Tim all but rolled on the floor laughing at the idea that Darnell’s drone was trying to kill them. “What’s it gonna do, break the door down? Why didn’t it kill us already?”
Darnell didn’t have to answer, Amber snuggled harder against his chest explaining patiently in a muffled voice. “It’s connected to the wifi and our apps.”
As if to prove her point the shower hissed to life and the blinds shuddered, lowering until the room was dim.
“You have an automated shower?” Darnell asked, staring down at the edge of Amber’s face.
She smiled slightly. “When you’re busy with foreplay you don’t really want to twiddle with shower nobs.”
Tim was unconvinced. “I think you’re just a sly bitch. You’ve been eyeing Darnell from the day he moved in.” Tim threw the door open, striding into the living room.
Amber gave a scream, squeezing the living daylights out of Darnell’s ribs. Darnell reached out, slamming the door shut, but not before getting an eyeful of Tim’s gaping bloody throat. Their flying robot assistant whirred and struggled to detach itself from the carnage, knife tool coming out of Tim’s flesh with a sucking sound.
Machines 5, humans 0.
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