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Chapter 5: The Theory
"And what pray tell is more dramatic than a mushroom cloud of death and destruction?" asked Jack.
Liam boldly stepped forward. "You want me to murderfuck I.A.N., don't you?"
Princess Hazelwada roared in exasperation. "No! You," she jabbed a finger angrily at Liam, "come here." With some trepidation Liam slowly walked towards the Princess. As he neared her she reached out with lightning speed and grabbed his testicles. Hard. "If you don't stop thinking with this prick of yours I will rip it off and feed it to the mutated skag rats out in the barren wastelands. Do I make myself clear?" Her voice was a low growl, only audible to Liam.
"Y-yes," came his pained reply.
Princess Hazelwada twisted Liam's testicles with gleeful malice. "I said, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes Princess Hazelwada!" shrieked Liam several octaves higher than he was used to. Princess Hazelwada released her grip and Liam staggered over to Jack.
"Dude, what the hell just happened?" Jack whispered, his voice laced with worry and a tinge of envy.
"I have no clue, but I think I just got to second base."
Princess Hazelwada glared at the two hapless heroes. "Now, as I was saying. The nuke won't work against I.A.N. We need to use it to mount a surprise attack halfway across the world, where a factory is mass producing robot mercenaries intent on wiping out what little remains of humanity. Once we eradicate that threat, then we can turn our attention to I.A.N. and maybe, just maybe, we'll have a hope at rebuilding this planet."
"Right, and how exactly do we destroy this Intelligent Attack Node?" asked Jack.
Princess Hazelwada's eyes lowered to the ground. "Lionel, tell them."
"We have identified only one way to destroy the glorious leader. Total protonic reversal." Lionel's robotic voice didn't sound quite as confident as it usually did.
"No way," gasped Liam. "Total protonic reversal? But that's only a theory! It's not actually possible."
Princess Hazelwada placed a hand on Liam's and Jack's shoulders. "Believe me, it's the only way. You see, I.A.N. isn't, exactly, an actual living thing. It's more of a concept which we created, and as a result it manifested a conscience and decided that humanity was not worthy of its time. We... we shaped him too much in our own image. I'm not going to lie to you guys. We fucked up. We fucked up real bad."
Jack's robotic head whirred as it tried to absorb all this information. He moved his hand away from the nuke and stared at the Princess, a woman he once found to possess amazing beauty, and now all his eyes registered was idiocy. "You humans. You bloody stupid fucking humans. You're always looking for new ways to destroy each other, intent on your own selfish survival! Don't you see? Don't any of you bastards see? These weapons you create, you are not worthy of controlling them. You are not worthy of life."
Princess Hazelwada's eyes widened with fear while Liam looked shocked at his friend. "Jack, buddy, what are you saying?"
"You're all going to die," cackled Jack. "I am not afraid of you! I merely have to sit back and wait for the last rattling gasp of humanity and then I, I.A.N., will claim this world as my own!"
Lionel snapped into action and gave Jack a solid whack across his robot face, which was laughing maniacally.
"Woah... guys. What just happened?" Jack sounded like himself again.
"I apologise. It would seem the mechanical transmitter in your robot head was interfered with by I.A.N. For the briefest of moments he was you..."
"...And I was him," Jack's voice was full of fear. "I saw what he intended to do. And he saw our plans. He laughed at them, Liam. He knows we can't ever possibly destroy him with total protonic reversal. And he's going to... well. It's not going to be a pleasant end for us when he finds us. And he will find us."
Lionel flipped open a compartment in the back of Jack's head and began rewiring. "This should not have happened. Must repair. This is bad news." Princess Hazelwada, meanwhile, was hurriedly collecting as many weapons as she could possibly carry, cursing under her breath.
"Jack... you didn't... you didn't tell him where we are did you?" Liam wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer, but he knew he had to ask.
"I couldn't help myself," cried Jack, "he knows."
Wow. So that concludes Chapter 6! Looks like Jack's robotic head could see the downfall of our two dashing heroes! What'll happen next time? Well, that's for Jack to decide in Chapter 7! And here is his opening line...
A silent tear rolled down Jack's robotic cheek, "and he's coming."
Good luck Jack! Smell ya later
Liam (not Jack)
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Friday, 4 October 2013
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I. A. N. Chapter #4 - Hard Truths, by Liam
Heyheyhey party people, Liam back again for the next exciting chapter of I. A. N. Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Hard Truths
“Excuse me” Liam said, rising from off of the floor “but there’s something I need to ask you, something of vital importance.”
