My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Tell all ye faithful – Chapter 4
I didn’t listen to the voice, but he got rather annoying. I told him to shut up about a thousand times, but he never did.
“Hey Jenny!”
Finally, a familiar voice.
“Sheldon, I need your help.”
“What is it?”
“Can you get this anti-Christmas chip out of my head ASAP?”
“Sure, I just need to get my tool kit out of the shop room.”
“Great, let’s go!” I grabbed his hand and used my high-powered rollerskate feet to get me and Sheldon to the shop room.
“Go get it!” I said.
“Stay here.” He told me, then he walked inside the room.
I waited, and while I waited, he kept talking.
“What do you need Christmas for? It’s done nothing for you! You’re better off without it!”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! Get out of my head!”
“I got it, Jenny!” He said.
“Hurry up! Get it out!” I bent over so he could search through my head.
“There are so many chips, I don’t know which one it is.”
“Just try a few! I’m sure you’ll find it.”
“Okay…how ’bout this one.” He pulled something out.
“I can’t feel my legs!”
“Okay! Okay!” He put it back in. “Maybe this one.”
“Necesito la chipa poner en!”
“Spanish? That can’t be right.” He put it back in. “This one, I’m sure.” He pulled another out.
I looked up at him. “Who are you?”
“Oh great! Amnesia!” He put it back in. He closed his eyes. “This one.” He pulled one out.
“Ahh!” I magneticly flew up and was attached to the air vent. “Magnetic? This is so wrong!”
He jumped up to reach the back of my head, and then he put the chip back in, then I fell to the ground.
“Ow, my head.” I put my hand to my forehead.
“This is way too dangerous! I’ve tampered enough.” Sheldon put his tool kit away.
“But the voice!” I cried as he left.
“You don’t need Christmas.” the voice said.
I nearly cried. This is terrible.
***
“Jenny, you look upset? Christmas blues?” Brad asked me.
“No, quite the contrare. I’m having no-Christmas blues.” I answered
“How so?”
“Mom put this chip in my head, and now this little voice tells me that Christmas is evil.”
“Freaky.”
“That doesn’t even start to describe it.”
“This could count as cruel and unusual punishment.”
“She’s my mom, Brad. I can’t sue her.”
“Did you try taking the chip out?”
“Boy did I ever.”
“It didn’t work?”
“Not at all.”
“You know Jenny, I don’t know what made Wakeman hate Christmas. It’s a time of giving, peace on earth, goodwill toward all men, and family. Whatever it is, you gotta find out.”
“That’s crazy. She’ll never tell me.”
“If you don’t ask.”
***
I stomped right in, the voice screamed, ‘Christmas is evil! Don’t celebrate Christmas!’.
“Alright mom,” I stared her down, “I don’t know what made you hate Christmas, but this little chip isn’t changing my mind. I still love Christmas, and no matter what chip you put in me, I still will.”
“You’ll see it my way soon enough.” She said.
“No I won’t! I’ll never see it your way, ever! So just forget about it, Scrooge. Because, in my heart, I’ll still have Christmas spirit. That doesn’t die.”
She looked at me. “You’re a fool, XJ9.”
“GOD! What is with you mom? Why do you hate Christmas so much?”
“I’m your mother, you’ll do as I say.”
“Just tell me! What’s wrong with Christmas?!”
She stared at me. “Everything.”
I felt angry, upset, like ripping her throat out, mostly I felt disappointed. Disappointed that there was something I wanted, with good intention, and I could not have it.
“Deck the halls with boughs of holly!” We heard carolers singing. I knew Brad and Tuck were two of them.
“Fa la la la la la la la.”
“What’s that noise?” Mom asked me.
“Carolers singing Christmas carols.” I said.
She opened the window. “GET OFF MY LAWN!” She screamed.
“She’s right. There should be no Christmas.” The voice in my head said.
“SHUT UP!” I screamed to that voice, “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!”
Mom looked at me.
“Listen Ebenezer Wakeman, I got news for ya! Christmas is about putting away all our petty problems and being gracious giving humans with good intentions! It’s about celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ, our savior. It’s abou the holy virgin mother Mary, whom gave birth to that babe in a manger. If I can’t find Christmas joy here, I’ll find it somewhere else!”
I flew away into the night.
***
End of chap. 4. Feliz navidad!