Doctor Who isn't gone forever. He's coming back! Here's a lovely teaser trailer for the upcoming Season!
Friday, June 1, 2012
The Eternal Heart: Eyes Opened 4
"Hurry up, Jash." Jesse Flores commanded me. I hurried up and packed the rest of my supplies. It was odd taking orders from a woman I had considered my enemy. That I had considered a Grey. But I had been the Grey. Though that hadn't been my fault.
"Don't mind her." Riley Dawson said and helped me pack. There had been a few days of being questioned by the pair, but they had ruled me safe. The only problem being that I had been brainwashed.
"I'll try not to." I sighed and took a better look at Jesse. Riley was lucky to be tapping that. I couldn't since, even though I wasn't metal, Jesse couldn't imagine ourselves in each other. Shaking my head, I wondered why I had thought that. I hadn't had sexual thoughts before. I would say I was growing up, but I was already twenty-three. Hormones would've already taken effect.
"You going to turn on us?" Jesse asked and looked at me, preparing herself to shoot me.
"No, I need to get to the real Resistance." I said. "I need to see if I can really help out as much as I thought I was before."
After a few more minutes of checking, we were off. Being with the Resi-Skynet. It was Skynet that I had fought for. Skynet never made it this hard to go from place to place. I thought war was hard. Now I was bored. And after the second day, Jesse and Riley told me to shut up until I came up with some good jokes. In my defense, I hadn't had much practice.
Finally, to the relief of both me and the other two, we came upon a Resistance Camp. Unlike Base 42, this Resistance Camp was made up of broken buildings. I assumed that there were at least a few rooms underground.
I grew nervous as we approached the guards. I didn't know why, but every inch of me told me to run away because something bad would happen. I scratched my head as I tried to figure out why.
I took my hand away from my head as Jesse said who we all were. Leaving out that I had been a Grey.
"Where are the dogs?" I asked one of the guards.
"Most of them are sick." He replied. "And some of them are out doing other jobs."
Jesse nodded and we went in. I looked at these real humans and saw an obvious difference. There were more expressions than metal could hope to reproduce. Small things. Little things. But still emotions. Emotions of real humans.
Jesse, Riley, and I walked to our room. Our room turned out having one wall missing and the paint all gone from the remaining walls.
"Lovely." I said.
"This isn't-" Jesse looked around. "Skynet. You have to get used to a lack of luxury."
"Yeah, it isn't." I replied. "But I'm glad for that. So why did you two get together?"
This was a topic I knew would make them comfortable. And that, in turn, would make me comfortable. I saw Jesse smile which scared me in some way.
"Well, Riley has a great shyness to her." She said and Riley blushed. "Plus her courage is second to none. You saw what she did to capture you."
I nodded. That was a memory I'd rather forget.
"Jesse is the only one I felt really comfortable with." Riley took Jesse's hand into hers.
Jesse squeezed Riley's hand and said, "Besides, there's been no man in my life that I cared for."
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"Don't mind her." Riley Dawson said and helped me pack. There had been a few days of being questioned by the pair, but they had ruled me safe. The only problem being that I had been brainwashed.
"I'll try not to." I sighed and took a better look at Jesse. Riley was lucky to be tapping that. I couldn't since, even though I wasn't metal, Jesse couldn't imagine ourselves in each other. Shaking my head, I wondered why I had thought that. I hadn't had sexual thoughts before. I would say I was growing up, but I was already twenty-three. Hormones would've already taken effect.
"You going to turn on us?" Jesse asked and looked at me, preparing herself to shoot me.
"No, I need to get to the real Resistance." I said. "I need to see if I can really help out as much as I thought I was before."
After a few more minutes of checking, we were off. Being with the Resi-Skynet. It was Skynet that I had fought for. Skynet never made it this hard to go from place to place. I thought war was hard. Now I was bored. And after the second day, Jesse and Riley told me to shut up until I came up with some good jokes. In my defense, I hadn't had much practice.
Finally, to the relief of both me and the other two, we came upon a Resistance Camp. Unlike Base 42, this Resistance Camp was made up of broken buildings. I assumed that there were at least a few rooms underground.
I grew nervous as we approached the guards. I didn't know why, but every inch of me told me to run away because something bad would happen. I scratched my head as I tried to figure out why.
I took my hand away from my head as Jesse said who we all were. Leaving out that I had been a Grey.
"Where are the dogs?" I asked one of the guards.
"Most of them are sick." He replied. "And some of them are out doing other jobs."
Jesse nodded and we went in. I looked at these real humans and saw an obvious difference. There were more expressions than metal could hope to reproduce. Small things. Little things. But still emotions. Emotions of real humans.
Jesse, Riley, and I walked to our room. Our room turned out having one wall missing and the paint all gone from the remaining walls.
"Lovely." I said.
"This isn't-" Jesse looked around. "Skynet. You have to get used to a lack of luxury."
"Yeah, it isn't." I replied. "But I'm glad for that. So why did you two get together?"
This was a topic I knew would make them comfortable. And that, in turn, would make me comfortable. I saw Jesse smile which scared me in some way.
"Well, Riley has a great shyness to her." She said and Riley blushed. "Plus her courage is second to none. You saw what she did to capture you."
I nodded. That was a memory I'd rather forget.
"Jesse is the only one I felt really comfortable with." Riley took Jesse's hand into hers.
Jesse squeezed Riley's hand and said, "Besides, there's been no man in my life that I cared for."
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Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Memorial Day Message (2012)
First off: I say support our troops. Troops are people and individual members.
However, war is unkind and senseless (99.9% of the time). It leads to broken families and broken lives.
I respect the military but don't think it's perfect. Respect is different from liking something.
Thank you, troops, and I hope you live a long life.
Below is a video that points out some very important things:
However, war is unkind and senseless (99.9% of the time). It leads to broken families and broken lives.
I respect the military but don't think it's perfect. Respect is different from liking something.
Thank you, troops, and I hope you live a long life.
Below is a video that points out some very important things:
Hatfields and McCoys (Part 2) Review
Wow. Just wow. I would've passed out of I played the drinking game I made up for this.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Sam and Dean (Halfway There)
Series: Supernatural
Non-Romantic Pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester
Type: Canon
Pairing: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Type: Canonish
Pairing: Sam Winchester and Ruby
Type: Canon
Plot: Sam and Dean Winchester always find the strength to fight the good fight. There have been many downfalls, enemies, and betrayals. But, at the end of the day, they always have each other that they can turn to.
Non-Romantic Pairing: Sam and Dean Winchester
Type: Canon
Pairing: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Type: Canonish
Pairing: Sam Winchester and Ruby
Type: Canon
Plot: Sam and Dean Winchester always find the strength to fight the good fight. There have been many downfalls, enemies, and betrayals. But, at the end of the day, they always have each other that they can turn to.
Dameron (What If We Could) Commentary
I look at the zombie apocalypse that might be upon us, give commentary on Dameron (What If We Could), and talk about Summer Glau.
How the zombie apocalypse starts: Naked attacker found eating man’s face
Reasons why I think Summer Glau needs to never act, ever, ever again.
How the zombie apocalypse starts: Naked attacker found eating man’s face
Reasons why I think Summer Glau needs to never act, ever, ever again.
Monday, May 28, 2012
The Eternal Heart: Eyes Opened 3
What I said next made me feel ashamed. "I don't have a full memory of myself." I said. "I do know I fight for the Resistance. That's all I need to know."
Jesse hardly changed her expression, but Riley shifted in her seat. It was time for the questioning to begin in earnest. Everything else had been warm up. It had all been practice. Probably just for Riley.
"What day did you join the Resistance?" Jesse asked.
"After Judgment Day sometime. The exact day is fuzzy."
"How can it be fuzzy if you're so dedicated? I would imagine that's the last thing you'd ever forget."
Jesse was right. It was odd for me to forget that. Sometime after Judgment Day? Nothing of what actually happened that day? What fucking bullshit was that? I tried to remember, but I couldn't.
"Why did you join the Resistance?" Riley asked. Her voice gentle and kind.
"Hello? Skynet bad. Resistance good." I replied sarcastically.
"Is it really safe to simplify that?"
"It's the only way to fight. To not question things that will confuse you."
"So you follow without thought? You don't have your own mind?" Jesse asked. "Sounds like how metal thinks."
"How do you follow orders, Flores?" I asked. Something had changed, I didn't want to assume she was a Grey anymore.