The mysterious woman looked at Liam, and an enticing smile danced over her lips. “What is it?”
“Well,” Liam took a deep breath and summoned his courage. “Are you free tonight, for a date perhaps?”
Jack rolled his eyes wearily as the lady tipped her head back and let out a delightful laugh. “You flatter me sir, but I am afraid you are not my type.”
Jack could barely contain his glee, his robotic head forcing his robotic muscles into a stupid grin. “Boom. Shot down.”
This was unprecedented. Liam was usually so good with the ladies, if we ignore the incident a year or so ago. “Oh, well, umm, sure,” Liam stammered. “That’s cool. Y’know, whatever. Heh.” Liam turned away to hide his embarrassment.
Jack stepped proudly forward. “Now my friend has sufficiently made an arse of himself, allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Jack, and this is Liam. We didn’t mean to weep all over your dusty floor, but it has been an emotional day. If Liam isn’t your type, would you perhaps care to join me for dinner tonight?”
The woman’s features steeled over. “No. You are not my type either.”
“Oh Jesus, what IS your type then?” cried Liam exasperatedly.
The woman smiled teasingly. “Women.”
Liam spun around, looking at her seriously. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to ask a question. “But seriously?” He inquired.
“Seriously. Now boys, allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Hazelwada, and I need your help.”
“You’re a Princess?” asked Liam, trying to stop his mind from wandering to inappropriate sexy thoughts of women kissing other women.
“Well, not technically. But since most of humanity is now extinct, I figure, why not give myself a title? Whose going to stop me, right?”
Jack suddenly sniffed the air. “Liam, dude, can I talk to you for a second? Privately.” He looked pointedly at Princess Hazelwada.
“Listen boys, we don’t have much time.” She was clearly growing impatient.
“This will only take a second,” Jack insisted. He huddled close to Liam, and whispered, “Mate… you have an erection. I can smell it.”
“I know,” said Liam defeatedly, “but I couldn’t help myself. I started thinking of women kissing other women and suddenly, bam, the meat machine is ready for action.”
“Dude, fuck man, I know. Fuck. She’s super hot and in my head her girlfriend is super hot too. But this is not the time. You gotta control yourself.”
“But the meat machine hasn’t received any lady love for a few days now, and you know what I always say…”
“Yes,” Jack sighed, “the meat machine requires juice for you to function normally.”
“What kinda juice Jack? What kind?”
Jack didn’t want to say it, but he knew he had to or this conversation would never end. “Pussy juice.”
“You’re god damn right.” Liam turned to Princess Hazelwada. “We will help you! But first, show me where the women are.”
Princess Hazelwada’s smile faltered. “There are no women. Not any more. The robots either enslaved them, or killed them… or worse.”
“What could be worse than death?” asked Jack, oblivious to the depravity that these robots were capable of.
“Close your eyes, brave sir, and allow me to paint you a word picture. Imagine, if you will, that you are out on a friendly jaunt across a meadow of freshly cut grass. Now, picture you meet a robot.
Picture that robot has a spike for a cock, and he wants you to become intimately acquainted with it. From behind.”
“Ouch”, gasped Jack, shifting from foot to foot.
“Now imagine he removes that spike from inside you and makes you lick it. He does not clean it first. And that’s not the end…”
“Oh my god I want it to be the end, please, no more” whimpered Jack.
“Then the robot forces you to lie down. He squats over you. And suddenly you’re covered in fecal matter and oil. You ever smelt robot shit?”
“I… er, don’t think so?”
“It smells like the rotting flesh of a thousand men residing in a thousand hells. That… is the fate that befell my girlfriend. Ashamed and incapable of living with the putrid stench, she ran away to kill herself.” A silent tear rolled down Princess Hazelwada’s cheek. “And that is why I need your help.”
By now Liam’s penis had well and truly shrunk back to it’s normal flaccid state, and he was ready to be of some use. “What would you like us to do?”
Princess Hazelwada leaned in close to Jack and Liam, and motioned for Lionel to also come closer. “Lionel here tried to kill me not too long ago. Luckily I managed to rewire him and reprogram him to follow my commands.”
“Thank you again Princess,” exclaimed Lionel.
“Remember those robots that nearly killed you earlier?”
“Actually one of them did kill me,” piped up Jack.
