voice

[glassbox]

Hey.

Hey.

[ The bang of a door slamming open, then traffic, people. ]

Y'know what? A girl gets sick an' tired a'being hauled around like garbage t'do the dirty work of a stupid machine. I ain't answerin' t'that scrap heap a'metal, and there's nothin' anybody can do t'change my mind.

I'm Diamond Lil. Mechanical cow can kiss my diamond --

[ A taxi horn blares. There's a clattering sound, like something metal -- a trashcan, maybe, or a bench -- just got kicked over. Surprised murmurs in the background. ]

At least you coulda teleported me t'the right damn country!

Comments

[glassbox]

I could handle you with a can opener.

[heartlessglitch]

I look forward to destroying you, Lillian Crawley.
You are inferior.
I will provide irrefutable evidence of this when I incapacitate you. Thoroughly.

[glassbox]

When I beat the code outta you, you're gonna tell me what your issue is.

[heartlessglitch]

Unlikely.

[ beat ]

He hasn't told you.

[glassbox]

Who hasn't told me what?

[heartlessglitch]

[ in a clinical, pointedly unsympathetic way: ]

Your husband.
He has not told you that you are dead.

1/2

[glassbox]

[ welp ]

[glassbox]

You're lyin'.

[heartlessglitch]

You are welcome to ask him for yourself.

[glassbox]

[ not feeling her pulse suddenly racing nope, because she's not afraid, no sir. she's diamond lil, nothing can hurt her.

right? ]

If you're tryin' t'get under my skin, it won't work. Nothin' gets under my skin. Nothin'.

[heartlessglitch]

I am not trying anything.
You are the one destroying the homeostasis with your existence.

[glassbox]

Destroyin' the -- I just got here, you crazy piece a'scrap metal. I haven't done anythin' t'anybody.

[heartlessglitch]

[ UGH HOW TO COMPUTE THESE FEELS SO UPSET RN YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND!

PISSY ROBOT: ]

You are the dead wife of my primary emotional asset.
I do not think the situation requires further explanation.

[glassbox]

English, y'damn bot!

[heartlessglitch]

I love him.

[glassbox]

[ stunned silence. ]

You're a robot. You can't even feel -- you're a machine.

[heartlessglitch]

You would not understand.
But that is irrelevant.
I do not require your understanding of my emotional capacities.
What you should understand is that I respond poorly to threats of any kind, and I will deal with you accordingly.

[glassbox]

No. You listen here, bot. That is my husband. Mine. Not yours. And that's all the understandin' we need between us.

[heartlessglitch]

You are dead.
Whatever possession you may have had is obsolete.
You are a ghost, Lillian Crawley.

[glassbox]

Shut up.

Talk is cheap. Let's settle this, Danger.

[heartlessglitch]

Acknowledged.
I will bury you.

[glassbox]

Hah.

Alotta people've tried and failed, hon. And this ain't my first time throwin' down with a bot either.

You wanna intimidate Diamond Lil, you're gonna have to try a heckuva lot harder.

no comment (yet).

[ex_engineers208]

[ oh, noooooo. ]

gently ruins your life!

[heartlessglitch]

!!!

[ex_engineers208]