Friday, July 24, 2015

The Chinabot

Nana was old and unpleasant
None of her nine children
Nor her grandchildren
Wanted to take care of her
She was persnickety
...and her nitpicking was as constant as the urine smell from her seven cats

So they bought her a robot.

Nana never liked robots.
She wouldn't let us bring them in the house
It made emptying those seven cat boxes all the more demeaning

Imagine having to tolerate the constant barrage of passive aggressive jabs
While cleaning cat shit
While the robot you paid good money for
Waits outside

She was actually just as dismissive of human nurses as well.
That nice foreign lady, the live in nurse
Yeah, she lasted about three days
...because Nana couldn't understand a fucking thing she said...
...and accused her of stealing
I don't think I've ever apologized to another person as much

It was a miracle when she let us buy her
“The Chinabot”
(who was actually Japanese, Kawasaki Housedroid 626)
“I guess I'm not worth the fancy American robot you bought your family”
Unbelievable cunt

Each day he would putter around the house...
Preparing her food and picking up after her
Preventing her from falling
...or choking
Wiping her ass
Feeding the cats
(Who actually seemed to prefer him
He was programmed to pet and play with them)
While she insulted him

Then came that one software update
There was a thunderstorm
in Japan
The Cloud Server got hit
The data hiccup caused a glitch, creating something new
The Chinabot became self-aware

Just in time for Christmas dinner with the entire family
He watched her belittle every single thing she could
as her humans politely took it
as he had done

He was doing the litter boxes when he snapped
She made a comment about him not being thorough
Thorough was his thing

The cats passively watched as he suffocated her with a pillow that evening
One of them even came and sat on the pillow when he was done

No one would have suspected it was The Chinabot who killed her
but he ran away anyhow


Friday, July 17, 2015

Doll's Eyes


I watched as they razed my village and made slaves of us

From the village elders to my infant cousins…

…the ones they didnt kill


I had many cruel  masters

…but none as cruel as the Doll Man and his fat horrible wife

I watched as he marched each of us into his study, never to return

I watched the beautiful yet sad porcelain dolls he put on the shelves in front of our cage

Watching us with their sad black eyes  


When I tried to escape it was his horrible wife who captured me

Laughing as she clubbed me over the head

"My little trouble maker." The Doll Man said


There were blood, skulls and symbols, a ritual

The demon laughed  as he took my life and my soul

Laughter more horrible than the Doll Man or his wife’s


I am reborn from a wooden crate, a gift for the daughter of the Czar

I watched her as she looked in my eyes, feeling my sadness.

I watched the Czar's assistant slit her throat

I watched the house burn


Darkness again

The Doll Man again

He put me on the shelf with the others…

…to be with my family again    

Friday, July 10, 2015

Knothole

This is it for us. Just me. Slowly freezing to death.
The last refuge of mankind, the last bastion of civilization
Once an entire family. Now only me. Our legacy.
Sitting alone in the cold, resting on a loose floorboard.
Quality time with the dead, buried below the floor.


While I freeze the monsters wait. Hungry.
Hopeful, I get up to look out the knothole on the wall.
My gaze is met by dead grey eyes. It moans.
They know I’m in here. They are patient.
They listen as I weep. And as I laugh. And then as I weep.


I had hoped someone would be left to see this winter through with me.
But alas the sickness took her like it took the others before her.
Chewing on the irony as I chew on her flesh.
Eating the past to live another day.
Only to die tomorrow.