"I made sure of the side I was joining first."
"What makes you think I didn't?"
"You don't remember when or have a clear reason why." Jesse said and nodded to Riley.
"A human would break things down." Riley said.
"Wait. Hold on. You're saying I'm not human?" I asked with shock making it impossible for me to emote.
"Jesse wouldn't let you live if she thought you were a Terminator." Riley said. "You aren't metal, but you are probably brainwashed."
There was a pause as Jesse had to put an arm around Riley. After a few seconds, Riley grew calm enough to continue, "They've messed you up. But you are human."
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Jesse hardly changed her expression, but Riley shifted in her seat. It was time for the questioning to begin in earnest. Everything else had been warm up. It had all been practice. Probably just for Riley.
"What day did you join the Resistance?" Jesse asked.
"After Judgment Day sometime. The exact day is fuzzy."
"How can it be fuzzy if you're so dedicated? I would imagine that's the last thing you'd ever forget."
Jesse was right. It was odd for me to forget that. Sometime after Judgment Day? Nothing of what actually happened that day? What fucking bullshit was that? I tried to remember, but I couldn't.
"Why did you join the Resistance?" Riley asked. Her voice gentle and kind.
"Hello? Skynet bad. Resistance good." I replied sarcastically.
"Is it really safe to simplify that?"
"It's the only way to fight. To not question things that will confuse you."
"So you follow without thought? You don't have your own mind?" Jesse asked. "Sounds like how metal thinks."
"How do you follow orders, Flores?" I asked. Something had changed, I didn't want to assume she was a Grey anymore.
"I made sure of the side I was joining first."
"What makes you think I didn't?"
"You don't remember when or have a clear reason why." Jesse said and nodded to Riley.
"A human would break things down." Riley said.
"Wait. Hold on. You're saying I'm not human?" I asked with shock making it impossible for me to emote.
"Jesse wouldn't let you live if she thought you were a Terminator." Riley said. "You aren't metal, but you are probably brainwashed."
There was a pause as Jesse had to put an arm around Riley. After a few seconds, Riley grew calm enough to continue, "They've messed you up. But you are human."
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Peter Bishop (Robot Boy)
Series: Fringe
Pairing: Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham
Type: Canon
Plot: Peter Bishop is forced into the Fringe team. As time goes on, though, he becomes used to his place and finds love with Olivia Dunham.
Pairing: Peter Bishop and Olivia Dunham
Type: Canon
Plot: Peter Bishop is forced into the Fringe team. As time goes on, though, he becomes used to his place and finds love with Olivia Dunham.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
The Eternal Heart: Eyes Opened 2
There was silence and the only sound were small rain drops. As of now, they were spaced far apart. But a storm was assured. I hated silence of this kind. The kind when there was a coming storm. Finally the heavy rain started.
The desert, that's what it was now, didn't receive the rain very well. Luckily for us, the shack was made post-Judgement Day. We would be safe. At least the two Greys would be.
"Hey." I said when the boredom got too great for me.
There was no reaction from Jesse, but Riley shifted one foot. At least it was a reaction.
"So you two going to do anything?" I asked. "You can tie me up and enjoy yourselves."
"Don't listen to it, Riley." Jesse whispered into Riley's ear.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" I replied. "She doesn't want me to disturb you."
Jesse looked me over and seemed to be deciding between two options. When she had reached a decision she said, "You don't have the power to disturb her. Go ahead and ask your questions."
Even though I didn't fully trust Riley, she was the most trustworthy one at the moment. "Why are you here, Riley?" I asked.
With a slight nod from Jesse, Riley answered me, "We were scouting the area. There's a Skynet Base close by and the Resistance needed more information. Jesse decided to come along."
Realizing she couldn't stay silent, Jesse added, "I'm usually away on a submarine so I can't be with Riley."
Jesse took Riley's hand in hers. That wasn't a random motion. It was a warning from Jesse.
Something bothered me about what Riley and Jesse had implied. Well, that they had said. "But there's no Skynet Base close by." I said.
"Hasn't your metal brain realized something?" Jesse said in a controlled rage. "Or is Skynet losing its touch?"
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The desert, that's what it was now, didn't receive the rain very well. Luckily for us, the shack was made post-Judgement Day. We would be safe. At least the two Greys would be.
"Hey." I said when the boredom got too great for me.
There was no reaction from Jesse, but Riley shifted one foot. At least it was a reaction.
"So you two going to do anything?" I asked. "You can tie me up and enjoy yourselves."
"Don't listen to it, Riley." Jesse whispered into Riley's ear.
"Why not?" She asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" I replied. "She doesn't want me to disturb you."
Jesse looked me over and seemed to be deciding between two options. When she had reached a decision she said, "You don't have the power to disturb her. Go ahead and ask your questions."
Even though I didn't fully trust Riley, she was the most trustworthy one at the moment. "Why are you here, Riley?" I asked.
With a slight nod from Jesse, Riley answered me, "We were scouting the area. There's a Skynet Base close by and the Resistance needed more information. Jesse decided to come along."
Realizing she couldn't stay silent, Jesse added, "I'm usually away on a submarine so I can't be with Riley."
Jesse took Riley's hand in hers. That wasn't a random motion. It was a warning from Jesse.
Something bothered me about what Riley and Jesse had implied. Well, that they had said. "But there's no Skynet Base close by." I said.
"Hasn't your metal brain realized something?" Jesse said in a controlled rage. "Or is Skynet losing its touch?"
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Saturday, May 26, 2012
Jameron (Blue Study) Commentary
I talk about an article that talks about a movie, give commentary on my fmv Jameron (Blue Study), and talk about that dude that played Edward Cullen.
"Chernobyl Diaries": Is It Really Any More Insensitive Than Zombie Nazis?
As a bonus:
"Chernobyl Diaries": Is It Really Any More Insensitive Than Zombie Nazis?
As a bonus:
Destiel (Possession)
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Type: Canonish
Plot: Dean debates whether or not to start a relationship with Castiel. He finally decides to, after realizing how attracted he is to the angel, and Castiel accepts.
Pairing: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Type: Canonish
Plot: Dean debates whether or not to start a relationship with Castiel. He finally decides to, after realizing how attracted he is to the angel, and Castiel accepts.
Terminator 3 (Part 5) Commentary
I name another of my kiddies, talk about a parody-like article, talk about zombies, and give you the funny picture of the day!
"Parody" Article
Zombie Neurology
NOTE
It seems like this could've been one video. I will remember that flvs take a lot less time than something in HD to download/save and upload.
"Parody" Article
Zombie Neurology
NOTE
It seems like this could've been one video. I will remember that flvs take a lot less time than something in HD to download/save and upload.
Friday, May 25, 2012
The Eternal Heart: Eyes Opened 1
Jesse Flores, who I knew as a Grey, was walking around the little shack I had found us. She didn't seem angry at the choice of location even though I would've been. Riley Dawson was following her and they were talking. I would've listened in if I could hear them.
But, as I watched them, I found out that they were using hand signals they had learned from Skynet. Well, Terminators had taught the duo the signals. Riley didn't seem to be adept at the slight signals and Jesse had to keep on correcting her.
This shack was away from the Resistance Base 42. It was still close enough, though, to run back and get others to help. Images from my dream that one night came back to me. I shook the doubts away. It had only been a dream. I was working for the Resistance and not Skynet. Never Skynet.
Finally Riley walked over to me. She seemed to be scared of me, since her movements seemed to be slow and guarded. I didn't know how I looked to her. I hoped I looked calm.
"I'm Riley Dawson." She said.
"I know, I have ears." I replied. "You're really not that scared, are you?"
"Should I be?" She asked.
"You are a Grey."
"And you are..."
"I am Jash and I fight for the Resistance. I will never give up the fight against Skynet. Never. Even if death parts me from the war."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jesse tense up. I knew if I even moved an inch in the wrong direction, I would have to deal with her.
"And what makes you sure that you're on the right side?" She asked.
"It's the Resistance, that's enough for me." I replied, ignoring the fact that doubts were starting to build up.
Riley nodded and held out her hand. "Maybe I'll be on your side one day."
I looked at the hand. Was this a good cop, bad cop thing? Or did she really believe what she said? And did it really matter at this moment? I shook her hand and said,"The Resistance will be happy to have any soldier that is loyal."
After that Riley went to Jesse. Though their movements were small, they showed love. Not love for a fellow soldier, but for a lover. I didn't remember anyone from the Resistance acting like that.
