The river of revenge

Fear

Outside the pod he noted root amplifiers directed to the south.  Satellite?  They didn't have that capability last briefing, and this particular target didn't make anyone's l ist.  Looked liked maybe an 02 perhaps 04, that model year the lasers were flipped over. Maybe 10 minutes but could be a rabbit hole too.  Planting the device would take just seconds, but 4k video playback made it hard to deceive.  His last target had not renewed the lease, and had nothing on him.

After the ID swipe, and a short hallway, he found her on the left bed on a dozen pillows that were consumed by her massive fat rolls.  No albino, this one, but her lack of exposure turned her a ghostly white against the pillows.  Her fingers were wrapped around the food injection tube, her tongue slurping a few drops of what must be smear.

 "What the fuck took you so long? I've missed at least a few hours and you know that's cruel."

Great. Her pigginess was going to berate him while he repaired the massive projection dome. Wrong choice this time. This time I'm going to get 'er done he thought while at the same time dreading his own weakness, his  impossibly stupid heap of self. His entire lousy 32 years he had been a nothing, a slave, an idiot, stupid, and as noted a goddam chickenshit. No more. No more. Was he really going through with it?

"So the online alarms say the right dome is out, but it's clearly working.   What's going on?

"It flickers in action, and I can't feel the Wood below my waist"

He tapped in the connector on his drag box and knew the capacitance relay had failed.   This was very strange indeed.  After hundreds of repairs in like minded systems, the relay?

"Are you getting urinary feedback at all?"

"Yes, but I can't suppress it, and I've had to get new sheets."

Relays never blow and even with a drone delivery it would be several hours.  His options were few, but 

He snaked the short blade from his sock, slowly, gripping it at an awkward angle to avoid line of sight video feeds. Ready to go.   

The swine had no idea at all, and she didn't make a peep when he leapt across the projector and slit her fingers right off the food boob. She looked at the fresh bright blood and hoped the cleanbot would hurry.   She glanced down seeing the bones on display, and  let out a shriek that curdled his stomach.  She obviously wasn't hurting, even with 3 fingers  cut off at the left knuckles. No, that wasn't pain, he caught sight of her d-line curling up into her left ear. It had already delivered a nice little dose of morphine. Nope, no pain, just surprise and of course lots of anger, and a pleasant little buzz.   He needed to finish this business now. He had maybe 2 minutes before the copbots would show.  They already knew what he'd done and they'd switched from stun to kill mode as they screached overhead.

That was unusual because Mechs were scarce around here and no piggies would approve. Who in the hell was at the controls?

"Don't chicken out asshole. Finish it tonight, just once." He pulled the prober out of his kit and put it on stun and it growled softly. Crappy weapons but effective pig killers. He noted two of the severed fingers had rolled off the bed together and they twitched and bled with each other. He was getting frightened, dammit. Such a chickenshit! He knew instantly he was too afraid as always to do it.

He clicked on his transceiver.  "Extraction needed immediately "   "1432 Norwood street".  Fuck.  Fuck fuck fuck! 

"You shitty little Mech,  I'll see you in hell!"  She grappled clumsily along the soft loose padding along both side of the bed,  working her way back to the controls.   Her favorite gun silently waited for her.

Then I found myself pounding her bloated upper arms, and my fists were perfectly absorbed by the the fat rolls that stretched along like gigantic serpents.  Had I attacked her first?  Me?  He struggled and scraped the outermost layers of his lousy memory and drew a blank, and fat zero. Is this real, was my mission being thrust into action actually the real mission, or was there even a bigger, outer belt that carried the oldest and most important orders?

He couldn't get a grip, it was too soft, and sweaty, and then the reflection of that horrible knife, hunted for his rods snd cones, stabbing them with  the most horrific  horrific, but spectacular glow.   The knife!

What had he done?  Are you kidding me, I really did cut her throat, ear to ear, and the bright blood was rushing quickly, down into the cracks between the velvet pillows.  An odd stream, but then wasn't any blood stream repugnant?  These are important questions he muttered to hime self.  He answers himself minutes later, rising, and spitting out Fuck you you dumabass.  God Dammit!

It was getting harder tell these days, I mean what I was experiencing might be reality, it might be a very complex programs written by ancients from a far-off spiral galaxy.  Unglued, that's it!.  

She was laying on her stomach.  Didn't looks good I mean her leg was