Post by zenloliful on Nov 10, 2011 17:03:17 GMT -5
Amber eyes looked over the utopian city with brightness and anticipation; such qualities you would not normally give to an android's eyes, but were obviously apparent. Only the best of mechanical optics for the lovely Anna: Thanks, father. Android XII was excited for the games to begin, but she had to play in style. She needed the right moment, the wittiest comments, and the most fashionable take downs in order to score high game. That's why this beautiful little place was the target today—the place was so prosperous that they could afford shiny fountains every four blocks, parks every eight, and replaced the standard building materials for pretty chrome ones. It was awesomely massive, inspiring just to walk through... this was a complete exaggeration however, as the female Android was going to lay this place into the graveyard soon—she couldn't give a flying fladoodle about the worth or meaning of this city and the people who lived here. Her only intention was to get more points than her counterpart, and have fun doing it. Hell, maybe this would be all over the news; she'd so rub that into his face, and he'd have no choice but to accept defeat.
Upon one of the fancy chrome benches Android XII sat, overlooking a fancy chrome playground. Thankfully the humans weren't fool enough to replace the grass with chrome, and she could enjoy the pleasurable green it brought to this mostly silver place. The sun was shining at approximately noon where the shadows were at their smallest, and among the skyscrapers with reflective windows and stainless steel walls, the amount of reflected light could give one hell of a tan. It also happened to light up the entire area so clearly that everybody could see the show. The only problem with the show is that it wasn't scripted, and in such a play as this everyone but the murderer seemed to get their parts wrong. Some attempted to flee, which was against the rules, and in such a big city it would be hard to cover them all so that the show could go on.
But the show had to go on! It was a challenge for the Android but a challenge she gladly accepted. In the centermost park of this city, she would finally stand with an aura of finality about her, and almost sad that the beautiful green grass would be stained by red. Near instantly the robot's mind processed everything around me at once, without even having to look. A mother in caretaking with a baby child in a stroller to the left of the Android's position by 3.72 meters, also most likely the mother of the two redheaded children playing on the monkey bars together. A blonde teen sitting on a park bench 18.23 meters past that, listening to a walkman with headphones and otherwise ignoring the world around her. Attention focused back onto the playground: three more children, and one adult uncomfortably playing as well as if obligated by his daughter. Across the park were another set of benches, one of them with an elderly man—simply sitting. And then I calculated that there were four sets of eyes peering down on the park from the tall buildings around her. Cakewalk.
Android XII put her hands in her pockets and slowly walked to one of the monkey bar setups, but had so much anticipation building up inside her that she felt like she would self-destruct. Upon reaching the monkey bars, she would release a pointless breathe of air, and reach up to the metal bars.... her hands would come down with two of the blue rods, causing a loud metal snap to ring out. And just as swiftly she would snap both bars in half with her bare hands roughly, creating four metal pikes. By the time people started looking over toward her in surprise, she was already performing a graceful pirouette with her arms swinging out. Each bar would fly out of her hands by the time she was done, up into four different windows in the buildings adjacent to the park. Those four onlookers? Perforated by monkey bars and dead now. Before anyone could scream she had punched a hole into each and every one of the humans previously playing on the playground, flickering from place to place instantaneously. The playground quickly became a bath of bloody horror, and she finally heard that first cry of terror.
Android XII spun around again and reached her hand out to the mother of three, and quickly following a pulse of psychic energy would snap her neck back against the bench and instantly end the piercing noise coming out of her throat. But as one scream died, dozens began to rise up to take their place; from within the buildings she heard them, and the passersby were now running away. A sadistic smile came over the machine's expression and she began to enter phase two: playing Tag. She painted a target with her eyes; a man who looked like a simple businessman in a gray suit and tie. She would disappear from my place in the park with a sonic boom, and reappear behind the running man with her palm smashing into his back. She could have plowed right through the meatbag if she had used her full force, but she had already done that with the children. This time she held back on her power—yet the results were still the same. Upon impact his entire ribcage and spinal cord would deform into pieces, as the majority of his organs were crushed inside. His now lifeless body would fly head first into the ground and skid a dozen meters across the cement sidewalk to leave a trail of blood.
As soon as the tip of XII's toes touched the ground again, she vanished once more and created a subsequent sonic boom while rushing toward her next target. She would appear in mid-air before the eyes of the elderly woman back on the bench. With her old-aged mind, XII was unsure whether her impending demise even processed, but didn't really care either way. Her leg performed a roundhouse kick so fast that it sliced right through the fragile bonding between the head and the torso they called a neck. Using that same momentum she would continue her spinning kick another 360 degrees to smash through the decapitated head, causing it to explode into a gory sight. Despite the nightmare now occurring in this metropolis, XII continued her game without hesitation, laughing at the destruction she caused. She could be painting the city red for all she cared.
No one escaped the city that day, and there was no hero to rise up and save the day. This killing machine had the last laugh as she crushed the last civilian's head under her steel foot, only a kilometer away from the city—a good effort, but not good enough. Her still vibrant amber eyes looked back at the once glorious city; now it was a smoking pile of scrap metal, broken glass, and corpses. XII had been able to bring down each building with either raw strength or her power over telekinesis. And no one was quite as fast as Android XII was, so there were no escapees. Guns had been used to fight back on the occasion, but such weapons were null and ineffective against the armor XII was layered in. To sum things up, she was unstoppable and inescapable—the city had its fate determined the instant the Android set foot in her. And that was how prosperity fell... with the playful laughter of an metal monstrosity.