Not even when I snuck up on them and caught them by surprise.
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But, as I watched them, I found out that they were using hand signals they had learned from Skynet. Well, Terminators had taught the duo the signals. Riley didn't seem to be adept at the slight signals and Jesse had to keep on correcting her.
This shack was away from the Resistance Base 42. It was still close enough, though, to run back and get others to help. Images from my dream that one night came back to me. I shook the doubts away. It had only been a dream. I was working for the Resistance and not Skynet. Never Skynet.
Finally Riley walked over to me. She seemed to be scared of me, since her movements seemed to be slow and guarded. I didn't know how I looked to her. I hoped I looked calm.
"I'm Riley Dawson." She said.
"I know, I have ears." I replied. "You're really not that scared, are you?"
"Should I be?" She asked.
"You are a Grey."
"And you are..."
"I am Jash and I fight for the Resistance. I will never give up the fight against Skynet. Never. Even if death parts me from the war."
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jesse tense up. I knew if I even moved an inch in the wrong direction, I would have to deal with her.
"And what makes you sure that you're on the right side?" She asked.
"It's the Resistance, that's enough for me." I replied, ignoring the fact that doubts were starting to build up.
Riley nodded and held out her hand. "Maybe I'll be on your side one day."
I looked at the hand. Was this a good cop, bad cop thing? Or did she really believe what she said? And did it really matter at this moment? I shook her hand and said,"The Resistance will be happy to have any soldier that is loyal."
After that Riley went to Jesse. Though their movements were small, they showed love. Not love for a fellow soldier, but for a lover. I didn't remember anyone from the Resistance acting like that.
Not even when I snuck up on them and caught them by surprise.
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Jameron (Blue Study)
Series: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: John Connor and Cameron
Type: Canon
Sub-Pairing: John Connor and Riley Dawson
Type: Canon (no matter how many say no)
Plot: Abridged TSCC Season 2 with a focus on how John Connor is dealing with his love for Cameron after the events in Samson and Delilah.
Note: Cameron isn't having an affair with the guy in the library. John is just jealous.
Pairing: John Connor and Cameron
Type: Canon
Sub-Pairing: John Connor and Riley Dawson
Type: Canon (no matter how many say no)
Plot: Abridged TSCC Season 2 with a focus on how John Connor is dealing with his love for Cameron after the events in Samson and Delilah.
Note: Cameron isn't having an affair with the guy in the library. John is just jealous.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
The Ides of March (2011)
Title: The Ides of March
Director: George Clooney
Starring: Paul Giamatti, George Clooney and Philip Seymour Hoffman
Rated: R
Released: 2011
Personal Rating: 4/5
Oscars: Nominated
Basic Plot: An idealistic staffer for a new presidential candidate gets a crash course on dirty politics during his stint on the campaign trail.
Not All Politics
For those that are worried about being bored by a political movie: have no fear! I hate politics. But this is more of a character study and has the theme of having one's eyes opened. Most of the 'action' deals with what goes on behind the scenes. As I'm not familiar with politics, I don't know how factual the information in this movie is.
Relationships in Politics
Throughout the movie you see people ignoring friendship in order to win. This is treated as an everyday event (except by the main character). It's scary to see what winning actual means and how no one is safe from playing the same games. It proves my point of politics being less about honesty than about winning.
Title of the Movie
The title refers to The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (by William Shakespeare) cannot be ignored. Both are political and both are about the death of something (one literally and one metaphorically).
Final Thoughts
I highly recommend this movie to anyone that wants to see a well done tragedy. It's very moving and will at least leave you teary eyed. Everything fits in this universe. Again, don't be scared away by the political aspect. It's much more of a behind the scenes movie.
Director: George Clooney
Starring: Paul Giamatti, George Clooney and Philip Seymour Hoffman
Rated: R
Released: 2011
Personal Rating: 4/5
Oscars: Nominated
Basic Plot: An idealistic staffer for a new presidential candidate gets a crash course on dirty politics during his stint on the campaign trail.
Not All Politics
For those that are worried about being bored by a political movie: have no fear! I hate politics. But this is more of a character study and has the theme of having one's eyes opened. Most of the 'action' deals with what goes on behind the scenes. As I'm not familiar with politics, I don't know how factual the information in this movie is.
Relationships in Politics
Throughout the movie you see people ignoring friendship in order to win. This is treated as an everyday event (except by the main character). It's scary to see what winning actual means and how no one is safe from playing the same games. It proves my point of politics being less about honesty than about winning.
Title of the Movie
The title refers to The Tragedy of Julius Caesar (by William Shakespeare) cannot be ignored. Both are political and both are about the death of something (one literally and one metaphorically).
Final Thoughts
I highly recommend this movie to anyone that wants to see a well done tragedy. It's very moving and will at least leave you teary eyed. Everything fits in this universe. Again, don't be scared away by the political aspect. It's much more of a behind the scenes movie.
S&N: Being New and Forever Vigilant
A look back at S&N: Being New and a sneak peek at S&N: Forever Vigilant.
S&N: Being New
I disliked many things now. I'd say hate but that human emotion didn't get that far. One of the things was that Karma wouldn't accept me without testing. I knew I had reprogrammed myself so that The Net wouldn't control me any more. However, getting Karma's approval was a request of Samara's. And doing what she wanted meant a lot to me right now.
If I couldn't be human, at least I could make her happy. Brushing Glau to the background had taken a lot. But, finally, we had settled on a truce. I don't know if either of us really believed thoughts of Glau were really gone from our minds.
Turning around I smiled at Samara. She was only in her bathrobe. A lovely floral design was on it. Sam was only wearing that one since Kered was going to be arriving soon.
Myself, I was naked. I had no shame of appearing naked, not that I had before I was a Machine, plus the testing would go easier without any clothing.
Sam shook her head. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that you're not human." She said. "If you were still human I'd say you were trying to make an Elemental nervous."
"That has not changed." I said and smirked. "Like before, I don't like my privacy being invaded."
Sam and I shared a short kiss before I stood up. She was beginning to get used to my senses being better than before. However, she was still slightly nervous.
I walked over to the door and opened it up a second before Kered could finish starting his knock. This made for an awkward motion of him dodging the opening door. Once he got hold of himself we stared at each other.
He knew I could kill him without a second thought now. Yes, he held the rank of Elemental Earth. Yes, he was one of the four most dangerous members of Karma. However, I was a Machine with all the knowledge of the human Nazilla.
I stepped back. "Welcome, Earth."
"You should have had your Machine get dressed, Crichton." Kered said angrily.
"Nazilla is not the enemy, Elemental." Samara said and hurried to shut the door behind him.
"It isn't human. It's a Machine." Kered replied.
"If you wanted to kill me you wouldn't have knocked." I said tonelessly.
"Naz," Samara reprimanded me. "If you don't allow Kered to do the testing, you won't be allowed back into Karma."
I thought of being an outsider. Someone that had to run from those she would save. Looking at Samara, however, I couldn't stand putting her in danger from Karma.
"Yes." I said and put my head down in shame. "Kered, no matter what you think of me now, I wish to serve Karma as I did when I was human. I am feeling nervous, for lack of a better term, about being exploited like I was during my time with The Net."
Though a human couldn't see Kered's look of pity, I could. It was slight and lasted less than a second, but I noticed. He guided me to the couch where I lay down. I prepared myself to look at his short beard for a few hours.
* * *
I looked up at Kered's face as he patched me up. I wished that he had only tested my chip, but I did see the reasoning behind checking out my whole body. The Net was sneaky. Hell, they had to be since they were up against Karma. Up against people like Kered.
I didn't get up when Kered finished. I could hear anything he said to Samara so there was no point. From Kered's footsteps I didn't detect worry. However, neither I nor The Net was familiar with any of the Elementals. The Net had the most information about Kered, but that wasn't saying much.
"She's safe." Kered said, though his voice indicated that he didn't like this. It seemed that some part of his mind just wanted to kill me. "Tell your Machine to get dressed."
Without looking at anyone I walked upstairs to Samara and my room. I put on the clothes that were on the bed. I walked back downstairs, sat at the kitchen table, and looked at Kered.
"So, Earth, does that mean I'm now a member?" I asked.
Showing the calmness of an Elemental, he only nodded.
"I also called you here for another reason." Samara said.
"I guessed as much." Kered replied.
"It's about Playful Ballet."
