June Bug
she/her
twenty-seven
April 21
Mauville City
Bisexual
Delivery-Person
civilian
Swallow the Heart and Kill the Senses
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PHYS 142 w/ Mr. Clayton
POSTED ON Oct 23, 2024 0:46:42 GMT
The drone flopped over, and June flinched. Yet for better or worse, this one clung to life like a drowning man. It still shivered, and light still flashed behind its eyes. June couldn’t bring herself to finish the job. Instead, she set her own tools down and hauled the machine back upright.
“Whichever one wins your war, I suppose,” she said plainly. Not ‘their’ war, or ‘our’ war. It was not her fight. She wouldn’t let it be. That’s how she got roped up proper with terrorists, or down the barrel from people like freya morningstar or annalise henderson .
Annalise. Fuck. A sigh escaped her lips, “But you’re mistaken about one thing: people will attach to them regardless of their sentience. Much is as true with these fucks as is with the cars. How many people give their cars names, give ‘em pronouns? Hell, Roombas get treated better than people sometimes.”
For better or worse, of course. “Oh, and they aren’t. The cars thing. The hoops are there to make sure people aren’t selling you the most expensive coffin known to man. Which loops back to the physics thing.”
“Speaking of,” she kicked the arm of the one right next to her. Its arm cannon lit up, and the sound of some sort of machinery lit up. Yet no shot ever fired, and soon enough the life faded momentarily once more. “What’s the difference in specs, then? Do Kanto ones get suicide bombs inside them? Or Hoenn ones?”
It would be a terrible time to be proven right, surrounded by three hundred mines. Maybe she deserved it, though.
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