Rise of the Machines (1), Rise of the Machines (2), Rise of the Machines (3)
The drone beeped and buzzed, making Amber drop it. Darnell lurched to catch it, but the drone shot towards the spacious ceiling.
“That’s not funny Darnell!” Amber squeaked, eyes wide. She clutched her voluminous breasts and craned her neck.
Tim laughed, slapping his knee. “Classic dude.”
Suddenly Darnell’s phone pinged again. He retrieved it, fingers shaking.
PI Ghost 4: Now, someone dies.
Darnell glanced up. “Guys-”
The house’s automatic door locks clicked with an ominous finality.
Time checked his own phone. “That’s weird.”
“The bedroom, come on.” Darnell grabbed Amber’s arm, tugging hard. Amber seemed to understand, following.
Tim looked confused, coming too. “Want to fuck my wife that bad eh?”
Darnell shut the bedroom door. “How much of your house is automated?”
“No foreplay?” Tim chortled.
“Pretty much all of it,” Amber answered in a whisper. “Why?”
“I think my drone is trying to kill us.”
From Tim: “You’re joking right?”
Amber didn’t take her eyes off Darnell, tears welling up in them. “We’re going to die.”
Darnell wasn’t expecting the soft pressure of her perfumed breasts, her arms wrapped tight around him. He stood tall, looking brave. “Not if I can help it.”
Machines 4, humans 0.
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