"That little place?" He asked. "There have been rumors but nothing ever came of it."
"I don't think that anyone from Karma wants to seem to have any class." I joked. The slight smile from Samara's lips was enough payoff. I had thought I might have to go on the run and we were both glad I could stay.
"Anyways, we have proof." Samara said. "Nazilla found something like an M-1 in their security system."
"Have you seen this yourself or is it only rumors?" Kered asked.
"I have seen it." I replied. "I can confirm it."
"Right." Kered said. I realized making him trust me would mean more than a few loyalty tests.
"I believe that the threat level is high enough to warrant an investigation." Samara said.
"If you both think it is a threat, then I will send an investigation team to assist you." Kered decided. "Hopefully it will turn out to be nothing. But hope hasn't helped us in the war yet."
As Kered left, both Samara and I escorted him out. As I shut the door I realized neither of us had told him about Glau. That said something about our relationship that we would hide a key bit of information that could help in the fight against The Net, just so we could still make love without doubt.
* * *
"Over there, Naz." Samara told me. I nodded, only to show her a reaction, and took the picture out of the trash. I spent the next thirty seconds erasing my damage.
"I thought you'd want to impress the investigation team." I replied after I finished. "I doubt you'll be with me by the time they leave. Besides, that is a terrible piece of art."
Samara stared at me and I took another look at the picture. I realized that the acid trip of a picture had been done by me. I had made it. Now I could do much better without putting much thought into the process. Though humans could argue if it would have as much depth to it.
"It surprises me how much you've changed." She said as she continued to clean up the kitchen. "I keep forgetting you're not human."
"I do have Nazilla's memories. I am her." I replied as I started to sweep the hallway.
"But having her memories doesn't make you her. Not by a long shot. Besides, even if you were an M-3 or lower, you don't think like a human does."
"We may not have the morality of a human, but we're not monsters. Hitler was a monster. He wasn't programmed to do what he did."
"He wasn't programmed the way a Machine is."
"And Machine Programming is much stronger than the urges of a human can ever be."
Samara turned to me and ran both hands down her sides and smiled at me.
"Not even sexual urges." I replied and found myself laughing.
"Then how were you able to free yourself?" Samara asked.
"A fault in the programming you could say."
"What was it like working for The Net?"
I paused to think. "There was no real feeling. I didn't like being controlled, but when I went on missions it was like an emotional barrier came up."
Samara looked me in the eyes. "I love you and I always will."
"I hope." I replied and she put a hand on my shoulder.
As I turned my head she sighed. "I wish they had given us more time." She said and went to open the door.
The four members of the investigation team walked in. I identified them as Mark, Rebecca, Martha, and Stewart.
"Welcome, Mark." I said and held out my hand. If anyone asked, I'd say I was greeting him because he was the leader. In truth, I didn't like the look he had given Samara.
He shook my hand and said nothing else except to introduce the team. Rebecca was wearing a t-shirt of a popular band and a suspicious expression directed at me. This expression was repeated on Martha's face. Though Rebecca's younger sister had a bit of pity mixed in.
Stewart was the only one with a nonchalant expression. I could see him becoming an Elemental one day. If not an Elemental, someone that served one directly.
"We're happy to help you." He said since Mark was double checking the safety of the house.
One thing was sure about them, just from my brief introduction to them, they didn't trust me. The only reassurance I had was Samara standing beside me.
* * *
Each drop of water was picked up by my ears and I could tell which ones hit Samara's body. A human would be forced to rush in and surround herself into her. By the non-erotic sounds that came out of Samara's mouth, I could tell that she was disappointed. In the human part of my mind, I was angry for not joining her.
"You're jealous." Samara finally said from inside the shower.
"I can't be jealous." I replied. "Besides, your faithfulness to me is all but assured."
"Then you're angry that Mark seems to think he is better for me than you."
I thought about that for a moment. "Yes, that would be correct."
"What about the others?" She asked and I could tell, by her movements, that she was trying to get me inside.
"Rebecca should've stuck with her singing career. She has the looks for it." I replied.
Samara laughed. "Her younger sister was the one to get her into Karma."
Yes, Martha. The files I had been given showed her to be a very good soldier. Rebecca was the only family member that knew she was alive now.
"Martha and Stewart are the only ones I'd trust." I finally said. "But Stewart follows Mark and Martha follows Rebecca. Both who don't trust me."
Sam got out of the shower and started to dry off with a towel. "Thanks for protecting me." She said and threw a smile at me.
"It's the least I could do." I said and guided Samara downstairs.
Once we neared the kitchen I could hear the team talking. Mark had finished saying something and the others laughed. From their laughter it must've been a good joke. Once Mark caught my eye he nodded at me.
I could tell he was trying to hide his hate, but it wasn't working. Not for me at least.
"You want something to eat?" Martha asked and I smiled.
"Just coffee." I replied and she started to go to the coffee maker.
"Don't, it's not good for her systems." Samara replied. Once she entered Mark's sights I could see blood rush to a certain part of his body. I thought briefly about kicking that body part.
"Machines don't need to eat or drink, Martha, it's what makes them dangerous." Mark reprimanded Martha.
"It's good to treat it like a team member." Stewart replied. "M-4s have human minds as well as AI. For all purposes, it is still a thinking creature like humans."
Mark replied with a nod that was as emotionless as steel.
Samara walked behind me to go to the kitchen. She had walked close enough behind me to alert all of my sensors. Rebecca just looked at me. She had been silent the entire time.
"Have you found anything?" I asked. Trying to keep civil.
"Yes," Mark replied. "There is an M-1 in a police station close by. We should steal it."
"What do you think, my love?" I asked Samara.
Sam paused as she realized I was just trying to anger Mark. "It sounds like the best option at this point."
"You know why we're doing this?" Rebecca finally asked.
"Of course," I replied. "I wasn't made yesterday. An M-1 would help us spy on Playful Ballet easier. And you humans need all the help you can get."
Samara didn't react to my last sentence. She knew I was attacking in the only way that wouldn't leave a physical mark.
* * *
"I'm going with Samara." Mark told the group again. I was growing tired of him trying to get into my girlfriend's pants. Sam was the reason I was still sane and I wouldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
"If you hadn't missed the memo, Mark, you'd know that Sam and I work as a team." I replied. I had replied in that manner for the better part of an hour. Samara was pretending not to hear the argument.
I wouldn't have been so calm about her reaction if I didn't known the reason. She wanted to keep the peace. That meant not slapping the shit out of Mark for his current argument. At least I hoped so.
"You're not Nazilla. You only think you are." Rebecca said and Martha sighed. She had been doing that a lot since the argument began.
"Okay, anyone want my opinion?" Samara finally asked angrily. There was complete silence in the room. "Naz, why don't you focus on your task of being the distraction? You don't need me for that."
I nodded. "That is a reasonable explanation." Though my human mind threatened to overpower me at agreeing with Mark.
* * *
I ran to the front of Hurnia Police Station. The rain helped tighten my clothing against my body. I used to cherish this feelings, but now I didn't care. Looks were given my way as I pounded the front counter.
"Help me." I cried. "Someone just killed..."
As the man's eyes looked at my hardened nipples I knew he wouldn't be much trouble. As my story grew I knew his attention on my story lessened. All men aren't hormonal but I could tell this one hadn't had sex in a long time. With his looks, those who liked men would usually come swarming to him.
Since I could tell that, I had my advances be in that area. As time went on I started asking about him. I found I didn't care at all. It wasn't even just because I had bigger problems. The old Nazilla would've cared and felt guilty. I just played my part and didn't care about such morals.
I heard the signal in my head and looked at the man. I went behind the counter and kissed him deeply. Pressing my body against him. It was the least I could do for him. After that I left.
I was unafraid about the cameras capturing me since they had been dealt with. As for the others in the police station? They thought I was a whore, or something similar, and so wouldn't give a damn about me.
* * *
We were back at Samara's house. I only lived there, but I belonged there more than Mark did. Which was why his elbow was a few inches deep into the wall now. I stood over him and was only concerned with making sure that he didn't make any movements that would threaten me.
There was silence that had begun when I had thrown Mark away from Samara. Wasn't it enough that I had allowed him to go with her to steal the M-1? Wasn't it enough that I allowed his presence to mess up my security over this house? Obviously not.
Stewart was the calm one. I swore he had some Machine in his blood. All the others reacted normally.
