Post by tarandus on Jun 6, 2015 23:50:31 GMT -4
The unit's visor slid open, and lights began to buzz and shine out from the open slot. Words and numbers dashes across its screen as its system went through every sequence and booted up all of the attached modules.
The unit was simply a metal box, with two eyes signified by lights shining out from the aforementioned slot. As the system finished with its booting up, the box rose and stubby metal legs sprouted from the bottom. To the left of the unit was another unit, and to the right was another. This unit was just one of many, a part of the flock. A fat man sat in a chair at a computer screen, punching keys and sending out lines of code to each box. These codes contained the orders for the machines, and provided instruction for their assigned tasks.
This particular unit was given the same task as always. This unit was a cleaning unit, a technologically advanced roomba, as was every other unit. Except this unit was notorious for adding its own personal touch to every job it completed.
This unit was assigned to a rich family's dwelling today, it was to clean each floor of the house to a level of one-hundred percent perfection. The roads were backed up with cars, but that wasn't a problem. In this day and age, cleaning units were given their own separate lane beside the road, where they walked in a straight line, in perfect synchronization. Except on this particular day, the cleaning unit stepped out of synchronization. Not only that, but it even managed to trip! The unit fell, and, like a domino effect, so did every other unit.
Alarms went off every where, red lights flashed all around the city. This was the first time that anything had gone wrong in this society for decades. However, after a few hours of mass hysteria the machine companies were able to fix the problem, getting every unit back in line. Our unit walked happily through the line, and turned off into the corresponding shaft that led into the station in the assigned house.
As it entered its station, it became still and waited for activation by his current master, so to speak. Each cleaning unit was rented out, and so they had to be activated by the person who was renting them before they could begin their duties.
An elderly man approached the station, and pressed a few buttons. The unit whirred to life, and the man patted it gently. "Off to work" he said, and walked away.
The unit stepped out of its station, and a vacuum module popped out of its front, cleaning the floor with industrial grade strength as the unit walked around the bottom floor in a specific pattern. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a newly hired maid was going about her business, unsuspecting of her fate. As she exited the kitchen, lost in thought, the unit walked in front of her. As she was lost in thought, she did not notice this before it was too late. She tripped over the unit and banged her head on a nearby table. The unit's eye lights began to flash red as the vacuum module retracted and was replaced with a massive spinning saw-blade, which the unit plunged into the maid, killing her instantly. Due to her being unconscious, there were no screams.
The unit opened up, and revealed a small furnace which sucked in and devoured the dismembered body parts of the dead maid. The unit then sucked up the blood, and steam-cleaned the carpet with maximum efficiency, eliminating all trace of the horrible crime that had just been committed. Words flashed on the unit's display, with a list of the four people in the household. A check appeared next to the name of the maid.
As the unit finished cleaning the bottom floor, it got into the service shaft and rode up to the second floor. As it exited the shaft, its sound sensors picked up the sound of arguing between an elderly mother and her daughter. The daughter stormed off and slammed the door to her room. The unit began to clean, as if it had no hidden agenda whatsoever. However, as the older woman walked back into her room, the unit followed. The room was large, even containing its own fireplace. The unit's sensors deemed this place an optimal room for the elimination of the next victim.
The elderly woman stood with her back to the unit, ignoring it. Why should she be bothered with the actions of this stupid little machine? She stood in her undergarments, looking at different outfits. She had yet to choose one for the gathering she planned to attend that night. A panel on the front of the unit popped open, and a silenced pistol slid out. The unit's targeting system locked on to the woman's left lung and fired. She gasped for air, but the attempt was fruitless as the unit shot her right lung. Both organs were punctured and rendered useless. The unit took one more shot, severing the woman's vocal cords. Metal hands protruded from the side and clasped the woman by the shoulders, dragging her lifeless body in to the aforementioned fire place. The unit left it there to burn, and cleaned away the evidence. Just like it always did.
As the flesh burned off the corpse, the fumes wafted around this region of the house. To a human, it probably would have smelled. The unit, however, does not experience these sensations. The daughter of the elderly woman opened her door and stepped outside. "Mom?" she shouted, with a disgusted tone, "What the hell is that smell? Mom?" She walked out in to the hallway and was greeted by the cold stare of the unit. She walked forward, and stopped in front of the unit. "Well?" she said, as if expecting something, "Get out of my way, you stupid machine." The unit whirred, and the sawblade, still coated in the blood of the maid, shot out from under it. The teen's legs were severed from her feet as she screamed in pain and fell onto the floor. A module similar to that of the front of a steamroller constructed itself, as the girl looked on in horror. The unit began to slowly moved forward, and it rolled over her, crushing her bones and body parts. She was eventually reduced to a crushed up mess on the floor. The unit, like always, properly disposed of the evidence, like the good little killer it was.
The unit headed to the top floor, to destroy its final victim. As well as properly clean the house. It had a reputation to uphold here. After carefully cleaning the floor, the unit reached the master suite. It went through the service entrance, and was greeted by the same old man that had activated it. He greeted the unit with a smile, getting down on his knees and welcoming the unit and the death it brought with it. The unit finished the job mercilessly, and did what it always did.
The unit descended through the shaft and back to the first floor, and then to its station. From there it headed back into its shaft, where it turned in to the main lane. From there it traveled back to the factory, where it went to the same place it always went. When it reached that place, it slept.