“Yes, well, Lionel was attempting to re-establish himself as trustworthy to them. He was going to use them to find their secret hideout, and then we were going to upload a virus to their hivemind which would effectively wipe them all out. Obviously, we can’t do that plan now thanks to you two.”
“Hey, but wouldn’t that plan have killed Lionel too?” asked Liam, feeling sorry for his newfound friend.
“Yes,” came Princess Hazelwada’s reply, “but Lionel deserves to die. You see… Lionel is the robot that attacked my girlfriend.”
Chapter 4: Hard Truths
“Excuse me” Liam said, rising from off of the floor “but there’s something I need to ask you, something of vital importance.”
The mysterious woman looked at Liam, and an enticing smile danced over her lips. “What is it?”
“Well,” Liam took a deep breath and summoned his courage. “Are you free tonight, for a date perhaps?”
Jack rolled his eyes wearily as the lady tipped her head back and let out a delightful laugh. “You flatter me sir, but I am afraid you are not my type.”
Jack could barely contain his glee, his robotic head forcing his robotic muscles into a stupid grin. “Boom. Shot down.”
This was unprecedented. Liam was usually so good with the ladies, if we ignore the incident a year or so ago. “Oh, well, umm, sure,” Liam stammered. “That’s cool. Y’know, whatever. Heh.” Liam turned away to hide his embarrassment.
Jack stepped proudly forward. “Now my friend has sufficiently made an arse of himself, allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Jack, and this is Liam. We didn’t mean to weep all over your dusty floor, but it has been an emotional day. If Liam isn’t your type, would you perhaps care to join me for dinner tonight?”
The woman’s features steeled over. “No. You are not my type either.”
“Oh Jesus, what IS your type then?” cried Liam exasperatedly.
The woman smiled teasingly. “Women.”
Liam spun around, looking at her seriously. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Now it was Jack’s turn to ask a question. “But seriously?” He inquired.
“Seriously. Now boys, allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Hazelwada, and I need your help.”
“You’re a Princess?” asked Liam, trying to stop his mind from wandering to inappropriate sexy thoughts of women kissing other women.
“Well, not technically. But since most of humanity is now extinct, I figure, why not give myself a title? Whose going to stop me, right?”
Jack suddenly sniffed the air. “Liam, dude, can I talk to you for a second? Privately.” He looked pointedly at Princess Hazelwada.
“Listen boys, we don’t have much time.” She was clearly growing impatient.
“This will only take a second,” Jack insisted. He huddled close to Liam, and whispered, “Mate… you have an erection. I can smell it.”
“I know,” said Liam defeatedly, “but I couldn’t help myself. I started thinking of women kissing other women and suddenly, bam, the meat machine is ready for action.”
“Dude, fuck man, I know. Fuck. She’s super hot and in my head her girlfriend is super hot too. But this is not the time. You gotta control yourself.”
“But the meat machine hasn’t received any lady love for a few days now, and you know what I always say…”
“Yes,” Jack sighed, “the meat machine requires juice for you to function normally.”
“What kinda juice Jack? What kind?”
Jack didn’t want to say it, but he knew he had to or this conversation would never end. “Pussy juice.”
“You’re god damn right.” Liam turned to Princess Hazelwada. “We will help you! But first, show me where the women are.”
Princess Hazelwada’s smile faltered. “There are no women. Not any more. The robots either enslaved them, or killed them… or worse.”
“What could be worse than death?” asked Jack, oblivious to the depravity that these robots were capable of.
“Close your eyes, brave sir, and allow me to paint you a word picture. Imagine, if you will, that you are out on a friendly jaunt across a meadow of freshly cut grass. Now, picture you meet a robot.
Picture that robot has a spike for a cock, and he wants you to become intimately acquainted with it. From behind.”
“Ouch”, gasped Jack, shifting from foot to foot.
“Now imagine he removes that spike from inside you and makes you lick it. He does not clean it first. And that’s not the end…”
“Oh my god I want it to be the end, please, no more” whimpered Jack.
“Then the robot forces you to lie down. He squats over you. And suddenly you’re covered in fecal matter and oil. You ever smelt robot shit?”
“I… er, don’t think so?”
“It smells like the rotting flesh of a thousand men residing in a thousand hells. That… is the fate that befell my girlfriend. Ashamed and incapable of living with the putrid stench, she ran away to kill herself.” A silent tear rolled down Princess Hazelwada’s cheek. “And that is why I need your help.”