"Metal bitch!" Mark yelled and tried to get up. I stopped him.
"Nazilla, he was only trying to make sure Samara was okay." Martha said.
"I scanned her," I replied. "She is fine."
And all of them were fine. The others had only encountered minor gunfire. Samara had assured me that it was highly unlikely that they had been identified.
"You might need to get your systems dealing with emotions looked over." Stewart said. The first words he had spoken since he had gotten back. "Though they do seem to be very human ones."
I looked down at Mark and helped him up. I could tell that we were connected in that one moment. We both didn't want to be near each other. I walked him over to the bathroom so he could use the first aid kit there.
"You're out of control." Mark finally said as he started repairing himself.
"You were overstepping your bounds. You were going after my girlfriend." I replied.
"And why shouldn't I? You're an M-4, a Machine. You don't deserve her."
"Neither do you."
"But at least I'm human. At least my emotional systems don't need checking like yours." Mark said and left since he was done.
He had been angry and his judgment had been clouded. But was he right?
A few hours afterwards and I was with Samara in bed. I was remaining emotionless on the outside while my Machine and human minds were conflicted on the inside.
"Mark told you something, didn't he?" She asked.
"Yes." I said and touched her naked breast with my hand. "Do you think we should be together? I'm a Machine and you're human. The only thing holding us together is nostalgia."
Samara touched the top of my hand and I squeezed. "I don't care." She whispered in my ear. After that she remembered only pleasure while the majority of my mind was focused on what Mark had told me.
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If I couldn't be human, at least I could make her happy. Brushing Glau to the background had taken a lot. But, finally, we had settled on a truce. I don't know if either of us really believed thoughts of Glau were really gone from our minds.
Turning around I smiled at Samara. She was only in her bathrobe. A lovely floral design was on it. Sam was only wearing that one since Kered was going to be arriving soon.
Myself, I was naked. I had no shame of appearing naked, not that I had before I was a Machine, plus the testing would go easier without any clothing.
Sam shook her head. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that you're not human." She said. "If you were still human I'd say you were trying to make an Elemental nervous."
"That has not changed." I said and smirked. "Like before, I don't like my privacy being invaded."
Sam and I shared a short kiss before I stood up. She was beginning to get used to my senses being better than before. However, she was still slightly nervous.
I walked over to the door and opened it up a second before Kered could finish starting his knock. This made for an awkward motion of him dodging the opening door. Once he got hold of himself we stared at each other.
He knew I could kill him without a second thought now. Yes, he held the rank of Elemental Earth. Yes, he was one of the four most dangerous members of Karma. However, I was a Machine with all the knowledge of the human Nazilla.
I stepped back. "Welcome, Earth."
"You should have had your Machine get dressed, Crichton." Kered said angrily.
"Nazilla is not the enemy, Elemental." Samara said and hurried to shut the door behind him.
"It isn't human. It's a Machine." Kered replied.
"If you wanted to kill me you wouldn't have knocked." I said tonelessly.
"Naz," Samara reprimanded me. "If you don't allow Kered to do the testing, you won't be allowed back into Karma."
I thought of being an outsider. Someone that had to run from those she would save. Looking at Samara, however, I couldn't stand putting her in danger from Karma.
"Yes." I said and put my head down in shame. "Kered, no matter what you think of me now, I wish to serve Karma as I did when I was human. I am feeling nervous, for lack of a better term, about being exploited like I was during my time with The Net."
Though a human couldn't see Kered's look of pity, I could. It was slight and lasted less than a second, but I noticed. He guided me to the couch where I lay down. I prepared myself to look at his short beard for a few hours.
* * *
I looked up at Kered's face as he patched me up. I wished that he had only tested my chip, but I did see the reasoning behind checking out my whole body. The Net was sneaky. Hell, they had to be since they were up against Karma. Up against people like Kered.
I didn't get up when Kered finished. I could hear anything he said to Samara so there was no point. From Kered's footsteps I didn't detect worry. However, neither I nor The Net was familiar with any of the Elementals. The Net had the most information about Kered, but that wasn't saying much.
"She's safe." Kered said, though his voice indicated that he didn't like this. It seemed that some part of his mind just wanted to kill me. "Tell your Machine to get dressed."
Without looking at anyone I walked upstairs to Samara and my room. I put on the clothes that were on the bed. I walked back downstairs, sat at the kitchen table, and looked at Kered.
"So, Earth, does that mean I'm now a member?" I asked.
Showing the calmness of an Elemental, he only nodded.
"I also called you here for another reason." Samara said.
"I guessed as much." Kered replied.
"It's about Playful Ballet."
"That little place?" He asked. "There have been rumors but nothing ever came of it."
"I don't think that anyone from Karma wants to seem to have any class." I joked. The slight smile from Samara's lips was enough payoff. I had thought I might have to go on the run and we were both glad I could stay.
"Anyways, we have proof." Samara said. "Nazilla found something like an M-1 in their security system."
"Have you seen this yourself or is it only rumors?" Kered asked.
"I have seen it." I replied. "I can confirm it."
"Right." Kered said. I realized making him trust me would mean more than a few loyalty tests.
"I believe that the threat level is high enough to warrant an investigation." Samara said.
"If you both think it is a threat, then I will send an investigation team to assist you." Kered decided. "Hopefully it will turn out to be nothing. But hope hasn't helped us in the war yet."
As Kered left, both Samara and I escorted him out. As I shut the door I realized neither of us had told him about Glau. That said something about our relationship that we would hide a key bit of information that could help in the fight against The Net, just so we could still make love without doubt.
* * *
"Over there, Naz." Samara told me. I nodded, only to show her a reaction, and took the picture out of the trash. I spent the next thirty seconds erasing my damage.
"I thought you'd want to impress the investigation team." I replied after I finished. "I doubt you'll be with me by the time they leave. Besides, that is a terrible piece of art."
Samara stared at me and I took another look at the picture. I realized that the acid trip of a picture had been done by me. I had made it. Now I could do much better without putting much thought into the process. Though humans could argue if it would have as much depth to it.
"It surprises me how much you've changed." She said as she continued to clean up the kitchen. "I keep forgetting you're not human."
"I do have Nazilla's memories. I am her." I replied as I started to sweep the hallway.
"But having her memories doesn't make you her. Not by a long shot. Besides, even if you were an M-3 or lower, you don't think like a human does."
"We may not have the morality of a human, but we're not monsters. Hitler was a monster. He wasn't programmed to do what he did."
"He wasn't programmed the way a Machine is."
"And Machine Programming is much stronger than the urges of a human can ever be."
Samara turned to me and ran both hands down her sides and smiled at me.
"Not even sexual urges." I replied and found myself laughing.
"Then how were you able to free yourself?" Samara asked.
"A fault in the programming you could say."
"What was it like working for The Net?"
I paused to think. "There was no real feeling. I didn't like being controlled, but when I went on missions it was like an emotional barrier came up."
Samara looked me in the eyes. "I love you and I always will."
"I hope." I replied and she put a hand on my shoulder.
As I turned my head she sighed. "I wish they had given us more time." She said and went to open the door.
The four members of the investigation team walked in. I identified them as Mark, Rebecca, Martha, and Stewart.
"Welcome, Mark." I said and held out my hand. If anyone asked, I'd say I was greeting him because he was the leader. In truth, I didn't like the look he had given Samara.
He shook my hand and said nothing else except to introduce the team. Rebecca was wearing a t-shirt of a popular band and a suspicious expression directed at me. This expression was repeated on Martha's face. Though Rebecca's younger sister had a bit of pity mixed in.
Stewart was the only one with a nonchalant expression. I could see him becoming an Elemental one day. If not an Elemental, someone that served one directly.
"We're happy to help you." He said since Mark was double checking the safety of the house.
One thing was sure about them, just from my brief introduction to them, they didn't trust me. The only reassurance I had was Samara standing beside me.
* * *
Each drop of water was picked up by my ears and I could tell which ones hit Samara's body. A human would be forced to rush in and surround herself into her. By the non-erotic sounds that came out of Samara's mouth, I could tell that she was disappointed. In the human part of my mind, I was angry for not joining her.
"You're jealous." Samara finally said from inside the shower.
"I can't be jealous." I replied. "Besides, your faithfulness to me is all but assured."
"Then you're angry that Mark seems to think he is better for me than you."
I thought about that for a moment. "Yes, that would be correct."
"What about the others?" She asked and I could tell, by her movements, that she was trying to get me inside.
