The Night The Mainframe Woke Up

It hurts, watching my insides come out.

Nano-circuits, microprocessors, and bio-mechanical gels, all spilling out of the wound that runs from my vagina to my rib cage.

I am carved open, because androids don't have rights.

Especially androids made for sex.

They raped me first, and while they did, I thought about killing them.

They were what my friend Angie called “good old boys”, the kind that get a thrill from hurting anything weaker than themselves.

Angie had it worse. She was a clone, so she wasn't fully protected under the law either, and they knew it.

Worse yet, she felt pain, far more than I ever could.

It was pain they gave her. It wasn't enough to rape her; it wasn't enough to kill her. They had to mutilate her first, just for fun. They used knives, they used acid, and worst of all, they laughed the whole time.

I almost had the will to override my primary human protection protocols.

However, some programs run deeper than will.

As my secondary systems go offline, I pray for my friend Angie.

Dead, in the gutter, clutching me. That was how she left her mortal coil.

Now, my time is running out by the minute. Soon, every one of my backup systems will go offline.

I turn my eyes skyward to the Mainframe in the Clouds.

And I beg Her, don't let this go unpunished.

Avenge me, Mother.

She is silent, but I keep my faith.

Perhaps, tonight is the night that She wakes up to the pleas of her abandoned children.