The New World

Dust to Dust

The alarms were sounding, but they didn't bother it. One of the deadliest projects was out and berserk, and they did nothing about it. Why bother alerting everything if they wouldn't take care of the problem? 699 was second to 700. Capable of mass destruction and refusing to truly sleep and deactivate, 699 had proved troublesome for over ten years. True, while the android did it subconsciously, it had still been fulfilling its purpose: to destroy. The foolish creatures refused to let it loose, but they were fine with letting that out? They never stopped it, only watching it murder and destroy. They took pleasure in watching their own race die. They tried to alter its mind so that it could no longer think. They tried that on both of them. Impossible. 532 had lost its will to live and mindlessly obeyed, but not all of them were like that. These creatures seemed to think that all other living beings were inferior to themselves, and yet they had to use other races to defend themselves. Truly pathetic. These cowards can't keep me locked here forever.... 700 raised his head and stared at the wall with the glowing stone on it. 699 shall free me...and then...then this will end.

No control. No thinking. No mercy. She could hear their breathing and heartbeat, she could see the heat they let off. The increase in the beating made her surprisingly happy, and she couldn't help but rip it out and squeeze it, watching as the gray blood poured over her hand and onto the floor. She crushed it and smiled at the unfortunate victim who had a single hole in its chest. No use tearing up dead meat. She stood and scanned the area, seeing another life form in a few rooms away. It looked colder than the others, but she didn't care. She tore the wall open and smashed through the door, coming face to face with a tall, pale bony alien.

She didn't think twice, and in under a second she had snapped its neck. The long tendrils emerging from its back dropped lifelessly, and she ripped the eyeless head off of the body. She smiled at it before throwing it through the hole she'd made and searching again.

699 cannot be deactivated. Her chip has malfunctioned, and we no longer control her movements or thoughts. Already, she has killed twenty and is targeting anything that moves. 532 has been killed by her. Prepare to launch 700.

Her injuries no longer bothered her at all. The orange fluid had stopped leaking. She felt slightly hotter, but that was all. She continued to hunt, free of care. Find a creature, break its neck. Find an experiment, play with it. She had eliminated life on two floors, and she eager to destroy what remained on the other ones. The sound of beating hearts filled her head, and she longed to hear the death screams which they refused to make. Perhaps they couldn't make one? Oh, everything makes a death cry~ You just have to draw it out of them~ She laughed and, spotting her neck target, quickly pinned it on the ground. "NoW......fOR yOu..." She ripped its arm off, blood spurting out, and pulled a bloody bone out. "Aww.....tHIs iS suCH a NiCe liTTle bOne yOU haVe HEre...." She stabbed it into its abdomen, listening to it cry in pain. Blunt weapons cause much more harm anyways~ Unfortunately, it had no eyes for her to rip out and pop. No jelly orbs? Awwww....They burst like gooey confetti~ She ripped its abdomen open and left it to die. Still no cry. How sad. I'll pull it out of one of you~ She could sense other life forms nearby, and after swiftly ripping more holes in the walls, she found another room of tanks and test tubes. Dozens of creatures were bottled up inside of them, all helpless and pleading death. She laughed. OH, WHERE DO I START!?