By now Liam’s penis had well and truly shrunk back to it’s normal flaccid state, and he was ready to be of some use. “What would you like us to do?”
Princess Hazelwada leaned in close to Jack and Liam, and motioned for Lionel to also come closer. “Lionel here tried to kill me not too long ago. Luckily I managed to rewire him and reprogram him to follow my commands.”
“Thank you again Princess,” exclaimed Lionel.
“Remember those robots that nearly killed you earlier?”
“Actually one of them did kill me,” piped up Jack.
“Yes, well, Lionel was attempting to re-establish himself as trustworthy to them. He was going to use them to find their secret hideout, and then we were going to upload a virus to their hivemind which would effectively wipe them all out. Obviously, we can’t do that plan now thanks to you two.”
“Hey, but wouldn’t that plan have killed Lionel too?” asked Liam, feeling sorry for his newfound friend.
“Yes,” came Princess Hazelwada’s reply, “but Lionel deserves to die. You see… Lionel is the robot that attacked my girlfriend.”
And that concludes the fourth chapter to I. A. N. Jesus, it all got a bit nasty there didn't it? I don't like these robots - they're bad news. I wonder what will happen next? Well, that's for Jack to decide, and here is his opening sentence for chapter five:
Jack’s mind raced with vile sickening
imagery and he felt his stomach violently contort as it tried to expel its last
meal, but he had to control himself and look strong for Princess Hazelwada who
was now openly weeping.
Good luck Jack! Smell ya later
Liam (not Jack)
Good luck Jack! Smell ya later
Liam (not Jack)
Wednesday, 4 September 2013
I. A. N. Chapter #2 - The Fall of Jack and Liam, by Liam
Hey party people. Liam here with Chapter 2 of I. A. N. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: The Fall of Jack and Liam.
Liam Hefted The Bitch-o-tron and turned to Jack. "Let's do this." With a mighty swing, the Bitch-o-tron made contact with one of the leaping robots in mid-air. The robot clattered to the floor and its glowing red eyes faded and blinked out. "Huh", shrugged Liam, "That was easy."
"Yo, a little help?" Cried Jack who was battling with his own maniacal machine. The knife-broom had been snapped in half and was now being wielded by the robot whose attention was solely focused on Jack.
Liam rolled his eyes. "How did that happen?"
"These bastards are fast!" Jack dodged a deadly bladed thrust.
"Mine's dead."
"Bullshit!" Jack yelled incredulously. "Already?"
"Bitch-o-tron strikes again!" Liam heroically rose the Bitch-o-tron above his head, completely oblivious to the fact that the fallen robot's eyes had sparked back to life. With calculated precision the machine snatched at Liam, tearing out his Achilles tendon. Liam's eyes bulged in pain as he fell into unconsciousness.
"Liam, get the fuck up and help me," roared Jack, ducking another thrust and rolling across the dusty floor. Before he could spring to his feet the robot had moved with lightning speed, thrusting the knife end of the broom-knife into Jack's shoulder, and the splintered wooden half into his neck. Blood gurgled in Jack's throat and dribbled into his beard as he stared at the machine that was rapidly ending his life.
"You humans are pathetic," beeped the robot as Jack fell to his knees. It reached out a metallic hand and grasped the wooden shaft sticking out of Jack's neck, then slowly began to twist. The pain was excruciating. "Are you prepared to die, puny human?"
Jack gritted his teeth. "Fu-"
"Incorr-" The robots metallic voice was drowned out by an explosion. Before Jack lost consciousness he saw two flashes of red, and then darkness engulfed him.
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Liam awoke to a strange tingling sensation in his foot. "Do not move," beeped a familiar metallic voice.
"What are you doing to me?" Liam struggled to move but found he was restrained. It felt like he was lying on a hard wooden table.
"Repairs. Do not move."
"Oh cut the bullshit, why don't you just kill me?"
"You are mistaken. You will be repaired." A chrome skull with glowing red eyes appeared beside Liam. "You are safe. Rest now, I fear your friend will not be repaired so easily."
Ice cold fear struck Liam. "Jack... what happened to him?"
"He died. Now, you will sleep."
Liam felt a sharp prick in his arm followed by the comfortable nothingness of a dreamless sleep.
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Several days passed before Liam awoke. He groggily shook his head as strange memories swam before his vision. He remembered robots. He remembered losing. He remembered pain. Liam sat up quickly, no longer restrained, and looked at his foot. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him - his foot was missing. At least, his human foot was missing, replaced by a metallic replica. He wiggled his toes with ease, and marveled at the machinery.
