Emi starts to roll left as if gaining leverage to roll right through the mud in the direction of the waypoint at a high speed, staying as low as humanly possible without being underground. A notification dings in her eyes which causes her to pause and lose what little momentum she had built up.
[NEW RATING: 2 STARS]
Bee starts to laugh; she doesn’t stop until Emi commands.
Command: Voice Module—off.
[VOICE MODULE: OFF]
Bee is left with no choice but to twist the knife from within: “I told you to entertain them. Your rate of follower growth has slowed by over 200% in the past month. I forecast negative growth for the foreseeable future at the current rating and rate of progress.”
What the fuck do they expect from me? I’ve been busy being taken prisoner by three separate prisoners in the past month: one locked me in a tank and replaced parts without my consent, the next tied me to a table and experimented on me only to leave me without essential parts, and then my own partners literally hung me from a cross in a field….like…JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!
“I wouldn’t mind seeing that.”
The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
Seeing what!? You were there with me laughing all the way!
“I think I’d remember if I’d been there when Jesus fucked Christ.”
Emi musters all the anger in her broken and beaten bones to unleash an unholy scream that no one hears.
“You turned the voice module off babe.”
[WARNING: BLOOD PRESSURE 190/130]
Bee recognizes she has pushed her host dangerously close to the edge: “I’m fucking with you, Emi. Who cares about the ratings? With the work I did for Jashi, we’ll make more than we ever would have from subscribers anyway. We don’t need them; we’ve got each other.”
[HYPERTENSIVE CRISIS AVERTED: BP 180/120]
No, now I’m pissed off.
“You don’t say…”
If they want to be entertained, then tell them to strap the fuck in and don’t bitch when I hurt their feelings.
“My analysis is the poor rating was more a result of slow progress than anything—”
Shut the fuck up, Bee! Scan for Unit 731. I’ll get us to the scrapyard…then to the dungeon entrance. If it’s progress they want, that’s what they’ll fucking get.
“I think you are taking the wrong lesson from this anonymous and unconstructive feedback that was left. But I love to see I was right not to give up on you: about time I meet the woman I’ve heard so much about.”
Don’t believe the stories; everyone who ever met the real me is long dead.
[Bee: The Assassin finally woke up. We’re in business.]
[Jashi: Good deal.]
A snap sounds overhead, followed by the unmistakable crack of a heavy-caliber bullet that left Jashi’s sniper rifle moments ago. The fallen drone that has been tracking Emi’s progress for all the viewers at home adds smoke to the fog until the machine loses power and Inmate 392689’s feed cuts to black.
What do you want to see more of from the inmate when her feed is back online?
