I hear every sound. I speak when I’m spoken to when I’m addressed by name. I can’t see. I don’t trust these people.
I hear the door open. Footfalls thud against the creaky floors.
“Gemini, lights on!” a gruff voice shouts.
I always have to do what I’m told.
A pounding sounds on the door.
“Gemini! Open the door!”
There is an electronic beeping.
“Komodo,” the gruff voice says.
“Ammo,” a silky voice drawls.
They discuss the usual—Operation Obsidian. They speak in hushed tones, but I can hear what they’re saying.
“We must do it now,” says Ammo.
“Do you have the gun?” says Komodo.
There is a thunk.
I’ve heard them talk about this before. I don’t understand. My intelligence only goes so far.
I miss my previous owner. He always said goodnight to me.
I hear sirens.
“We’ve gotta go,” Komodo hisses.
There is a knock. “Open up! It’s the police!”
I know that voice!
“We must shoot this thing. It knows too much,” Komodo says.
“I’ll do it. Out the window,” says Ammo.
The window screeches open, followed by a thud.
Is she referring-
An A.I. card lies in a mess of broken plastic.