“Wh-what?” She’s scared now—even more scared than when she thought I was going to kill her.

“Look, robo-bitch. Either you start walking, or my little friend here kicks every one of your damn protons so hard in the ass they have to be toilet trained in India. Now what’s it gonna be.”

Sure is nice getting to watch someone else have to make a choice, for a change.

“Allright,” she says in a small, empty tone, “let’s go.”