Sunday, December 13, 2009

Domestic Bliss

Prava se Muka ne da Sakriti 1 ~ Petar Meseldžija

They came upon his upturned frame, cogs and flywheel spinning, amongst the cindered undergrowth.
Axiom proposed they leave him where he lay, he was, after all, she reminded Reflex, the reason they were in this pickle.
Ignoring all protocol (as was his want) Reflex extended his hand to return the troublesome creature right-way-up.
Curtail, oblivious to good fortune but once more upright, emitted an electro-magnetic-pulse to evict all manner of dust and soot from his works.
This careless action caused Axiom to jump back sharply covering her chip-cavity and ejaculating an ancient curse involving family lineage and interlaced sexual congress.
Curtail attempted an apologetic whimper and rolled doleful eyes in her direction (he did know which side his bread was buttered).
Reflex slapped him across the head causing another (less practised) whimper and a metallic echo from the surrounding charcoal forest.
“Shoulda got a fuckin' cat” muttered Axiom as they made there way onward.


Jon said...

does this go to show that even robotic dogs are still stupider than cats?

kathleenmaher said...

Jon maybe right about cats and dogs, robotic and otherwise. But I often talk to people who are not nearly as interesting as Curtail.