"Rebecca should've stuck with her singing career. She has the looks for it." I replied.
Samara laughed. "Her younger sister was the one to get her into Karma."
Yes, Martha. The files I had been given showed her to be a very good soldier. Rebecca was the only family member that knew she was alive now.
"Martha and Stewart are the only ones I'd trust." I finally said. "But Stewart follows Mark and Martha follows Rebecca. Both who don't trust me."
Sam got out of the shower and started to dry off with a towel. "Thanks for protecting me." She said and threw a smile at me.
"It's the least I could do." I said and guided Samara downstairs.
Once we neared the kitchen I could hear the team talking. Mark had finished saying something and the others laughed. From their laughter it must've been a good joke. Once Mark caught my eye he nodded at me.
I could tell he was trying to hide his hate, but it wasn't working. Not for me at least.
"You want something to eat?" Martha asked and I smiled.
"Just coffee." I replied and she started to go to the coffee maker.
"Don't, it's not good for her systems." Samara replied. Once she entered Mark's sights I could see blood rush to a certain part of his body. I thought briefly about kicking that body part.
"Machines don't need to eat or drink, Martha, it's what makes them dangerous." Mark reprimanded Martha.
"It's good to treat it like a team member." Stewart replied. "M-4s have human minds as well as AI. For all purposes, it is still a thinking creature like humans."
Mark replied with a nod that was as emotionless as steel.
Samara walked behind me to go to the kitchen. She had walked close enough behind me to alert all of my sensors. Rebecca just looked at me. She had been silent the entire time.
"Have you found anything?" I asked. Trying to keep civil.
"Yes," Mark replied. "There is an M-1 in a police station close by. We should steal it."
"What do you think, my love?" I asked Samara.
Sam paused as she realized I was just trying to anger Mark. "It sounds like the best option at this point."
"You know why we're doing this?" Rebecca finally asked.
"Of course," I replied. "I wasn't made yesterday. An M-1 would help us spy on Playful Ballet easier. And you humans need all the help you can get."
Samara didn't react to my last sentence. She knew I was attacking in the only way that wouldn't leave a physical mark.
* * *
"I'm going with Samara." Mark told the group again. I was growing tired of him trying to get into my girlfriend's pants. Sam was the reason I was still sane and I wouldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
"If you hadn't missed the memo, Mark, you'd know that Sam and I work as a team." I replied. I had replied in that manner for the better part of an hour. Samara was pretending not to hear the argument.
I wouldn't have been so calm about her reaction if I didn't known the reason. She wanted to keep the peace. That meant not slapping the shit out of Mark for his current argument. At least I hoped so.
"You're not Nazilla. You only think you are." Rebecca said and Martha sighed. She had been doing that a lot since the argument began.
"Okay, anyone want my opinion?" Samara finally asked angrily. There was complete silence in the room. "Naz, why don't you focus on your task of being the distraction? You don't need me for that."
I nodded. "That is a reasonable explanation." Though my human mind threatened to overpower me at agreeing with Mark.
* * *
I ran to the front of Hurnia Police Station. The rain helped tighten my clothing against my body. I used to cherish this feelings, but now I didn't care. Looks were given my way as I pounded the front counter.
"Help me." I cried. "Someone just killed..."
As the man's eyes looked at my hardened nipples I knew he wouldn't be much trouble. As my story grew I knew his attention on my story lessened. All men aren't hormonal but I could tell this one hadn't had sex in a long time. With his looks, those who liked men would usually come swarming to him.
Since I could tell that, I had my advances be in that area. As time went on I started asking about him. I found I didn't care at all. It wasn't even just because I had bigger problems. The old Nazilla would've cared and felt guilty. I just played my part and didn't care about such morals.
I heard the signal in my head and looked at the man. I went behind the counter and kissed him deeply. Pressing my body against him. It was the least I could do for him. After that I left.
I was unafraid about the cameras capturing me since they had been dealt with. As for the others in the police station? They thought I was a whore, or something similar, and so wouldn't give a damn about me.
* * *
We were back at Samara's house. I only lived there, but I belonged there more than Mark did. Which was why his elbow was a few inches deep into the wall now. I stood over him and was only concerned with making sure that he didn't make any movements that would threaten me.
There was silence that had begun when I had thrown Mark away from Samara. Wasn't it enough that I had allowed him to go with her to steal the M-1? Wasn't it enough that I allowed his presence to mess up my security over this house? Obviously not.
Stewart was the calm one. I swore he had some Machine in his blood. All the others reacted normally.
"Metal bitch!" Mark yelled and tried to get up. I stopped him.
"Nazilla, he was only trying to make sure Samara was okay." Martha said.
"I scanned her," I replied. "She is fine."
And all of them were fine. The others had only encountered minor gunfire. Samara had assured me that it was highly unlikely that they had been identified.
"You might need to get your systems dealing with emotions looked over." Stewart said. The first words he had spoken since he had gotten back. "Though they do seem to be very human ones."
I looked down at Mark and helped him up. I could tell that we were connected in that one moment. We both didn't want to be near each other. I walked him over to the bathroom so he could use the first aid kit there.
"You're out of control." Mark finally said as he started repairing himself.
"You were overstepping your bounds. You were going after my girlfriend." I replied.
"And why shouldn't I? You're an M-4, a Machine. You don't deserve her."
"Neither do you."
"But at least I'm human. At least my emotional systems don't need checking like yours." Mark said and left since he was done.
He had been angry and his judgment had been clouded. But was he right?
A few hours afterwards and I was with Samara in bed. I was remaining emotionless on the outside while my Machine and human minds were conflicted on the inside.
"Mark told you something, didn't he?" She asked.
"Yes." I said and touched her naked breast with my hand. "Do you think we should be together? I'm a Machine and you're human. The only thing holding us together is nostalgia."
Samara touched the top of my hand and I squeezed. "I don't care." She whispered in my ear. After that she remembered only pleasure while the majority of my mind was focused on what Mark had told me.
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The Dark Knight Rises Official TV Spot 2
"My wife?" and "Who are you pretending to be?" are the two best parts of this TV Spot!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
S&N: Being New 6
We were back at Samara's house. I only lived there, but I belonged there more than Mark did. Which was why his elbow was a few inches deep into the wall now. I stood over him and was only concerned with making sure that he didn't make any movements that would threaten me.
There was silence that had begun when I had thrown Mark away from Samara. Wasn't it enough that I had allowed him to go with her to steal the M-1? Wasn't it enough that I allowed his presence to mess up my security over this house? Obviously not.
Stewart was the calm one. I swore he had some Machine in his blood. All the others reacted normally.
"Metal bitch!" Mark yelled and tried to get up. I stopped him.
"Nazilla, he was only trying to make sure Samara was okay." Martha said.
"I scanned her," I replied. "She is fine."
And all of them were fine. The others had only encountered minor gunfire. Samara had assured me that it was highly unlikely that they had been identified.
"You might need to get your systems dealing with emotions looked over." Stewart said. The first words he had spoken since he had gotten back. "Though they do seem to be very human ones."
I looked down at Mark and helped him up. I could tell that we were connected in that one moment. We both didn't want to be near each other. I walked him over to the bathroom so he could use the first aid kit there.
"You're out of control." Mark finally said as he started repairing himself.
"You were overstepping your bounds. You were going after my girlfriend." I replied.
"And why shouldn't I? You're an M-4, a Machine. You don't deserve her."
"Neither do you."
"But at least I'm human. At least my emotional systems don't need checking like yours." Mark said and left since he was done.
He had been angry and his judgment had been clouded. But was he right?
A few hours afterwards and I was with Samara in bed. I was remaining emotionless on the outside while my Machine and human minds were conflicted on the inside.
"Mark told you something, didn't he?" She asked.
"Yes." I said and touched her naked breast with my hand. "Do you think we should be together? I'm a Machine and you're human. The only thing holding us together is nostalgia."
Samara touched the top of my hand and I squeezed. "I don't care." She whispered in my ear. After that she remembered only pleasure while the majority of my mind was focused on what Mark had told me.
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S&N Blog aka Karma HQ
-THIS SERIES IS NOW ON HIATUS!-
There was silence that had begun when I had thrown Mark away from Samara. Wasn't it enough that I had allowed him to go with her to steal the M-1? Wasn't it enough that I allowed his presence to mess up my security over this house? Obviously not.
Stewart was the calm one. I swore he had some Machine in his blood. All the others reacted normally.
