World War Metal 1 by Jack Quaid

Author:Jack Quaid [Quaid, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Electric Mayhem
Published: 2019-11-25T22:00:00+00:00

Twenty-One

Shelby looked over her shoulder and back at Knox. “You can’t be serious.”

“Look into my eye,” he said as he pointed to his good one. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“I really don’t know you all that well,” Shelby said as she turned back to the android.

They were in the parking lot of a Macy’s somewhere between Salt Lake City and Cheyenne. It was late in the afternoon and apart from a few scattered cars, Shelby, and Knox, the parking lot was empty. Except for the android. Knox had chained him to a pre-auto Ford and his resemblance to Dr. Phil from the hit TV show Dr. Phil was uncanny. The same ugly suit, the same moustache and same southern drawl. He was a mental health droid and his presence in the middle American mall wasn’t uncommon. His type roamed around malls everywhere and for a fee, gave life advice to those who had the time to listen in between their shopping. His advice generally consisted of tacky quotes from his hit TV show.

“We’re not going to make it to New York unless you can learn to take out one of these things on your own,” Knox said.

On the table were the weapons Shelby was meant to use. A frying pan, a pool cue and a rock. All of them traditionally useless against androids.

“We’re not going to get to New York with weapons like these.”

“Sometimes weapons like these are all you’re going to have. Now stop whinging and get in there,” Knox said as he unchained the Dr. Phil droid from the Ford.

Shelby picked up the pool cue and circled the machine.

The Dr. Phil droid gave her a warm and welcoming smile. “What can I do for yer, little lady?”

He moved in short glittery steps and seemed to be disorientated. Something had gone wrong with his programming. It was like he had robot Tourette’s Syndrome.

“You’re fat,” Dr. Phil yelled. “Don’t sugar coat it because you’ll eat that as well.”

Shelby shifted her weight to her back foot and smiled. “Excuse me?”

“My Dad used to tell me, ‘Boy, don’t ever miss a good chance to shut up.’”

“I was about to say the same thing,” Shelby said.

Knox leaned on his hog. “It’s not a toy,” he said. “Kill it. You won’t get any help from me.”

“My pleasure.” Shelby sprinted as fast as she could toward Dr. Phil. She ran past him to the Ford. Put one foot on the bumper, another on the hood and launched herself into the air. When she had enough height, she spun and swung the pool cue into the base of Dr. Phil’s skull, snapping it to pieces. She hit the ground and dropped to one knee. Pretty pleased with herself, Shelby looked to Knox and smiled.

Knox pointed behind her. Dr. Phil rose to his feet. Shelby drew a breath, stood and dusted off her hands.

“We must have open conversation about this,” Dr. Phil said. He picked up the frying pan and took a couple of random swipes in Shelby’s direction.

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