Machete Girl Issue 8.4 Cyberpunk Short Stories

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The gummy fluid transformed even
Spawns
By Jennifer Blaesing
more now, attempting to match the
woman’s body shape and colors.
Her dress, vague shapes of eyes
Everyone walking the bustling town
center’s streets stopped and gawked.
It was one thing to witness a woman
giving birth on the sidewalk; it was
and mouth, skin tone, and blond hair
developed into mirror images on the
reflective surface. The woman lost
all fear. She reached for its hand as
another to see one give birth to a
it reached for hers. Once the form
machine.
touched the woman’s hand, it materialized
into an exact clone of her. They
The slimed, egg-shaped
chunk of lengthwise grooved steel,
the mass of a bowling ball, plopped
from the screaming woman’s skirt as
she sat on the sidewalk with her legs
spread eagle on the pavement, right in
front of Alana’s Boutique.
I sat a fortunate distance from the
incident, only to remain perplexed,
albeit stunned, and unusually still for
my twitchy self. The machine didn’t
frighten me, but the woman had me
connected eyes and shared a mutual
understanding – some kind of knowing
of their fusion. Then as identical twins,
they dropped their arms, turned and
walked forward in unison with poised
grins. You couldn’t tell one from the
other anymore.
“No! It’s not me! Don’t touch
it!” She crab crawled backward away
concerned. I had to admit she was
quite lovely, even crying in horror. Her
That’s when I ran.
from it on her hands and feet.
Now why on Earth would
anyone think it’s her?
floral pink and black mini-dress and
golden blond waves. Christ, Jack. Get
with it. The woman is in crisis and all
I sprinted and couldn’t stop.
I might have been traumatized after
you can think about is her pussy juice
witnessing such a thing. My body
The Sunday shoppers gasped
and bolted in the other direction, some
stopping for a moment in shock, looking
closely, doing double takes before
running. A mother walking between
her two children yanked the sleeves of
their matching jean jackets, directing
their attention to the Dalmatian tied to
a roped down sapling nearby.
slathered all over that device. That
lucky bastard... God damn, I’m an
asshole.
“RUN!!” she howled. Anyone
standing within thirty feet jumped and
scurried off, more frightened of the
woman now than the funky object resting
just beyond her feet.
struggled to shove the images out of
my mind and I tried to focus on survival.
So I ended up running all the way
home. Once I walked through the door,
I didn’t even take my shoes off, loosen
my tie, hang up my jacket or anything,
I just collapsed into my couch and
stared into space.
“Help! Run away! It’s not
me, please!” She sobbed in terror and
I wasn’t sure whether she had been
pregnant with a human baby before, or
I heard a pop and witnessed
jagged cracks break deep through
the thick shell. Then one by one, each
piece dropped away and melted into a
There had to be some logic
to this. I suppose it was possible the
woman was a TruDroid, but I’d never
seen one have such an extreme emo-
she had somehow randomly dropped
thick, silvery liquid extending outward
tional reaction. Even though they’re
MACHETE GIRL ISSUE 8.4
a metal egg from her vagina.
like a river forming an X, bonded in
the middle. In a fumbling fashion, the
molten substance peeled itself off the
concrete and faced the woman, who
was now dumbfounded in shock. She
had stopped screaming and crying.
Mesmerized, she watched it in silence
and stood up. The X reached a limb out
to her, which gradually formed into an
arm.
designed to think, feel and grow exactly
like humans, they’re usually pretty
stoic. Still, they never wanted to hurt
anyone. All they ever talk about is becoming
a real human. The humans are
the real assholes. They destroyed the
previous android generation - the Bots
- about eight years ago for stealing all
the jobs. They were short-lived.
Lying in bed to sleep, masturbation was