"Metal bitch!" Mark yelled and tried to get up. I stopped him.
"Nazilla, he was only trying to make sure Samara was okay." Martha said.
"I scanned her," I replied. "She is fine."
And all of them were fine. The others had only encountered minor gunfire. Samara had assured me that it was highly unlikely that they had been identified.
"You might need to get your systems dealing with emotions looked over." Stewart said. The first words he had spoken since he had gotten back. "Though they do seem to be very human ones."
I looked down at Mark and helped him up. I could tell that we were connected in that one moment. We both didn't want to be near each other. I walked him over to the bathroom so he could use the first aid kit there.
"You're out of control." Mark finally said as he started repairing himself.
"You were overstepping your bounds. You were going after my girlfriend." I replied.
"And why shouldn't I? You're an M-4, a Machine. You don't deserve her."
"Neither do you."
"But at least I'm human. At least my emotional systems don't need checking like yours." Mark said and left since he was done.
He had been angry and his judgment had been clouded. But was he right?
A few hours afterwards and I was with Samara in bed. I was remaining emotionless on the outside while my Machine and human minds were conflicted on the inside.
"Mark told you something, didn't he?" She asked.
"Yes." I said and touched her naked breast with my hand. "Do you think we should be together? I'm a Machine and you're human. The only thing holding us together is nostalgia."
Samara touched the top of my hand and I squeezed. "I don't care." She whispered in my ear. After that she remembered only pleasure while the majority of my mind was focused on what Mark had told me.
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-THIS SERIES IS NOW ON HIATUS!-
Let's Play Silent Hill: Shattered Memories (Part 17 & 18)
I attempt to get through the second half of the second nightmare level.
S&N Promo (Lost in Paradise) Commentary
I talk about Silent Hill: Shattered Memories, do a commentary on the latest S&N Promo, and get a little political.
Camerah (Sweet Surrender)
Series: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairing: Sarah Connor and Cameron
Type: Non-Canon
Plot:Sarah Connor reflects on her relationship with Cameron. She also thinks about her life before Kyle Reese and how loving Cameron is making the others angry with her.
Pairing: Sarah Connor and Cameron
Type: Non-Canon
Plot:Sarah Connor reflects on her relationship with Cameron. She also thinks about her life before Kyle Reese and how loving Cameron is making the others angry with her.
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Dark Shadows (Before and Then)
This is a good video for those (like me) that don't know that much about the previous incarnations of Dark Shadows. It also explains why people are pissed off about the 2012 version.
Terminator 3 (Part 3) Commentary Parts 1 & 2
I talk about gay rights and then head into this commentary.
Monday, May 21, 2012
S&N: Being New 5
"I'm going with Samara." Mark told the group again. I was growing tired of him trying to get into my girlfriend's pants. Sam was the reason I was still sane and I wouldn't let her go. Not now. Not ever.
"If you hadn't missed the memo, Mark, you'd know that Sam and I work as a team." I replied. I had replied in that manner for the better part of an hour. Samara was pretending not to hear the argument.
I wouldn't have been so calm about her reaction if I didn't known the reason. She wanted to keep the peace. That meant not slapping the shit out of Mark for his current argument. At least I hoped so.
"You're not Nazilla. You only think you are." Rebecca said and Martha sighed. She had been doing that a lot since the argument began.
"Okay, anyone want my opinion?" Samara finally asked angrily. There was complete silence in the room. "Naz, why don't you focus on your task of being the distraction? You don't need me for that."
I nodded. "That is a reasonable explanation." Though my human mind threatened to overpower me at agreeing with Mark.
* * *
I ran to the front of Hurnia Police Station. The rain helped tighten my clothing against my body. I used to cherish this feelings, but now I didn't care. Looks were given my way as I pounded the front counter.
"Help me." I cried. "Someone just killed..."
As the man's eyes looked at my hardened nipples I knew he wouldn't be much trouble. As my story grew I knew his attention on my story lessened. All men aren't hormonal but I could tell this one hadn't had sex in a long time. With his looks, those who liked men would usually come swarming to him.
Since I could tell that, I had my advances be in that area. As time went on I started asking about him. I found I didn't care at all. It wasn't even just because I had bigger problems. The old Nazilla would've cared and felt guilty. I just played my part and didn't care about such morals.
I heard the signal in my head and looked at the man. I went behind the counter and kissed him deeply. Pressing my body against him. It was the least I could do for him. After that I left.
I was unafraid about the cameras capturing me since they had been dealt with. As for the others in the police station? They thought I was a whore, or something similar, and so wouldn't give a damn about me.
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S&N Blog aka Karma HQ
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S&N Paper aka War for the World
"If you hadn't missed the memo, Mark, you'd know that Sam and I work as a team." I replied. I had replied in that manner for the better part of an hour. Samara was pretending not to hear the argument.
I wouldn't have been so calm about her reaction if I didn't known the reason. She wanted to keep the peace. That meant not slapping the shit out of Mark for his current argument. At least I hoped so.
"You're not Nazilla. You only think you are." Rebecca said and Martha sighed. She had been doing that a lot since the argument began.
"Okay, anyone want my opinion?" Samara finally asked angrily. There was complete silence in the room. "Naz, why don't you focus on your task of being the distraction? You don't need me for that."
I nodded. "That is a reasonable explanation." Though my human mind threatened to overpower me at agreeing with Mark.
* * *
I ran to the front of Hurnia Police Station. The rain helped tighten my clothing against my body. I used to cherish this feelings, but now I didn't care. Looks were given my way as I pounded the front counter.
"Help me." I cried. "Someone just killed..."
As the man's eyes looked at my hardened nipples I knew he wouldn't be much trouble. As my story grew I knew his attention on my story lessened. All men aren't hormonal but I could tell this one hadn't had sex in a long time. With his looks, those who liked men would usually come swarming to him.
Since I could tell that, I had my advances be in that area. As time went on I started asking about him. I found I didn't care at all. It wasn't even just because I had bigger problems. The old Nazilla would've cared and felt guilty. I just played my part and didn't care about such morals.
I heard the signal in my head and looked at the man. I went behind the counter and kissed him deeply. Pressing my body against him. It was the least I could do for him. After that I left.
I was unafraid about the cameras capturing me since they had been dealt with. As for the others in the police station? They thought I was a whore, or something similar, and so wouldn't give a damn about me.
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S&N Blog aka Karma HQ
AND
S&N Paper aka War for the World
Box Office Sunday (May 20, 2012)
If only this Box Office Sunday wasn't so hectic. Battleship is in the top 3? WTF?!
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Derek Reese (45)
Series: Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles
Pairings (all with Derek Reese): Allison Young (unconfirmed), Cameron (Non-Canon), and Jesse Flores (Canon)
Color Coding: Rotating Colors = How Derek Wishes the World Was, Sepia = His Past
Plot: Derek Reese realizes that he's attracted to Cameron because she wears the skin of Allison Young. He also recognizes that he is only with Jesse Flores to bring back lost happiness. At the end he tells Cameron his feelings.
Pairings (all with Derek Reese): Allison Young (unconfirmed), Cameron (Non-Canon), and Jesse Flores (Canon)
Color Coding: Rotating Colors = How Derek Wishes the World Was, Sepia = His Past
Plot: Derek Reese realizes that he's attracted to Cameron because she wears the skin of Allison Young. He also recognizes that he is only with Jesse Flores to bring back lost happiness. At the end he tells Cameron his feelings.
Friday, May 18, 2012
TSCC Review Announcement
I talk about my future TSCC Review Series, a vacation, and a new site I'm on.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Terminator 3 (Part 4)
I talk about three characters that have changed since the events of Terminator 2: Judgment Day.
Terminator 3 (Part 2) Commentary
Also known as: why you shouldn't film while drunk! I talk about my Terminator 3 (Part 2) video, Nick Stahl, and Bristol Palin.
S&N: Being New 4
Each drop of water was picked up by my ears and I could tell which ones hit Samara's body. A human would be forced to rush in and surround herself into her. By the non-erotic sounds that came out of Samara's mouth, I could tell that she was disappointed. In the human part of my mind, I was angry for not joining her.
"You're jealous." Samara finally said from inside the shower.
"I can't be jealous." I replied. "Besides, your faithfulness to me is all but assured."
"Then you're angry that Mark seems to think he is better for me than you."
I thought about that for a moment. "Yes, that would be correct."
