brutality of android love

i was killing iruvata mobs in ms a few weeks ago on my cannoneer, and then came up with this:

Brutality of Android Love

Nakomara District, Chisana Nihon Borough, Kerning City
2091-184 (July 3rd, Summer 13th)
14:23

The city broiled under the Sun today, marking the 20th day of a heatwave and prolongued drought. Temperaturs soared up to over 100°F and hovered around 112°F, roughly below 45°C. In the vast urban megalopolis of over 50 million, the endless jungle of asphalt, steel, concrete and glass heated air temperatures beyond boiling point.

It was during the summer heatwaves the people had to stay indoors unless they frequented the greenspaces in town. Nakomara, like the rest of Chisana Nihon (Little Japan), had a vast underground network of shopping malls, community centers, offices, and even homes. Underground expansion was the new way to go, and the 60 year old Nakomara Underground world provided a cool shelter from the urban oven above.

The subway train slowed and lurched to a halt as it entered the station, passing underneath massive airblade vents that cast a barrier of frigid dry air, blocking out the hot air from outside. The train lurched to a halt and the doors opened. Passengers trickled out slowly.

“I can breathe again!” Amy exhaled after taking deep breaths of the crisp cool air. Her boyfriend Roy just inhaled deeply and sighed with satisfaction, as he wiped the sweat from his face with a cloth. The couple left the station and walked down the corridor into the mall, unaware they were being followed.

As soon as their bodies cooled, hunger kicked in, driving them to a cafe called ‘Little Hoshi’s.’ Little Hoshi’s, a popular fast food franchise known for its bubble tea and fries of all sorts. It was Amy’s favorite place to go; obviously, it was considered the Starbucks of the younger generation.
The restaurant was as colorful as it could get. Rainbow LED tubes lined the walls and ceilings, illuminating holographic ‘vintage’ anime portraits and models that covered the walls. The booths and metal tables and checkered floor helped give the place somewhat of a 1950’s look.

“What do you want?” Roy asked, leaning his long skateboard against the table.
“Uhh,” Amy thought for a second, “Strawberry-marijuana tea and apple fries,”
“Roger that,” Roy said as he got up.
“What are you getting?”
“Just green tea with shrimpies.”
“Eww,” Amy said, “Why not just get something fruity?”
Roy shrugged as he turned and headed to the counter.
Ten minutes later, he came back with the food; Amy got up and went to the bathroom.
Their follower entered after her.

Amy spashed cold water on her face a few times.

“Amy Rayon?”
She turned around and quickly stepped back. There she, or it was standing, staring at her.
Iruvata, the menacing android; one of thousands.
“What do you want, bot?” Amy snapped back, reaching for her trusty switchblade, but not drawing it.
Iruvata looked human. almost natural blue-green hair, fair skin (of a silicon-based material), piercing red eyes and a lean shaped body of an athletic human girl. The android was 5’6″, just three inches taller than Amy.

Amy was always infuriated that she felt less of an individual compared to these beautiful android women, with her short brown hair, green eyes, uneven facial complexion, and almost flat chest and large feet. She despised bot women, especially this one, who had made numerous attempts to take her boyfriend.

Iruvata cut straight to the point: “I want Roy,” in a light hearted kittycat voice.
“Fuck you, he’s mine, now get away from me or I’ll call the cops.”

“How dare you,” Iruvata said flatly, in her normal deep voice, “You are such a naughty girl, you need to be taught a lesson,’ then she chopped Amy accross the face with a stinging slap. The force of the hit knocked her to the floor.

Amy got up and quickly drew her switchblade, but the bot was quicker. Iruvata sprang forward and clamped her wrist, and crushed it, then violently threw Amy into the wall. Amy cried out in agony and reeled in pain, clutching her crushed wrist, but she struggled to her feet, and tried to kick the android away. Iruvata sprang back, then delivered a bone shattering kick to the girl’s leg, instantly ripping apart her kneecap and snapping her lower leg bone. Amy shrieked in pain before Iruvata clamped her hands on her throat, and pulled her up so she could stare her down eye level.

Tears streamed from Amy’s gaping eyes as she writhed in agony. Her eyes were also wide with chilling fear of what she knew this bot could and would do to her.

Iruvata leaned close and whispered in her ear in a calm, soothing like voice.
“Roy is mine now. I’m his girlfriend, not you. He needs a good woman, not a piece of seductive flesh that will merely pop out useless babies that you can’t care for. You want a boyfriend that badly, then go find yourself a bot boy, I hear they please young girls like you very well. You need to behave, girl, and stop calling us bots, it’s racist and wrong.”

Iruvata then noticed the blood trickling down Amy’s nose onto her arm. “I wonder what sexually transmitted pathogens you have in that blood of yours. Maybe Roy gave them to you. Maybe you gave them to him. You’re so hateful of us ‘bots’ and you’re so obsessed with him. Perhaps he’ll not love you as I can,”

Amy grunted in protest, but Iruvata pinned her with full weight against the wall, and planted a kiss on her lips. Amy struggled as the android’s tongue touched hers, and the fluids oozing from the android’s mouth swished and flowed into hers, loaded with nanites. Iruvata pressed downward against her throat, forcing her to swallow, then proceeded to move her free hand along the girl’s broken arm, where a road rash scab came loose and bled. Iruvata ripped off the scab, re-opening the gash from last week’s skateboard accident; and licked the wound.

“We can love too,” Irivata said, “alot better than you can. Stay away from my Roy!”

She then shot a jolt of high voltage electricity through Amy’s body, and she went limp, then the android slammed her head into the mirror, cracking it. She walked out of the washroom, leaving Amy unconciousness hanging by the head, bleeding in the sink.

With her hood over her head, Iruvata walked out of Little Hoshi’s and waited on a bench in the mall for Roy to come out, and she was ready to seduce him, with her spray system loaded with synthetic pherimones armed and ready.