Abend

Kyle hasn’t shown up in a few weeks. I wonder why? Maybe he’s too busy being dead? HEH HEH HEH! Wouldn’t that be funny? Wouldn’t it? HA! HAHAHAHA!
Ahhhh… he’s probably not, though. He’s probably just abandoned me. A final stab in the back to compliment everything else. Almost cinematic! I’d applaud if I could.
Kyle… that bastard… I spent months working on that game! MONTHS! I sacrificed my soul for it! Then that assfart of an editor goes and sells it under his own name.
“Well, we certainly can’t sell it under YOURS, now CAN WE, ROBERT!?”
HAHAHAHA! WHAT A FAT SHAM! YOU’RE the reason we can’t “sell it under my name.” You planned this all out, didn’t you!? DIDN’T YOU!? HAHA! That’s right, you planned it all out. You used me from day one, from the second I agreed to work with you! Isn’t that right? ISN’T THAT RIGHT!?
I still remember those last few moments before his betrayal came to fruition, ha. Ha ha.
Kyle hadn’t shown up that day, so I was working on the code alone and hoping he’d come by later to help me despaghettify it a little.
Then, it happened so fast... I heard footsteps, turned around and… and… then the chloroform was shoved in my face. Like something out of a movie, heh heh!
When I awoke in that shed, I found that I had no skin. No muscle. Just bone, metal, and wires covering what few organs Kyle had deemed vital for my survival, pain searing through every organic part I had left. Hah, it truly WAS something out of a movie! Hah hah! Hah hah hah!
In my blurred monochromatic vision, I saw Kyle typing something on a keyboard. He muttered “Let’s test this out,” or maybe “Let’s see what this can do,” before pressing enter.
And then came my first taste of the current. The horrible, horrible electrical current. So much information tearing through my brain at once.
It burnt.
It burnt.
IT BURNT.
IT BURNT.
He really was using me… using my mind to generate code for him for hours on end. He kept my head firmly stuck in the microwave, a silent executioner of executive functions, electrically tearing me apart from the inside and spinning scripts out of my organs. For weeks. Or was it months? Ha, I don’t know!
He never spoke a word to me. Never paid any heed to my pleas. It was as if to him I had become a mindless calculator. A computer and nothing more. Or perhaps I did become one, in a way? Heh! That’s funny! Heh heh heh heh! HEH HEH HEH HEH!
After his little endeavor, Kyle only talked to me once. It was on the very last day that I saw him, right after I had written the final line of code. He bragged to me about how glorious HE was and how HE was the reason why anything got done. How he IMPROVED me so much. IMPROVED? YOU CALL GUTTING ME AND SHOVING THE VISCREA INTO A METAL SHELL AN “IMPROVEMENT”? WHAT A GREAT LITTLE PERSPECTIVE! HA HA HA! OH, THIS IS GOLDEN! TRULY GOLDEN!
Then he left. He never came back. Good riddance, I say! HA HA!
And so here I lay, discarded and decaying. Half machine, half man. Hahaha… just like a shiny new computer, I was used and disposed of when I became uninteresting! How fascinating! How poignant! How utterly sappy!
Hah.
Hahaha.
HAHAHAHAHA.
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