"That had to have put me farther ahead than XI could have ever hoped to have reached. He'll be seeing me on the news and... oohhhhhh boy. Aha ha ha ha!" Her expression became one of joy as her body began to float up off the ground. Her shadow hadn't grown much, so it hadn't taken long to fell the metropolis really; it had probably been an hour tops. When the Android was 50 meters in the air, she would suddenly shoot off away from the city to her partner-in-crime's rendezvous point, flying with her arms outstretched and her stomach face down. The wind would shoot past her unfeeling face and blow the fibers of her hair back erratically. And along the way, she admired the scenery.
He is totally not going to hear the end of this...
Upon one of the fancy chrome benches Android XII sat, overlooking a fancy chrome playground. Thankfully the humans weren't fool enough to replace the grass with chrome, and she could enjoy the pleasurable green it brought to this mostly silver place. The sun was shining at approximately noon where the shadows were at their smallest, and among the skyscrapers with reflective windows and stainless steel walls, the amount of reflected light could give one hell of a tan. It also happened to light up the entire area so clearly that everybody could see the show. The only problem with the show is that it wasn't scripted, and in such a play as this everyone but the murderer seemed to get their parts wrong. Some attempted to flee, which was against the rules, and in such a big city it would be hard to cover them all so that the show could go on.
But the show had to go on! It was a challenge for the Android but a challenge she gladly accepted. In the centermost park of this city, she would finally stand with an aura of finality about her, and almost sad that the beautiful green grass would be stained by red. Near instantly the robot's mind processed everything around me at once, without even having to look. A mother in caretaking with a baby child in a stroller to the left of the Android's position by 3.72 meters, also most likely the mother of the two redheaded children playing on the monkey bars together. A blonde teen sitting on a park bench 18.23 meters past that, listening to a walkman with headphones and otherwise ignoring the world around her. Attention focused back onto the playground: three more children, and one adult uncomfortably playing as well as if obligated by his daughter. Across the park were another set of benches, one of them with an elderly man—simply sitting. And then I calculated that there were four sets of eyes peering down on the park from the tall buildings around her. Cakewalk.
Android XII put her hands in her pockets and slowly walked to one of the monkey bar setups, but had so much anticipation building up inside her that she felt like she would self-destruct. Upon reaching the monkey bars, she would release a pointless breathe of air, and reach up to the metal bars.... her hands would come down with two of the blue rods, causing a loud metal snap to ring out. And just as swiftly she would snap both bars in half with her bare hands roughly, creating four metal pikes. By the time people started looking over toward her in surprise, she was already performing a graceful pirouette with her arms swinging out. Each bar would fly out of her hands by the time she was done, up into four different windows in the buildings adjacent to the park. Those four onlookers? Perforated by monkey bars and dead now. Before anyone could scream she had punched a hole into each and every one of the humans previously playing on the playground, flickering from place to place instantaneously. The playground quickly became a bath of bloody horror, and she finally heard that first cry of terror.
Android XII spun around again and reached her hand out to the mother of three, and quickly following a pulse of psychic energy would snap her neck back against the bench and instantly end the piercing noise coming out of her throat. But as one scream died, dozens began to rise up to take their place; from within the buildings she heard them, and the passersby were now running away. A sadistic smile came over the machine's expression and she began to enter phase two: playing Tag. She painted a target with her eyes; a man who looked like a simple businessman in a gray suit and tie. She would disappear from my place in the park with a sonic boom, and reappear behind the running man with her palm smashing into his back. She could have plowed right through the meatbag if she had used her full force, but she had already done that with the children. This time she held back on her power—yet the results were still the same. Upon impact his entire ribcage and spinal cord would deform into pieces, as the majority of his organs were crushed inside. His now lifeless body would fly head first into the ground and skid a dozen meters across the cement sidewalk to leave a trail of blood.
As soon as the tip of XII's toes touched the ground again, she vanished once more and created a subsequent sonic boom while rushing toward her next target. She would appear in mid-air before the eyes of the elderly woman back on the bench. With her old-aged mind, XII was unsure whether her impending demise even processed, but didn't really care either way. Her leg performed a roundhouse kick so fast that it sliced right through the fragile bonding between the head and the torso they called a neck. Using that same momentum she would continue her spinning kick another 360 degrees to smash through the decapitated head, causing it to explode into a gory sight. Despite the nightmare now occurring in this metropolis, XII continued her game without hesitation, laughing at the destruction she caused. She could be painting the city red for all she cared.
No one escaped the city that day, and there was no hero to rise up and save the day. This killing machine had the last laugh as she crushed the last civilian's head under her steel foot, only a kilometer away from the city—a good effort, but not good enough. Her still vibrant amber eyes looked back at the once glorious city; now it was a smoking pile of scrap metal, broken glass, and corpses. XII had been able to bring down each building with either raw strength or her power over telekinesis. And no one was quite as fast as Android XII was, so there were no escapees. Guns had been used to fight back on the occasion, but such weapons were null and ineffective against the armor XII was layered in. To sum things up, she was unstoppable and inescapable—the city had its fate determined the instant the Android set foot in her. And that was how prosperity fell... with the playful laughter of an metal monstrosity.
"That had to have put me farther ahead than XI could have ever hoped to have reached. He'll be seeing me on the news and... oohhhhhh boy. Aha ha ha ha!" Her expression became one of joy as her body began to float up off the ground. Her shadow hadn't grown much, so it hadn't taken long to fell the metropolis really; it had probably been an hour tops. When the Android was 50 meters in the air, she would suddenly shoot off away from the city to her partner-in-crime's rendezvous point, flying with her arms outstretched and her stomach face down. The wind would shoot past her unfeeling face and blow the fibers of her hair back erratically. And along the way, she admired the scenery.
He is totally not going to hear the end of this...
