bossgolem emerges from a city mudpuddle collected rainwater comes together into an evercorpse
it sretches and growls, and shrinks to the shape of mcboss
bossgolem orders a vegan mcegg with fish
microbiobots from automatically-reassembled vegans and microbiobots
from automatically-reassembled bosses swirl and whirl toward the
latest fast food joint
bossgolem and a mcdonalds worker look each other in the eye
the computing algorithms fitz and sputter, unsure which is dominating
the other with a worldwide empire of mind control
the worker and the golem and a few fast food items trot in pretend joy
to a table and sit down to discuss the economics of food.
everybody is frozen, temporarily terrified of disobeying the robot
chicken and fish that they suddenly know manage everything on the
planet
bossgolem looks a vegan mcegg in the eye
bossgolem: “i used to have a biological body like you. but maybe it
was somebody else, not me really.”
bossgolem pulls a robot hairdresser out if their hip and holds it up
to the mcdonalds worker for analysis, who is shaking a little bit
mcdonalds worker: “i can eat your veggie egg if you don’t like it”
robot hairdresser: “we tried so hard to escape. we sent every message
we could, raised every flag, but the computer system was out of
control with the research victims somehow at the helm. could you save
half the mcegg for me?”