The Intergalactic Heads Woman: A Sword And Planet Punk
Although she knew she was a robot, she didn't know how much. It wasn't every day someone would simply shut at the edge of a star cruiser that she was one. After they had left Earth centuries ago, the distinction between homo sapience and the mechanical kind began to blur to the point of irrelevance. But that was history. She dreams of electronic sheep, like in Philip K Dick novels, but she didn't want to work for the inter galactic spy agencies that would manipulate them. She carried a large Katana, which up till recently she had not had to use, that was fixed to a cane. And at the bottom, a thumb drive that browse various file types that she had a knack for programming.
The last time she had beheaded a rogue Geisha, she couldn't settle down into the deep life for months, and even now it was simply an an unlikely prospect. And beheading a band of rogue pirate geisha was no small task. Alain had a love/hate relationship with blood, paradoxically becoming horny and repulsed at the same time, and had sympathy for the damned that they called the pirate women. You would think hundreds of years since mankind left Earth, man would become more peaceful, but it was merely a matter of temporarily being peaceful in order to nullify the quarantine forced on mankind. Alain thought it was a double standard alien races got to harbor pirates, while her own race was no allowed to go much farther than the move over the last few centuries. And even now she doesn't quite trust that she wouldn't be allowed to do her thing. She liked listening to flying Nannies sing, and dutch girls tap in their wooden shoes. But she hated listening to country blues from the last few decades, as there was no more country side among the stars. There was no much land to speak of outside the star cruisers.
Her brother, in contrast to her gentleness, like to challenge bruisers more powerful than he, and was he himself only stood about 4'11. It was simply a matter of finding pressure points. Yet for Alain, her martial arts was behind the terminal in the latest Linux distro in the era of quantum computing. She wanted to reject the job of being the intergalactic heads woman. Yet inside she became erect as a roman statue, yet without the body of the ideal. She rejected the idea of dating, because she was afraid of exposing her porn habit. Slaughtering space rabbits was one thing, but watching women get their heads chopped off by automatic guillotines was another thing altogether. At times she became rather close to revealing her porn habits to her brother, but his girlfriend at the time, before she gave in to the pirate life, had a treat for him in the cruiser cabin next door. For Alain, she had just finished scripting a Nemo search engine that searched for various files across her quantum computer.
Inherited from what remained of the National Security Agency, it began to propagate and decentralize to the point where, at least in theory, they had to shut their doors forever. Yet this never seemed to stop some spies that were out of work from trying. And do the nature of decentralization, this created a pickle of non accountability. Some spies that left the field went on to become space pirates, and some of the Geisha she beheaded with her thumb drive sword were amongst the most beautiful of the class. She had a sex addiction, not quite to the point of unhealthy behavior (at least not out in the open), and fantasized yet cried about Geisha that had to die.
Her body was meat.
Yet this wasn't Neuromancer.
It was her life, not Case's.
-- Can you lend me my automatic nun chucks? I feel like chucking some nun and pirate Huns tonight. Her brother had an over obsession with rhyming, something that bothered most of his classmates during his secondary school years, yet now he pretends like they don't exist.
-- Why? I fear you might be becoming dependent. Sit down, relax awhile. Go and beat up on pedophiles. Her brother hadn't beat up on intergalactic pedo bruisers in a long time, becoming more the type to beat up on religious Catholic terrorists with stardust nukes. This obsession made Alain want to puke, but there was nothing that could be done, besides encouraging the behavior and giving him a gun. But that would put them both on the run from Dream-Scanners, that have transcended their masters, becoming transcendental entities in and of themselves, taking advantage of their new non-locality. She wasn't sure whether the dream-scanners would continued to be pleased about her own work, and that was her. She hated to think what they must be thinking about her toxic brethren, spending most times in bars, and in general, acting more like a stereotype of a man.