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Topic Started: Apr 3 2018, 05:41 PM (95 Views)
Sammy 3.0

“Samantha, it’s time.”

Another dream. A twisted memory I do not recognize. I am a child no older than ten. I see through these eyes, these innocent eyes. Before me is a woman with long black hair. Her blue eyes are the one true defining feature upon a pained, aged face. Aged before her time, I’m led to believe.

It always happens the same. She comes to hug me. Her arms pull me in and for a second I swear I can feel her embrace. I would pause that moment for all time, if I could. I close my eyes and I am content.

Then everything goes blurry for a moment. There’s a strange sting. I think it must have been pain. The world starts to fade away and everything becomes black. Darkness surrounds me.

Did I die in a past life?

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We are surrounded by art. Beautiful deep dreams, torrid visions of humanity. The camera pans out to reveal Sammy 3.0 with her pet tanuki, named DOG, at her side. This is the Japanese countryside, home to farmers and people of the land. Over the course of a month and a half Sammy has claimed a stake here.

The booking payouts, the merchandise deals, and the journey Sammy would take during Spring Break weekend. All paid very well and allowed this simple android rent a small shack. Sammy wouldn’t need much room, being an android. Thus, she lives alone with DOG. Upon the walls, her art. Deep dream manipulations of her future opponents. The doors and windows are open which reveals martial arts style practice dummies upon a field of dead grass.

This is home. Outside the sun is setting which causes an array of orange lights to cascade against the simple wooden walls of her shack and highlight some of her more unique pieces of art.

“To a human home is a place of warmth and comfort. It is a retreat from the trials of society. To some, such as my agent Ricky Stanton, a large home is a symbol of success. To me, it is a place to make art. A place to train.”

Sammy reaches down and gently pets DOG upon his head. His ears turn upwards.

“Home. Welcome to my home. Here I keep my art, derived from my dreams. It is a simple home, is it not? A bed for my dog, walls to hang pictures upon, and a set of simple training dummies. When needed I also have a box of equipment, I suppose you’d call it my first aid kit. I own very little and I live very simple.”

Her movements are swan like. Fluid. Seeing Sammy move would challenge the senses. It is both natural and unnatural. By simply existing Sammy has broken all laws of reality yet, she is simple. She not a time lord that breaks barriers. At her core, Sammy is a woman in her natural habitat.

Beauty comes in many forms. This is beauty in simplicity, the kind of beauty that is easily understood but impossible to describe. An android and her dog on the brink of forever. Sammy sits on the brink of cult stardom and yet, she lives like a hermit.

It challenges all ideas of beauty and reality.

“Home is the natural habitat of humanity. They breed at home, feed at home, and eventually they die at home. I choose to live simple. Understand that this is a choice based upon survival. When I was released upon the world at large I did so with a perfect idea of survival. I was born with those instincts, although to describe them as such as incorrect. I have understanding and I act upon that understanding.”

The led lights that decorate Sammy’s white and black shell flicker softly. The android lifts her head and begins to move. She makes slow steps towards the open door of her shack. Once through the door Sammy pauses at her training dummies. The camera focuses in upon the dummies.

“Home is a place of training. Maybe I train because I am programmed to train. Maybe I train because I learn. There’s no logic behind what I do, but I know these dummies don’t fight back. No matter how much I train with these inanimate objects I will be no more prepared than if I did nothing. Something in my pushes to continue. Much like a human, I am subject to laws I do not understand fully.”

“Programs. Apps. Routines. All the same, all driving me towards an end goal I’m not even aware of. My creators are dead and I am stuck with memories of a life I never lived. Yet, I can differentiate myself from those memories. While I may be subject to memories past and laws that bind me, I believe I am an individual. Therefore, perhaps… Perhaps I train because I WANT TO.”

“PERHAPS I project your faces upon these dummies.”

A slender robotic hand traces the lips of the dummy. There is emotion in Sammy’s movement, despite her monotone robotic voice. It is almost perverted, until we’re greeted by the sight of Sammy ripping the head off of the dummy. One swift motion.

“Dummies don’t fight back. I can show you my strength but what does this display really do? What does it prove?”

The camera pans out slightly. Sammy is holding the dummy head as if she were in Macbeth.

“It doesn’t even really look human. It’s a poor replacement for a human training partner, but most humans avoid me. As simple to understand as I am, as I’ve pointed out, most humans still consider me an oddity. A strange creature. I am neither of these. I am Sammy. I am a wrestler. I am a DTW roster member.”

Sammy tosses the dummy head into the yard. She crosses her legs and sits like a Buddhist monk. DOG takes his place at her side. The blue LED lights that decorate her body grow brighter and stronger.

“Carnage Carnival. I have been waiting. If I had a heart it would be skipping beats. Moreso then when I fought a bear in Mexico. Moreso then when I debuted for DTW. Carnage Carnival, it’s a chance to claim something as my own. Not a title, not an accolade, but carnage itself. If I cannot be human, if I cannot feel, than perhaps I can become the personification of carnage.”

“So far I have moved with the understanding that I had to balance myself. I couldn’t allow myself to fall into a position of hate or desperation. It’s easy to say, but I spent years in a lab waiting for my chance to LIVE. So, I will make it my mission to become the personification of carnage itself. This event will be mine.”

“I have been booked against some of the greatest deathmatch talents in the world. Zombie, Joe Stanton, and so many more amazing names. These are men that have been fighting in bloody rings for most of their lives. These are men that I have to defeat. It comes down to a question of how much you’re willing to do to win. Now think about that and consider that I am a machine with no conscience.”

“Many of you hate me. Some of you just dislike me. Others may actually love me and wish I would give them the attention they desire. Put those feelings aside. Feel afraid. Feel threatened.”

Sammy stands to her feet and moves ever so softly towards the interior of her shack. She pauses every so often to glance at various wild flowers in her backyard. Sammy would reach down and pull a Sunflower from the yard. The wrestledroid continues walking towards her home. She places the sunflower on her dining table, in front of a framed lollipop which sits between a framed picture of Buster Keaton and a framed picture of Ricky Stanton.

“The time is nearly here. Open your eyes. Embrace the future. And on a personal note, my mind has already been expanded, Aoki. It was expanded years ago when I was created. If you want to invade my mind, go ahead and try. I’ll invade your personal space with more rotten meat.”

“Rotten meat seems to be the best weapon to use against your ilk.”

Sammy reaches forth and pushes a button on top of the video recorder. The last image we see is DOG attempting to climb up Sammy.

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"Samantha... Samantha..."

Darkness and pain surround me. I see nothing.

"Wake up, please!"

A male voice this time. He's weeping. I cannot see his face, but I hear the emotion in his voice. He is frantic.

"Samantha... No...."
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