[ he (it) would not remember this. it is why 2B inhales so shakily, drops her sword with its high-pitched clattering against the ground, and cups his (its) face. her forehead presses to his (its), just a brush of their noses away— she whispers, and just as silently her hands snake around his (its) neck in a deadly caress.
she squeezes like she would a pulp. it is not gentle. she goes not for veins and arteries, but for muscle and deep bone to snap. ]
[ she doesn’t want to know. not knowing already brings her pain. what if she knew?
she’d rather this hideous cycle simply cease. with “9S” on the ground and murdered by her hands, crushed airways and bone— she responds to her report with a frigid heart, feeling heavy, numb, and her eyes wet with silent tears. ]
This is 2E. [ not 2B. 2E. ] Target 9S— termination: confirmed.
[ confirmed, says pod. suggestion: wipe personal data and reinstall factory settings.
2E does not question it. she simply picks herself up with a tight face and twisted wet lips, with one whisper of a request: ]
[ Murderbot comes to in the back of The Entertainment Feed, its body coursing with adrenaline. Despite nothing going on there, only a construct holding a miniature copy of Pod made from bone, every measure shoots through the roof.
A warning pops up about Murderbot's performance reliability. It ignores it. A hard shutdown would reset everything, but those hurt like fuck. It's never done that on purpose. Away from the terrible situation, it's not starting now.
Instead, Murderbot starts watching The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon again while it looks at 2B's contact information. Eventually it sends her a message. ]
What happened to the other android in your memory book from September—9S?
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[ he (it) would not remember this. it is why 2B inhales so shakily, drops her sword with its high-pitched clattering against the ground, and cups his (its) face. her forehead presses to his (its), just a brush of their noses away— she whispers, and just as silently her hands snake around his (its) neck in a deadly caress.
she squeezes like she would a pulp. it is not gentle. she goes not for veins and arteries, but for muscle and deep bone to snap. ]
—Goodbye.
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Please—
Know—
Live—
[ That's all it can manage before it's gone. ]
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she’d rather this hideous cycle simply cease. with “9S” on the ground and murdered by her hands, crushed airways and bone— she responds to her report with a frigid heart, feeling heavy, numb, and her eyes wet with silent tears. ]
This is 2E. [ not 2B. 2E. ] Target 9S— termination: confirmed.
[ confirmed, says pod. suggestion: wipe personal data and reinstall factory settings.
2E does not question it. she simply picks herself up with a tight face and twisted wet lips, with one whisper of a request: ]
I don’t want to do this anymore—
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A warning pops up about Murderbot's performance reliability. It ignores it. A hard shutdown would reset everything, but those hurt like fuck. It's never done that on purpose. Away from the terrible situation, it's not starting now.
Instead, Murderbot starts watching The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon again while it looks at 2B's contact information. Eventually it sends her a message. ]
What happened to the other android in your memory book from September—9S?
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[ she doesn’t know why it’s asking. she refrains from asking back. ]
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He backed up my personal data first.
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Did you get to know him again after that?
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Many times.
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What's that like? Getting to know someone... again over and over? Isn't it awkward?
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Do what?
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[ It's out there now. Hopefully 2B doesn't feel compelled to kill it for knowing. ]
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Does how matter when we don't have control over it happening?