"You are repaired."
Liam hadn't even noticed the two glowing red eyes staring at his from the shadows. "Why? So you can kill me?" No, that didn't make any sense. "Answer me!"
"You are my only hope. You, and your friend."
"Oh shit, Jack! How is he?"
"He is repaired."
Relief washed over Liam. "How? I remember... you said he died?"
"Correct. I repaired him."
"Can I see him?"
"He is sleeping. His repairs were challenging."
"Take me to him, now," Liam growled. He swung his legs over the side of the table, and one foot made a soft padded sound while the other clanged loudly. "Now."
"Very well. Follow me." The robot walked past Liam and pushed open a door. "In here. Come."
Liam stormed past the robot to see his friend passed out on the cold stone floor. Well, it sort of looked like his friend, except there was something not quite right. Liam narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what was different about Jack. Then he noticed it. His head. "Tell me what happened. Tell me everything."
"I was held captive by two Mechazoids. They are bastards. You and your friend fought them. You and your friend lost. Your Achilles tendon was removed. I am no surgeon, but I tried to fix it. I could not, so I replaced your foot. How does it feel?"
"Fine. Now tell me about him."
"He suffered grievous wounds. He needed a neck replacement. I am no surgeon, but I tried to fix it. I could not, so I replaced his neck. His head would not reattach. I replaced that too."
"Fuck me," whispered Liam. "So he's...a robot?"
"No. I managed to reattach his brain. It was not easy. I am no surgeon, but he will probably keep his memories. And his humanity. Sadly he has lost his beard."
A silent tear fell from Liam's eye. "Goddamit he loved that beard. Will it-" Liam choked back the tears. "Will it grow back?"
The robot stood motionless.
"Answer me!" Anger was welling up inside Liam.
"In time."
Jack stirred, his robot head lolling from side to side. One eye slowly opened. "Liam... what... what happened?"
"He still sounds like Jack!" Cried Liam, relieved.
"Affirmative. I programmed his voice in accordance with his vocal chords. Would you like to keep his head? I had to hollow it out. For research."
"Umm...... I don't really want to, but we'll let Jack decide on that. How you doing buddy?" Liam knelt down beside his friend.
"I'm confused man. Whose head is hollowed out? Where are those robot fucks? Did you kill them?" Jack looked like Jack at least, although without his beard his face looked a little wrong.
Then again, Liam supposed that it's unsurprising Jack's robot head looked a little wrong. But it was robotic. And they were both alive. "Let's get you feeling better. I think we've made a new friend."
"Affirmative!" And both Liam and Jack noticed that the robot's metallic beeping voice somehow sounded happy.
That concludes the second chapter to I. A. N. What'll happen next? Well, that's for Jack to decide. His starting sentence for chapter number three is:
Liam filled Jack in on what had happened, with some help from their new robot friend, but there was one burning question that Jack just could not ignore.
Smell ya later! Good luck Jack!
Liam (not Jack)
Chapter 2: The Fall of Jack and Liam.
Liam Hefted The Bitch-o-tron and turned to Jack. "Let's do this." With a mighty swing, the Bitch-o-tron made contact with one of the leaping robots in mid-air. The robot clattered to the floor and its glowing red eyes faded and blinked out. "Huh", shrugged Liam, "That was easy."
"Yo, a little help?" Cried Jack who was battling with his own maniacal machine. The knife-broom had been snapped in half and was now being wielded by the robot whose attention was solely focused on Jack.
Liam rolled his eyes. "How did that happen?"
"These bastards are fast!" Jack dodged a deadly bladed thrust.
"Mine's dead."
"Bullshit!" Jack yelled incredulously. "Already?"
"Bitch-o-tron strikes again!" Liam heroically rose the Bitch-o-tron above his head, completely oblivious to the fact that the fallen robot's eyes had sparked back to life. With calculated precision the machine snatched at Liam, tearing out his Achilles tendon. Liam's eyes bulged in pain as he fell into unconsciousness.
"Liam, get the fuck up and help me," roared Jack, ducking another thrust and rolling across the dusty floor. Before he could spring to his feet the robot had moved with lightning speed, thrusting the knife end of the broom-knife into Jack's shoulder, and the splintered wooden half into his neck. Blood gurgled in Jack's throat and dribbled into his beard as he stared at the machine that was rapidly ending his life.
