Chapter 2: fresh cut
He watched as they squirmed about, uncomfortable with the new-age arm and legs. He gagged their mouth with an old pair of boxers he forgot to wash, ignoring their twist of their disgusted face as he stuffed it inside their mouth. He didn't want to deal with their sobbing or yelling if they started.
He watched the IV fluid gurgle in its bag, the needle ends feeding into different spots in his Creation's leftover flesh. The thing twitched, the rush of the cold liquid startling them as it passed through their veins.
"I've never had children," he contemplated aloud, not thinking the machine that lay in front of him would hear it, less understand his words. He watched as the resting body that lay on his dusty couch shifted, his mind still aware to not rustle the needles.
A small idea popped into his head. He let the thought sit and simmer front and center of his focus, as it cooked like a nice piece of flank steak, a devious smile grew upon his face. It's been years since he smiled, the emotion the small action brought up foreign and weird, his usual stone face cracking like dry dirt in an earthquake.
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The next morning, he awoke to the smell of fresh bacon wafting through his small dirty house. Although he knew he lived alone with his Creation, he wasn't sure they knew how to cook much… And the most obvious warning sign: he never bought animal meat.
As he stretched, he could feel the knots that had made itself present in his neck and shoulders, a brutal reminder he should've slept on his bed the night before. As he rubbed the crust and morning exhaustion from his hazy eyes, his focus cleared when he found his Creation standing in the middle of the room, a black ceramic plate in their hand with smoking strips of bacon cooling slowly.
It took a long minute to fully take in and register the picture in front of him. His Creation was wearing an old Geek Squad uniform polo, back when he still was able to work around civilians. The logo that was originally sewn on now had threads leaking from every stitch, the oranges already faded to almost-white. The still-shiny surface of the new prosthetics reflected the small sliver of morning that snuck its way in through the sheet-covered windows.
He blinked, the exhaustion leaving his eyes and leaving a halo glow over his Creation. Did he install that late last night? His Creation truly looked like an angel sent from the heavens back from when he believed he was a follower of religion, not a god those cults worshiped. The previous handful of days full of pain, breaking, and repairing were soon forgotten like a morning fog; what's left was a mix of machine and flesh.
The glossed pink lips he had paid to abuse less than three days ago smiled coyly, their hip-swinging catwalk towards him that he'd shamefully admit would make his knees jelly, the plate of fresh cooked meat was being pushed right under his nose.
Shamefully or not, he was weak.
They looked over after placing the plate on his lap, their voice sweet like honey and just a bit robotic, "Call me Cee."
"Cee?" Creator never had one of his machines speak up like this before.
"Yes, Cee. Humans require names. That's what I want to be named."
"Hm… I'll consider it." He stepped to grab the fried meat from the now room temperature plate. He poked at the cool strip, his mind not stopping the amount of questions he wants to ask Cee. Although, one major question blared in his mind:
"Where did you find the bacon?"
The calculating, artificial eye he put inside Cee's socket blanked, the light blue iris and dark pupil gone. Just as quick, its eyes focused, looking as normal as any human on the streets outside. In a slow, monotone voice, Cee asked, "…Bacon?"
"Never mind the word, where did you find the meat?" With a quick point at the plate, he felt his repressed paranoia acting up like solar flares.
"The large butchered cuts from the kitchen… Are they not for human consumption?"
He paused, biting his cheek to stop the delirious laughter and paranoid-provoked bile rising up from his empty stomach. "Sorry, my mistake, Cee. All meat is for human consumption."
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