Jack, Jones and Hazel: The stuff I wrote for fun.
“I can’t help but wonder if we are too reliant on technology,” said Jones. The half human half robot cyborg sat in a rolling chair at a desk, clicking the mouse on a PC.
Behind him, a man wearing a white t shirt and wrinkled khakis. The shirt had a picture of a half naked anime girl on it, her huge tits on display for anyone who dared look at his chest for more than a second.
“You know, its sort of weird to hear you say that, considering you're a cyborg,” Jack said.
“I say that because i’m a cyborg,” Jones objected, standing up and stepping back, giving room to the man to sit down. “Besides, when you have exploited technology as much as I have, you tend to see it more as a vulnerability than an asset.”
The man in the anime t shirt sat down and began rubbing his crotch. He moved the mouse to a folder that Jones had created and opened it up. An enormous spread of an animated girl spreading her legs filled the screen. “Well I think technology is great! After all, where would we get all this porn? The store? God! Imagine that!”
“I feel like its not as big of a deal as you're making it out to be, at least for you,” Jones said, raising an eyebrow. That man is the type to walk into a store, purchase some porn and ask for recommendations from the cashier.
“Well either way, thanks for the porn! Now get out so I can jack off!”
“You realize we are supposed to wait here for the boss right?”
The ruffling of khaki's could be heard, followed by a swift zipping. “Im whipping it out!”
Jones simply turned away. Just as he closed his eyes and turned off his auditory sensors, the door swung open.
“Alright boys! Are y-” Hazel stared at the two dumbfounded. Jack sat in the chair, in his hand he held a sword that she never wanted to see, though it was surprisingly large. Meanwhile Jones stood silent, his arms cross and his eyes closed.
Hazel, Jack and Jones: the important stuff.
Before anyone could even react to the blond, she shot across the room and swung her fist into the back of Jack’s neck, knocking him off the chair and into the floor. “Do you want to make the call or should I?” she said with a groan.
“I suppose its time,” Jones said with a smile.
