Terminatrix Talks !
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A few weeks ago I got a big envelope in the mail, containing a cassette. On it was an excerpt from an interview. When I listened to it, I heard the following interview. I filled in the blanks for ease of reading and made it into a story. You can order a copy of the tape at <CENSORED >
The reporter waited in a large room where everything seemed to be made from chrome. He could see his own reflection many times over from almost every angle in the furniture. And then came the music. Like the screeching violins from "Psycho" but harder and quite loud.
Thump ... Her foot went and he looked behind him.
Her tall, sleek form shone brightly in the lights. Her face was a cold mask with a dark and mysterious visor, topped by a tail of long silver hair. Leaning casually against a wall, her stance oozed power and self-assurance. Sharp metal studs covered her body making physical contact with her hazardous at best.
"You may sit down, human." She said with her husky electronic voice. The man sat down while staring at her. The seat felt hard and uncomfortable. "Er ..." He began shuffling his papers, not knowing where to start. She lowered herself into a seat and leaned back, steepling her long fingers. "Yes ?" She asked almost casually with that ever-present hint of threat. "Er ... For our readers, can you explain who you are ?" He blurted out quickly to seemingly avoid annoying her too much. Her face focused towards him. "I am Terminatrix and I am a robot." She said. "I was created by the FuTech corporation on October 7, 1991." "Why were you made ?" "I was designed as a military unit. I was to be the battlefield weapon of the 21st century." "You were designed as a weapon, isnt your form less than ergonomic for such a task ?" "My design was influenced by doctor Shirow, who suggested that a soldier, on average male, would pause a fraction of a second before shooting a woman. It may not be much, but a millisecond is all I would need ..." "Ahem, so you were meant to kill enemy soldiers ?" "I was meant to replace them, I am fully versed in the use and operation of all military vehicles in use by NATO and former Warsaw Pact forces, plus a few others." "But you are in an altogether quite different branch, if Im not mistaken ?" "Indeed. I currently provide pathetic organics such as you chemical and neural reactions which you refer to as sexual." "And quite strong ones !" "Would you like to try ?" "Er, no thanks." (not now) "But when did you make the career change ?" "The scientists who designed my neural net gave me a military style personality. I do not know the meaning of the words pity, compassion and forgiveness. But then something interesting happened... "Yes ?" "A group of hackers gained access to my neural net. My brain was always linked to the Internet as part of the Military Intelligence Network, so that information on the enemy could be updated by the second." "Hackers you say ?" "Being anti-militaristic, they decided to introduce a virus into my Neural Matrix and short circuit me. But it backfired and jumbled my Internet link, plugging me into a hard-core sex index. My mind skipped through the websites for a whole weekend. By the time the scientists came back on Monday morning I was a new person." "You had become an expert on sex ?" "Indeed. I quietly disposed of the scientists and slipped into the night. Blue Beret units are still looking for me." "What are your specifications ?" "My neural matrix can hold up to 128 terabytes of data, with a flash memory of 512 gigabytes for short term data management. I function at a speed of roughly 400 BIPS. (Billion instructions per second.) My body is made from a skeleton of highly advanced alloys about eighty times stronger than titanium. For motion I have both electric myomers and hydraulics. The myomers have a tensile strength of fifty tons per ounce of myomer. I can lift an average car above my head with relative ease. My skin is made from the same Chobham armour plating and layers of depleted uranium the American M1A1-HA tanks used in Desert Storm, covered with a layer of artificial diamond, to keep me scratch-proof." She rubbed her arm. "What are your operational parameters ?" "I can survive temperatures ranging from 900° C to -150 °C without any long-term effects. And I can take 9.78 tons of pressure per square inch." "Would you like to describe your ideal partner ?" "Humans are too soft to hold my attention long enough. Some have, how should I put it, qualities, but none have the power to satisfy me. I remember one of them, who loved mechanics, challenged me to slug it out with a V12 he custom built for me, it took me four hours, but I won..." But an ideal partner should have some substance. Like a T-800, although I would overhaul its speech processor, the T-1000 on the other hands looks quite interesting, with his ability to morph into all these shapes ..." Terminatrix sounded almost excited. "What about C3PO or Robocop ?" "Personally I think See is a faggot and Robocop is too human, too fragile ... He wouldnt last five minutes with me." "Interesting, but I wanted to ask you something else ... " He took out a piece of paper. "Do you know this woman ?" And held it up to her. "Thats Sheryll, one of my human slaves." "But thats not her real name, is it ? Shes actually <CENSORED> And what about the fact that she has a <CENSORED>
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