Thursday, May 18, 2006

A New Weapon

As I lay back, basking in the warm afterglow of an intimate moment with Sky, I told myself that this relationship with a robot was not wrong. How could something so wrong fell so right?

Then I thought of my daughter, the Scarlet Witch and her husband, the android named Vision. There's actually a rumor out there that the two of them had children. Twins who are now in the Young Avengers. My grandchildren. Now that's a scary thought.

And that loser son of mine has always been obsessed with that cold Inhuman Crystal. She always seemed very lifeless to me. Is there something about my genetic line that attracts us to robots?

I pushed all these strange thoughts out of my head and went to my work station of develop the plan that had been fermenting in my mind. Sky came up to me with some news.

Apparently she had some connection to a military base here in this time and there was some super-weapon she wanted that was there. Personally I'm a big fan of super-weapons. I let Sky lead me to the base.

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Guilt or No Guilt

I woke up this morning next to a terminator death machine sent back in time for some nefarious purpose. It doesn't remember that purpose but since it's a death machine, it must be nefarious, right?

As I rolled over and gazed at the machine, a beautiful blond sun-kissed woman stared back. The pangs of guilt and self-recrimination that I felt giving into carnal lust with a machine faded away. I tried to hold on to that humiliation but I just couldn't.

Our puritanical society has always preached guilt for those who attain pleasure with the aid of mechanical devices. The question is whether coupling with a Terminatrix is making love or indulging in self-gratification.

Looking at this perfect goddess, I just couldn't make myself feel guilty. Yes, I know she's artificial. But look at her! She's hot! Don't judge me! You know you would do the same.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Home Sweet Home


Blast it all! That school was mine! I almost had the most powerful army on the planet. I would have won if wasn't for those two over-enthusiatic dwarves. Wolverine and Son Gunk-O or whatever his name is. Bah.

I took the damaged Terminator to a nearby safe house that I maintain. Removing my battlesuit, I examined the slashes on my chest that Wolverine had left. How I despise that little hairy dog. Fortunately mutants heal quickly. Sky, the Terminatrix, also seemed to be repairing herself rather fast. She would periodically announce how long until she was functional again.

As I pondered my next move, I became aware that Sky was standing next to me. She was completely naked. I stared in surprise at her for a moment. Well, for several moments really.

"Dear, you can't follow me around looking like that," I finally said.

She looked confused. "Why not?"

"Well . . it's rather . . distracting."

Before my eyes she completely changed her form. One moment she was indistiquisable from a real human being, and the next she was a silvery metallic android.

Once we were ready to travel, I lead us to my forward command center about a mile away. I have used it to stage attacks on Xavier's school in the past. I activated the survelliance equipment to observe what was happening back at the academy.

Storm had taken command and Cyclops was running around in a pink dress. Ha! He's almost as big a loser as my son, Pietro. Wolverine had locked up all the students who had followed me. He was being rather harsh with them. Hmm, that could work to my advantage. Son Goober was gone back to wherever he came from. So were the New Avengers. Yes, there was an opportunity here.

As I worked to formulate my next steps, Sky kept hovering over me. Even though she now had on a bathing suit and was metallic, there was something still rather . . distracting . . about her. I gave her assignments to try and keep her occupied. Cleaning the center, cooking me a meal, cleaning the kitchen. I was surprised at how quickly this death machine turned domestic. There was something comforting about it. She was thorough and efficient. The movie 'Stepford Wives'
popped into my head.

After several hours of mapping out my strategy, I was exhausted and ready for some sleep. Sky was still locked to my side though. Hoping I would get some peace, I sent her on some trivial task, but she was back before I managed to fall asleep. And she was again hovering above me, staring at me.

"I cannot sleep with you standing over me," I told her impatiently.

"I will correct the situation," she responded.

"Thank you," I mumbled, rolling over onto my side away from her.

The next thing I knew she was crawling into bed next to me. I was so startled that I think I actually gasped.

"You are undergoing some trembling," she said.

"Er, well, your, um, metal body is a bit . . cold."

As I watched her body changed to flesh. Beautiful, tan flesh. And she grew long blond hair. Soft, golden blond. Her curvey body pressed up against mine. A little voice in the back of my head reminded me that she was just a machine. I ignored it.

Bah!

Bah!
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