Uncle-Daddy slammed his helicopter with it’s stolen Awake Extra-Dimensional Spin-Drive into the belly of the beast. He had to. Cunt-of-a-chip had mucked around with it’s settings which had resulted in some translocation errors.
Traveling companions can be such a pain in the ass.
WTF will happen now?
No one knows.
…. Well, that was then and this is now we know a bit… That there will be those who will be lining up to merge with the smart machine in the hope of becoming somebody special. Careful, though, not to move to far from the herd. Just be at the head of it.
Uncle-Daddy must master the new human/cyborg domain with the help of artificially intelligent Cunt-of-a-chip.
Can they be relied on to work as a seamless team, coordinating their every move like accomplished boot-scooters from the local CWA? Or will the 5G military grade microwave, active denial system be able to subvert their minds and circuits and turn them into media sock puppets?
Find out next time when;
UNCLE-DADDY AND CUNT-OF-A-CHIP MIGHT GO EVER SO SLIGHTLY MAD DUE TO FORCES BEYOND THE BLACKENED STUMP STUCK UNDER THE AMPLIFIED EMBARRASSMENT OF GREAT EXPECTATIONS .
Or not. I haven’t decided yet.
But now I have found the decision had been made for me. Times-lines can cross when you have the wrong tech.
If this is what Cunt-of-a-chip does with a portable linear accelerator wedged into someones butt what will it do when it gets to build it’s own?
Linear accelerator, that is. Although I wouldn’t put it past Cunt-of-a-chip to build a butt.