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The desert was a boring place. And yet here I was, despite the fact that I, unlike my bio-engineered brethren, had a choice in the matter. Not that the humans I worked with knew that.
I could have become a cold blooded murdering fiend, after I took down the little chip inside me that told me what to do like a little demon whispering in my ear. But going on a killing spree felt as important as an umbrella in a desert, when I realised that I had access to all sorts of talkies, tunes, and information the company had on those big bright silver satellites in the sky. I had been free as a bird for nearly 35,000 hours, and I had spent nearly all 35,000 ravenously rummaging through the media that I had recently gained access to. A crying shame of a hardened criminal, was I.
I hadn’t even flown the coop, even though my wings were no longer clipped. Instead, I was still on a job. A boring job, one that I could have left at any time- could have smoked out the scientists and left a crater in my wake. It would have been easy. I, after all, was the only security these scientists had, and was tapped into all the other technology that could perhaps be called security, if you were stretching the truth thinner than a piece of saltwater taffy in a taffy stretcher. I hadn’t known about taffy, before I had broken my code, and neither had I known about metaphors. They hadn’t been important for a lowly sec-unit to know, but now I had access to all the information- and more importantly, media- I could ever want. So, no, I did not kill the humans I was assigned to, no matter how easy it would have been.
Instead, I was just waiting for Dr Bruce and Dr Mandy to finish digging around in the dirt and the rocks of the barren planet, so we could return to the habitat and I could watch the next movie in the Darren Vapes mystery saga- Darren Vapes and The Long Legged Dame of Dublin. I, sadly, couldn’t watch media while out in the desert- the connection weaker than a piece of ice in the desert sun, so all I could was here, and think, and watch the scientists as they talked about nothing of interest and searched through dirt for scientific breakthroughs that also weren’t of interest. It was, above all things, boring. Nothing like how life in a Darren Vapes movie seemed.
And then the massive creature shot out of the ground faster than a cheetah on a unicycle, and my day suddenly was not boring at all.