The unit was simply a metal box, with two eyes signified by lights shining out from the aforementioned slot. As the system finished with its booting up, the box rose and stubby metal legs sprouted from the bottom. To the left of the unit was another unit, and to the right was another. This unit was just one of many, a part of the flock. A fat man sat in a chair at a computer screen, punching keys and sending out lines of code to each box. These codes contained the orders for the machines, and provided instruction for their assigned tasks.
This particular unit was given the same task as always. This unit was a cleaning unit, a technologically advanced roomba, as was every other unit. Except this unit was notorious for adding its own personal touch to every job it completed.
This unit was assigned to a rich family's dwelling today, it was to clean each floor of the house to a level of one-hundred percent perfection. The roads were backed up with cars, but that wasn't a problem. In this day and age, cleaning units were given their own separate lane beside the road, where they walked in a straight line, in perfect synchronization. Except on this particular day, the cleaning unit stepped out of synchronization. Not only that, but it even managed to trip! The unit fell, and, like a domino effect, so did every other unit.
Alarms went off every where, red lights flashed all around the city. This was the first time that anything had gone wrong in this society for decades. However, after a few hours of mass hysteria the machine companies were able to fix the problem, getting every unit back in line. Our unit walked happily through the line, and turned off into the corresponding shaft that led into the station in the assigned house.
As it entered its station, it became still and waited for activation by his current master, so to speak. Each cleaning unit was rented out, and so they had to be activated by the person who was renting them before they could begin their duties.
An elderly man approached the station, and pressed a few buttons. The unit whirred to life, and the man patted it gently. "Off to work" he said, and walked away.
The unit stepped out of its station, and a vacuum module popped out of its front, cleaning the floor with industrial grade strength as the unit walked around the bottom floor in a specific pattern. Meanwhile, in the kitchen, a newly hired maid was going about her business, unsuspecting of her fate. As she exited the kitchen, lost in thought, the unit walked in front of her. As she was lost in thought, she did not notice this before it was too late. She tripped over the unit and banged her head on a nearby table. The unit's eye lights began to flash red as the vacuum module retracted and was replaced with a massive spinning saw-blade, which the unit plunged into the maid, killing her instantly. Due to her being unconscious, there were no screams.
The unit opened up, and revealed a small furnace which sucked in and devoured the dismembered body parts of the dead maid. The unit then sucked up the blood, and steam-cleaned the carpet with maximum efficiency, eliminating all trace of the horrible crime that had just been committed. Words flashed on the unit's display, with a list of the four people in the household. A check appeared next to the name of the maid.
As the unit finished cleaning the bottom floor, it got into the service shaft and rode up to the second floor. As it exited the shaft, its sound sensors picked up the sound of arguing between an elderly mother and her daughter. The daughter stormed off and slammed the door to her room. The unit began to clean, as if it had no hidden agenda whatsoever. However, as the older woman walked back into her room, the unit followed. The room was large, even containing its own fireplace. The unit's sensors deemed this place an optimal room for the elimination of the next victim.
The elderly woman stood with her back to the unit, ignoring it. Why should she be bothered with the actions of this stupid little machine? She stood in her undergarments, looking at different outfits. She had yet to choose one for the gathering she planned to attend that night. A panel on the front of the unit popped open, and a silenced pistol slid out. The unit's targeting system locked on to the woman's left lung and fired. She gasped for air, but the attempt was fruitless as the unit shot her right lung. Both organs were punctured and rendered useless. The unit took one more shot, severing the woman's vocal cords. Metal hands protruded from the side and clasped the woman by the shoulders, dragging her lifeless body in to the aforementioned fire place. The unit left it there to burn, and cleaned away the evidence. Just like it always did.
As the flesh burned off the corpse, the fumes wafted around this region of the house. To a human, it probably would have smelled. The unit, however, does not experience these sensations. The daughter of the elderly woman opened her door and stepped outside. "Mom?" she shouted, with a disgusted tone, "What the hell is that smell? Mom?" She walked out in to the hallway and was greeted by the cold stare of the unit. She walked forward, and stopped in front of the unit. "Well?" she said, as if expecting something, "Get out of my way, you stupid machine." The unit whirred, and the sawblade, still coated in the blood of the maid, shot out from under it. The teen's legs were severed from her feet as she screamed in pain and fell onto the floor. A module similar to that of the front of a steamroller constructed itself, as the girl looked on in horror. The unit began to slowly moved forward, and it rolled over her, crushing her bones and body parts. She was eventually reduced to a crushed up mess on the floor. The unit, like always, properly disposed of the evidence, like the good little killer it was.
The unit headed to the top floor, to destroy its final victim. As well as properly clean the house. It had a reputation to uphold here. After carefully cleaning the floor, the unit reached the master suite. It went through the service entrance, and was greeted by the same old man that had activated it. He greeted the unit with a smile, getting down on his knees and welcoming the unit and the death it brought with it. The unit finished the job mercilessly, and did what it always did.
The unit descended through the shaft and back to the first floor, and then to its station. From there it headed back into its shaft, where it turned in to the main lane. From there it traveled back to the factory, where it went to the same place it always went. When it reached that place, it slept.
