The gun beeped, and spoke in its tinny monotone: "Pick me up. Pick me up. Pick me up."
"Can't."
"Pick me up."
"Can't. Hurt." He injected himself with another medspike and then curled tighter into a ball, trying to ignore the cold and the rancid water soaking through his clothes. "Call a medic."
"No medic in range. Pick me up. Kill the enemy."
"I can't. I swear to god. Read my vitals."
"No medic in range. Pick me up. Pick me up. Pick me up."
"Fuck off."
A beep, a click, and a hum: the gun had activated its self-destruct.
With weapons like that who needs enemies..?! Like the pace and repetition in this, adds to the tension.
ReplyDeleteThank you :-)
DeleteI like this - what an interesting possibility! Just wait until they go rogue. ;)
ReplyDeleteI think they're too dumb to go rogue... but you never know. :-)
DeleteWhoa. This was cool!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
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