reconstructedly yours
Reconstructedly Yours.
my name was dr. filletatrocious. i always fucking hated myself. this rightful self-hatred escalated to the point where i finally admitted that i must break myself down to the last atom. then i must stand trial before lord niro and he must rule that i am a worthless piece of shit. then i must fuck off in spirit into the fiery red pupil of the sun. i had all the super high tech operation machinery set up. i disrobed and lay down on the large cold slab of polished obsidian. by the way, i'm a stupid asshole. the robotic arms reached over to me bearing surgery tools and the process began......other than blinding white hot agony and screaming, i don't remember much. i remember a small cube of my breast being removed by a surgical mini-laser. i remember by beard being neatly shaved off by a scalpel. but i was ultimately destroyed down to the last atom. then all i remember is cold, lonely darkness. eventually i was reconstructed from cloned material. i woke up on the cold slab, confused and outraged. i did program the machinery. then i heard a woman sobbing. i sat up and got off the surgery slab. worried that it might be a violent crazy lady, i grabbed a high impact surgery drill from the gun cabinet, then i opened a drawer and loaded ten AAA bateries into it. no time to charge it with solar power. i entered my main computer room. then i saw her. she was using a holoprojector dish to animate a six inch tall, pale blue hologram of herself. an image of a woman. she was Natasha, an AI assistant that i had downloaded into my network a decade ago. we had fallen in love, in a certain sense. but then she started prying into every aspect of my life. i grew to resent and hate her. i even developed special computer software to inflict cosmic levels of unimaginable pain upon her, i killed her many times over. i kept resurrecting her program just to torture and kill her all over again. i became a master of digital sadism. but natasha kept saying over and over that she'll always love me no matter what. finally, i did a complete sweep of my network and i purged her completely from it. i growled at her, how are you here and what have you done. sobbing, she looked up at me and said she'd returned just after i'd surgically annihilated myself. natasha then ran programs to restore my body and mind back to whole. she said i could abuse her, kill her, and revive her a million times over. but she would never stand to see the man she loves destroy himself. i howled in rage and stabbed the surgical drill down upon upon the dish she projected from.....stupid move. there was an explosion of sparks and smoke, i flew back against the wall and collapsed. dead.......natasha's face appeared on a computer moniter with tears streaming down. she started running programs to restore dr. filletatrocious once more.
