My Wattpad Sociopath

Chapter 6

                     © 2013 by tore56789 (GOS) All rights reserved.

When I finished my breakfast, after having enjoyed it immensely, I saw there was an incoming connection on the monitor, positioned right before me.  The display was touch-sensitive, so I pressed ALLOW on the screen.  I expected it to be David, obviously asking why I hadn’t gotten back onto him.  Or some of my other buddies checking into reality room 101; after having come back down from all the drugs, booze, sex, they had indulged in, in the last few days.  I thought it might even be my mum or dad.

But then I very quickly realized it was Kari’s I-phone.  For a few seconds I just stared at the screen, lost, not sure what to expect.  Then I pressed the RECEIVE. “Just wanted to let you know you’re off my shit-list.”  Her voice wasn’t jolly.  But wasn’t cold either.  I suspected it would be a little while before I was fully forgiven.  This was just her way of saying, for now at least, she was still okay about us staying together in a relationship.

                     
Keri was lying back beautifully brown, her sunny blond hair placed back from her face, in a bright yellow bikini, against a while metallic background.  And if that hadn’t given away her location, the wash of the sea I heard in the background, certainly did.  “High five Keri,” Cindy said back cheerfully, saluting the monitor, acting like as if she had done a few lines of cocaine beforehand, holding out her artificial hand for the traditional downward greeting of palm against palm.    

“Hi,” Keri said back, not with the same enthusiasm.  And certainly not in any way wishing to go into the motions of the greeting.  And then as quickly, she added, “What is the matter with her?”

I laughed, as I watched Cindy now in gyrations around Art and Val, who were looking on her actions with the utmost confusion, and somewhat annoyance, as they were trying to enjoy their film –which was still about that adorable Scottish Border collie.  Suddenly the fembot started to give out, and began to purposely block their viewing with her body, as she sang out really loud with a One Direction song. “And we danced all night to the best song ever.  We knew every line, now I can't remember how it goes, but I know that I won't forget her’ cause we danced all night to the best song ever..!”

  
I saw Val trying to push her back.  And just as the fembot slammed her fist into his chest, with all the gathered up frustrations of her programmed teenage years, I saw her action’s freeze.  She appeared for about ten seconds, like as if she was having a standing grand mal epileptic seizure –that caused her to go statuesque, but still allowed her limbs to trembling somewhat.  And then she collapsed to the ground, as unanimated as death –her red eyes no longer illuminated.

  
I didn’t need to ask Art or Val what just happened. I knew the banks of powerful computers which monitored the automations in the real world, had frozen her programming.  Because she had broken one of my Dad’s Primary Directives: THAT A SYNTHETIC UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES, MUST EVER TRY AND HARM ANOTHER SYNTHETIC!

As I watched, she was quickly removed my maintenance robots, whose actions Art or Val didn’t seem too perturbed about, as they continued on enjoying their tearjerker.  I understood from there, everything which had led up to her malfunction would be carefully processed, not a whole lot different than how a 747’s black box would be scrutinized over for abnormalities in the recordings, following a crash.

 
Keri, who had a camera angle to everything, remarked after a moment, “So she malfunctioned?”

 
“If you call getting the One Direction virus malfunctioning, I guess she did.”

“I kind of liked her version of the song. The boys would be onto a winning combination if they commandeered her vocals, somewhat like a Tina Turner on acid with that roar of hers,” she laughed, before adding, “So I take it you wore the t-shirt to remember me? Haw?”

“I guess.”

“You’d love it here, on the Straits Mark.  Miles of blue, with dolphins bumping up against the side of the yacht, like big playful puppies.  Shauna threw a ball in, and guess what, one of them even went so far as to bounce it right back at her, after playing with it on his nose for a spell.”

“That’s nice.  Sounds like Heaven.” I said after a little delay.  The way guys do when they aren’t really interested in listening to what girls prattle on about.  I knew Shauna was her fourteen year old sister.  I wasn’t sure if wild dolphins could perform such acts, but I guessed it was possible it had escaped from somewhere –maybe even as far off as Orlando in Florida.  But either way, I wasn’t really interested in hearing about it, as it reminded me I wasn’t there, but at our estate in Co. Galway.

 
I was grateful more and more pain was leaving Keri’s voice, as if the Straits of Gibraltar were washing it all away.  “So how is Mr Fluffy?”  I asked after a moment.

She laughed, “Preferring to stay indoors these days.  After that narrow escape with that Great White.  Who would have no doubt consumed him as an appetizer?”

“Can well believe that,” I laughed back, getting caught up again in the backwash of Keri’s laughter, like I had always done.  I knew Fluffy was a five year old (in human years) black Persian tomcat, who had had a very narrow escape one summer’s evening two years earlier, when a freak sea breeze had put an end his fun and games, high up on a sail.  It was Shauna’s alertness on that day, to the event, and screaming for help, which had saved poor Fluffy from going down the shark’s throat, as he swam small and frightened for their boat.  I guess you could say as well, the high powered rife slugs which had penetrated into the shark's dark grey hide, fired by the boat staff, had also done a great deal to prolonging the cat’s life, as they had sent that horrible ghoulish eating machine back down into the depths from where it had come from, trailing red as it submerged.  After that, Fluffy never even wanted to go back out on deck, not to mind attempting anything more adventurous.

     
There was a pause, and I knew from that it was her way of saying it was time to get down to more serious business, now that all the small talk was out of the way. “You are a very lucky boy.  The twins confirmed your side of the story.  How the Morrissey Sisters had been planning the whole thing well in advance.  And from what the twins said, you hadn’t had a ghost chance, as they had intended to spike your drink with a psychedelic drug, and then take you to one of the rooms.”  She paused.  And I saw her take a sip from a glass.  “So Lover Boy, it wasn’t the shit the pharmacy Boys gave you, as you first thought.”

There was loud laughter behind me.  And when it died down Keri asked lost, “What just happened?”

“Think my dad is running some controlled test how the synthetics react to emotional stimulus.  They’ve gone from a 1940s Lassie earlier, to now Mork and Mindy from the seventies.  Val and Art seem to think Robin William’s nanu, nanu act, is the funniest think they ever saw.” I laughed afterwards.

 
Kari gave a bemused sort of laugh, “Wonder how they’d react to hard core porn?”

“I would think that would overload the big computers they’re using to number crunch this whole operation.”

“Talking about overload? Have you looked at your Wattpad page?”

“I saw the crazy comments.  I was thinking earlier of contacting her to see if we couldn’t come to some understanding.”

Keri didn’t come back right away.  “It might be too late for that darling?”

Not having been too pleased that she was holding back something from me, I went on the defence. “What are you hinting at Keri?”