfumed hand, grabs me. I cannot see. My sight has been cut off. This hand grabs my neck, lifts me up, yanks me back and then rams my face into a metal wall. Then slam-slam-slam –slam-slam.

 

I keep telling myself, I will not break, I will not break, I will not…slam-slam-slam. My god, that hurts. The shocks run all through me.  I could just crack and die. NO!

I’m strong I will not crack, I will not break, no matter. What?

 

One of them just shoved some metal thing up my… my god what’s wrong with these people?

 

And again this same hand, I can smell it, grabs my neck, pull and push and slam-slam-slam-slam.

 

I have no idea where I am. Now it’s cold. I’m on the floor. I can tell it’s concrete, and it is cold. They leave me here, blind and with no protection. Why what have I done?

 

A different hand grabs me and throws me on a table; some greasy wet instrument is being shoved into me again and again. When will they stop?

I WILL NOT crack. I will not break!  I am strong.

 

It’s so cold.

 

I must have passed out. It’s that perfumed hand again.  She’s grabbing me and what now? I feel warm, no not warm, I feel hot. I want to scream but I can’t.

 

Someone else jams me up with that probe and rams me against that metal wall. Slam-slam. It’s only two times. What do they think I’ll break? Have they no mercy? 

 

And it stops. They never talk; they just do, and do. I can hear their breathing and their laughter. And I hear the fingers hitting a keyboard.

 

And… what…wait, they’re  gone. I’m expecting more of the same that I didn’t hear them leave. I heard no door open. I’m still blind. I hurt, I’m burned, and I’m dirty and greasy all over from that shit they put on me and into me.

 

The door opens and I hear her. “That session was a good one. Let’s see if this one will do the job.

 

Not a fucking chance. I will not break. I’d better never meet you. I’d better never see you or know your name, I’d better…another probe is shoved in me, I’m slammed against the metal wall and it feels like it explodes inside me. I’m going to die, my god.  I will not break. I will not crack no matter what they do. I will not…

 

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Well Dr. Wells. What do you think of our experiment?

 

“Mr. K,” says Dr. Wells, “I’m impressed. This metallurgy, the combination of the graphine and chrome moly in this new weapon is stronger and lighter than anything we’ve made or anyone as manufactured before. It won’t jam and it morphs to accept all ammunition including a mix of the NATO and Russian calibers.  This should, no it will knock the AK 47 off the bestseller list once we get these out to market.  The Board of Directors will be very pleased and more so once we get that export license.

 

“How long before we can start production?” ask Dr. Wells as she handles the weapon.  You said you added some other things to the manufacturing process which makes it more adaptable in all combat situations.

 

Mr. K responds, “Dr. Wells, regarding production, we already have. The warehouse is full.  And as far as your other question goes, all I’m allowed to disclose is that we developed a granular sub atomic artificial intelligence function that’s imbedded into the whole gun that allows the alloy to remember and learn from experience. 

 

“We’re experimenting with the next generation. You’re holding one of the prototypes it in your hands right now.  We think we’ve discovered something odd about the AI functions and we’re shipping them to Aberdeen and a DARPA lab for some classified testing tomorrow.

 

Mr. K adds, “Dr. Wells, if you want to play with it a bit more we recommend five shots and running a cleaning rod through it. This way you maintain the accuracy for testing purposes.  In the field it’s not important. The gun will function in any environment. The cleaning patches, rods, jags, solvents and oil are on the table. Have fun.”

 

 

The End

 




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