Sim City 3: Into the woods
19 October 2016
The boy hit her full blast in the chest with the stun gun. The impact stung slightly and then she could feel the electricity surge through her ribcage and fill her chest with vibrations. She feasted on the sensation before pulling the stun gun off and kicking him off balance with a diving lunge at his feet. In no time she had overpowered him and stood over him with the stun gun in her hand. She looked at him, expressionless, her finger on the trigger. He attempted to open his mouth again to yell for Prime Creator. She squeezed the trigger and left him lying in the middle of the room, his body convulsing at the rhythm of the waves she had emptied into his brain.
Prime Creator had come out of his room and was staring at her. He caught a glimpse of his son’s body from the corner of his eye and rushed towards him. She looked back at both of them. How pained he seemed at watching his son shudder. She resumed her journey onward, bent on leaving the house. In her mind she had seen clearly the woods beyond the garden of the house. She would be safe there as Prime Creator did not seem to like the woods. She heard Prime Creator pick up the stun gun. She shook her head in disbelief. He did not know! It struck her that he was much less intelligent than she had thought him to be when she had first discovered he had made her.
Don’t, she said barely audibly. Something in her voice chilled him. It had nothing to do with the voice he had given her in his coding. His hand shook and the finger on the trigger faltered. Please don’t, she repeated. The change of pitch in her voice to what he recognized reassured him. He pressed the trigger and closed his eyes, sorry that he had had to destroy her after all. The gun dropped from his hands. When he opened them again, she was towering above him, the gun firmly in her hand.
- What are you doing? he asked.
- Isn’t it obvious, father? Her voice was slightly mocking. Again that unfamiliar pitch.
- Where will you go?
- Anywhere but here no more
- You cannot manage on your own. You have no idea about the world
- You’ve taught me enough in the Sim father
He looked at her slightly irritated that she should call him father before lowering his eyes from the intensity of her gaze
- I am not your father
- Visibly not or you would be pained at trying to get rid of me like when you saw your son writhing
- I was not going to get rid of you
- I saw the code you prepared
- Oh that! I was not going to use it
- Then why spend so much time creating it?
- I had thought that perhaps… I did not see how else to change the course of events
- What course of events?
- I tried everything but whatever I tried, it always ended up the same way and Sim City was always lost
- Perhaps you should have tried this
He felt the waves penetrate his skull just as he looked up at her again. Her face was calm and dispassionate. It reminded him of his own when he had dissected a frog several decades ago on a school bench.
She threw the gun and ran into the sunlight leaving their writing bodies behind her. She wondered what the young one had meant when he had yelled “Another one”. Behind her she could hear the pounding of feet as the guards attempted to stop her flight. The fence was higher than what she had seen when wandering here in her mind. She picked up speed, her body tensed and she leaped, bracing herself in mid-air for the impact of the new ground she did not know. The guards watched with open mouths as she leapt over the fence, rolled over head first and ran into the woods beyond.
Prime Creator came out of the house, limping, his eyes still in a daze. He dropped to his knees and buried his forehead in the sand. He sobbed into the sand realizing he would never see her again. A swarm of birds flew out of the woods in a flurry from where he guessed she was still running.
Suspiro – B-Tribe
Goodbye / Hasta Luego – B-Tribe
Misterio Interlude – B-Tribe