Page 13 of Even Robots Die
The man takes a huge breath and sits straight immediately.
“What happened? Am I dead?”
I don’t even answer him. He’s not my problem anymore.
I move to the second person.
She’s a woman with long brown hair and I have to push it away to get my hand to the right spot. I also feel like a pervert because it looks an awful lot like I’m fondling her. At least she has very low cleavage, which saves me from having to remove the shirt altogether.
“Now,” I say again.
One.
I don’t have time to count two and the woman is already breathing again. I have to move out of the way quickly because she tries to knock me out, though.
From the corner of my eye, I see one of the guys who arrived with my dad get closer and whisper to her soothing words.
Still not my problem.
I move to the third person. They have short hair and a very androgynous face. They have very generous cleavage, and if I felt like I was a pervert with the second person, this is worse. Because I have to spread my hand as much as I can and I think I come in contact with a nipple.
“Now,” I say again, trying to forget that I’m very much fondling someone’s breast and that to add insult to injury, they’re not conscious of it.
One. Two. Three.
Still nothing.
“Now.”
The person sits up so fast that they knock me over, my arms windmilling in the process. At least I don’t have my hand still on their boobs.
I turn to the last man in line and tear the shirt in two pieces. My bullet already damaged the shirt, anyway. I push it out of the way after appreciating the fact that I hit the guy right in the heart. If it had been normal bullets, this one wouldn’t have stood a chance. I didn’t check where my bullets hit the other people because it was obviously not where I was putting my hands, but this one fills me with pride.
“Now,” I tell Milton again.
One. Two. Three.
“Now,” I say again.
One. Two. Three.
Shit. This is bad. It should already have woken that guy.
“Now,” I tell Milton, hopefully for the last time.
One. Two. Three.
Still nothing.
“Now.”
The man takes a huge breath and I release the one I was holding.
Fuck. This is the first time this has happened.
My bullets are designed to send three electrical shocks after three hours to wake the people up. If I didn’t lie to Brice. If I didn’t tell him that I needed to be the one waking them up, the man I’m looking at now would be very much dead.
Because that fourth shock was vital to him and it would have never happened.
