Never Trust a Car Who Says He Loves You

Toonrmicon Author: Robotech_Master Born in Kansas City, Kansas, Chris Meadows spent his formative years in Jonesboro, Arkansas, followed by the small-town environment of Cassville, Missouri, before moving to Springfield to attend Southwest Missouri State U... Read Bio

He said he loved me. He said he would always protect me. He would take good care of me.

I’m not sure why I believed him. I mean, it’s seriously weird when your car starts talking to you.

But he wasn’t really my car. He was a robot. He’d had my car stolen for a couple of days so he could have it turned into his new body. He said I was an enemy target and he was assigned to protect me. But in light of what happened, I think he just had a crush on me.

I finally got fed up with it. He was really starting to creep me out, and I told him so. Guess I should have waited ‘til I was out of the car. As I started to get out, the driver’s seat turned all…gooey, and oozed over me to cover my whole body. Everything went dark.

When I woke up, I was his gun. No, really. My body was all rigid, I could only look straight ahead, and I saw crosshairs over everything. He was sad I wanted to break it off, but he needed a new smart targeting system for his rifle anyway.

And don’t ask me what happened when he pulled the trigger.

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