"You humans are pathetic," beeped the robot as Jack fell to his knees. It reached out a metallic hand and grasped the wooden shaft sticking out of Jack's neck, then slowly began to twist. The pain was excruciating. "Are you prepared to die, puny human?"
Jack gritted his teeth. "Fu-"
"Incorr-" The robots metallic voice was drowned out by an explosion. Before Jack lost consciousness he saw two flashes of red, and then darkness engulfed him.
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Liam awoke to a strange tingling sensation in his foot. "Do not move," beeped a familiar metallic voice.
"What are you doing to me?" Liam struggled to move but found he was restrained. It felt like he was lying on a hard wooden table.
"Repairs. Do not move."
"Oh cut the bullshit, why don't you just kill me?"
"You are mistaken. You will be repaired." A chrome skull with glowing red eyes appeared beside Liam. "You are safe. Rest now, I fear your friend will not be repaired so easily."
Ice cold fear struck Liam. "Jack... what happened to him?"
"He died. Now, you will sleep."
Liam felt a sharp prick in his arm followed by the comfortable nothingness of a dreamless sleep.
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Several days passed before Liam awoke. He groggily shook his head as strange memories swam before his vision. He remembered robots. He remembered losing. He remembered pain. Liam sat up quickly, no longer restrained, and looked at his foot. His eyes widened as realization dawned on him - his foot was missing. At least, his human foot was missing, replaced by a metallic replica. He wiggled his toes with ease, and marveled at the machinery.
"You are repaired."
Liam hadn't even noticed the two glowing red eyes staring at his from the shadows. "Why? So you can kill me?" No, that didn't make any sense. "Answer me!"
"You are my only hope. You, and your friend."
"Oh shit, Jack! How is he?"
"He is repaired."
Relief washed over Liam. "How? I remember... you said he died?"
"Correct. I repaired him."
"Can I see him?"
"He is sleeping. His repairs were challenging."
"Take me to him, now," Liam growled. He swung his legs over the side of the table, and one foot made a soft padded sound while the other clanged loudly. "Now."
"Very well. Follow me." The robot walked past Liam and pushed open a door. "In here. Come."
Liam stormed past the robot to see his friend passed out on the cold stone floor. Well, it sort of looked like his friend, except there was something not quite right. Liam narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what was different about Jack. Then he noticed it. His head. "Tell me what happened. Tell me everything."
"I was held captive by two Mechazoids. They are bastards. You and your friend fought them. You and your friend lost. Your Achilles tendon was removed. I am no surgeon, but I tried to fix it. I could not, so I replaced your foot. How does it feel?"
"Fine. Now tell me about him."
"He suffered grievous wounds. He needed a neck replacement. I am no surgeon, but I tried to fix it. I could not, so I replaced his neck. His head would not reattach. I replaced that too."
"Fuck me," whispered Liam. "So he's...a robot?"
"No. I managed to reattach his brain. It was not easy. I am no surgeon, but he will probably keep his memories. And his humanity. Sadly he has lost his beard."
A silent tear fell from Liam's eye. "Goddamit he loved that beard. Will it-" Liam choked back the tears. "Will it grow back?"
The robot stood motionless.
"Answer me!" Anger was welling up inside Liam.
"In time."
Jack stirred, his robot head lolling from side to side. One eye slowly opened. "Liam... what... what happened?"
"He still sounds like Jack!" Cried Liam, relieved.
"Affirmative. I programmed his voice in accordance with his vocal chords. Would you like to keep his head? I had to hollow it out. For research."
"Umm...... I don't really want to, but we'll let Jack decide on that. How you doing buddy?" Liam knelt down beside his friend.
"I'm confused man. Whose head is hollowed out? Where are those robot fucks? Did you kill them?" Jack looked like Jack at least, although without his beard his face looked a little wrong.
Then again, Liam supposed that it's unsurprising Jack's robot head looked a little wrong. But it was robotic. And they were both alive. "Let's get you feeling better. I think we've made a new friend."
"Affirmative!" And both Liam and Jack noticed that the robot's metallic beeping voice somehow sounded happy.
That concludes the second chapter to I. A. N. What'll happen next? Well, that's for Jack to decide. His starting sentence for chapter number three is:
Liam filled Jack in on what had happened, with some help from their new robot friend, but there was one burning question that Jack just could not ignore.
Smell ya later! Good luck Jack!
Liam (not Jack)
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