"What about the others?" She asked and I could tell, by her movements, that she was trying to get me inside.
"Rebecca should've stuck with her singing career. She has the looks for it." I replied.
Samara laughed. "Her younger sister was the one to get her into Karma."
Yes, Martha. The files I had been given showed her to be a very good soldier. Rebecca was the only family member that knew she was alive now.
"Martha and Stewart are the only ones I'd trust." I finally said. "But Stewart follows Mark and Martha follows Rebecca. Both who don't trust me."
Sam got out of the shower and started to dry off with a towel. "Thanks for protecting me." She said and threw a smile at me.
"It's the least I could do." I said and guided Samara downstairs.
Once we neared the kitchen I could hear the team talking. Mark had finished saying something and the others laughed. From their laughter it must've been a good joke. Once Mark caught my eye he nodded at me.
I could tell he was trying to hide his hate, but it wasn't working. Not for me at least.
"You want something to eat?" Martha asked and I smiled.
"Just coffee." I replied and she started to go to the coffee maker.
"Don't, it's not good for her systems." Samara replied. Once she entered Mark's sights I could see blood rush to a certain part of his body. I thought briefly about kicking that body part.
"Machines don't need to eat or drink, Martha, it's what makes them dangerous." Mark reprimanded Martha.
"It's good to treat it like a team member." Stewart replied. "M-4s have human minds as well as AI. For all purposes, it is still a thinking creature like humans."
Mark replied with a nod that was as emotionless as steel.
Samara walked behind me to go to the kitchen. She had walked close enough behind me to alert all of my sensors. Rebecca just looked at me. She had been silent the entire time.
"Have you found anything?" I asked. Trying to keep civil.
"Yes," Mark replied. "There is an M-1 in a police station close by. We should steal it."
"What do you think, my love?" I asked Samara.
Sam paused as she realized I was just trying to anger Mark. "It sounds like the best option at this point."
"You know why we're doing this?" Rebecca finally asked.
"Of course," I replied. "I wasn't made yesterday. An M-1 would help us spy on Playful Ballet easier. And you humans need all the help you can get."
Samara didn't react to my last sentence. She knew I was attacking in the only way that wouldn't leave a physical mark.
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S&N Blog aka Karma HQ
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S&N Paper aka War for the World
"You're jealous." Samara finally said from inside the shower.
"I can't be jealous." I replied. "Besides, your faithfulness to me is all but assured."
"Then you're angry that Mark seems to think he is better for me than you."
I thought about that for a moment. "Yes, that would be correct."
"What about the others?" She asked and I could tell, by her movements, that she was trying to get me inside.
"Rebecca should've stuck with her singing career. She has the looks for it." I replied.
Samara laughed. "Her younger sister was the one to get her into Karma."
Yes, Martha. The files I had been given showed her to be a very good soldier. Rebecca was the only family member that knew she was alive now.
"Martha and Stewart are the only ones I'd trust." I finally said. "But Stewart follows Mark and Martha follows Rebecca. Both who don't trust me."
Sam got out of the shower and started to dry off with a towel. "Thanks for protecting me." She said and threw a smile at me.
"It's the least I could do." I said and guided Samara downstairs.
Once we neared the kitchen I could hear the team talking. Mark had finished saying something and the others laughed. From their laughter it must've been a good joke. Once Mark caught my eye he nodded at me.
I could tell he was trying to hide his hate, but it wasn't working. Not for me at least.
"You want something to eat?" Martha asked and I smiled.
"Just coffee." I replied and she started to go to the coffee maker.
"Don't, it's not good for her systems." Samara replied. Once she entered Mark's sights I could see blood rush to a certain part of his body. I thought briefly about kicking that body part.
"Machines don't need to eat or drink, Martha, it's what makes them dangerous." Mark reprimanded Martha.
"It's good to treat it like a team member." Stewart replied. "M-4s have human minds as well as AI. For all purposes, it is still a thinking creature like humans."
Mark replied with a nod that was as emotionless as steel.
Samara walked behind me to go to the kitchen. She had walked close enough behind me to alert all of my sensors. Rebecca just looked at me. She had been silent the entire time.
"Have you found anything?" I asked. Trying to keep civil.
"Yes," Mark replied. "There is an M-1 in a police station close by. We should steal it."
"What do you think, my love?" I asked Samara.
Sam paused as she realized I was just trying to anger Mark. "It sounds like the best option at this point."
"You know why we're doing this?" Rebecca finally asked.
"Of course," I replied. "I wasn't made yesterday. An M-1 would help us spy on Playful Ballet easier. And you humans need all the help you can get."
Samara didn't react to my last sentence. She knew I was attacking in the only way that wouldn't leave a physical mark.
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S&N Blog aka Karma HQ
AND
S&N Paper aka War for the World
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Tom's Fate (Falling Skies)
Cliffhanger at the end of the Season 1 Finale will be answered! Who else can't wait for June 17th?
Monday, May 14, 2012
Let's Play Silent Hill: Shattered Memories (Part 13)
This is where I realize what I've been doing wrong for the past three parts.
Let's Play Silent Hill: Shattered Memories (Parts 10-12)
My long awaited return to the town of Silent Hill has finally happened!
Alert: George W. Bush Guilty of War Crimes
I'm posting this merely to bring attention to it. It doesn't surprise me, though.
The Avengers (2012)
Title: The Avengers
Series: The Avengers
Type: Crossover (big time!)
Director: Joss Whedon (is our god!)
Starring: Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johansson
Rated: PG-13
Released: 2012
Personal Rating: 5/5
Oscars: N/A
Basic Plot: Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. brings together a team of super humans to form The Avengers to help save the Earth from Loki and his army.
Team Work Matters
Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer had a team work message. Well, right up until the final fight. The Avengers, however, keeps the whole team work message going all the way through. At first all The Avengers don't work well with each other (excluding Iron Man and the Hulk's bromance) and so have to learn quickly or else the Earth is destroyed. While it comes down to Iron Man saving the day, he couldn't have done it if the team didn't function as a whole.
Loki is Awesome
Heroes are great, but without a villain they are useless. Loki is a great villain. He is sure of himself and thinks everyone else is below him (he learned a little lesson when talking down to the Hulk, though). I can't deny I'm biased because I'm a fan of the Norse God Loki.
The 3D
While I've heard that the 3D for this movie is the post-production variety, it ain't half bad. I hate 3D but didn't mind it this time. Though if you're on a budget, I don't think missing the 3D will harm the experience.
Final Thoughts
This left me very happy (though I found out I missed the final end credit scene, as I thought the one with Thantos was it). The acting was superb and any faults were easily pushed to the back of my mind. There is eye candy for those that like girls and guys (the slight up and down motion of Johansson's twins). The effects help add to the story instead of taking away from it. I like that the threat was real and it was dealt with while paving the way for a bigger threat. All in all, you can't miss this Summer Movie.
Series: The Avengers
Type: Crossover (big time!)
Director: Joss Whedon (is our god!)
Starring: Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans, and Scarlett Johansson
Rated: PG-13
Released: 2012
Personal Rating: 5/5
Oscars: N/A
Basic Plot: Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. brings together a team of super humans to form The Avengers to help save the Earth from Loki and his army.
Team Work Matters
Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer had a team work message. Well, right up until the final fight. The Avengers, however, keeps the whole team work message going all the way through. At first all The Avengers don't work well with each other (excluding Iron Man and the Hulk's bromance) and so have to learn quickly or else the Earth is destroyed. While it comes down to Iron Man saving the day, he couldn't have done it if the team didn't function as a whole.
Loki is Awesome
Heroes are great, but without a villain they are useless. Loki is a great villain. He is sure of himself and thinks everyone else is below him (he learned a little lesson when talking down to the Hulk, though). I can't deny I'm biased because I'm a fan of the Norse God Loki.
The 3D
While I've heard that the 3D for this movie is the post-production variety, it ain't half bad. I hate 3D but didn't mind it this time. Though if you're on a budget, I don't think missing the 3D will harm the experience.
Final Thoughts
This left me very happy (though I found out I missed the final end credit scene, as I thought the one with Thantos was it). The acting was superb and any faults were easily pushed to the back of my mind. There is eye candy for those that like girls and guys (the slight up and down motion of Johansson's twins). The effects help add to the story instead of taking away from it. I like that the threat was real and it was dealt with while paving the way for a bigger threat. All in all, you can't miss this Summer Movie.
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