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Lady Sun Water
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>This is spoopy GET BACK THERE AND FIND OUT WHAT'S GOING ON
I don't understand what just happened and it's scaring me! I have to know.
"You look like you just saw a ghost."
"More like a goost." I drop my phone on the table. "I think it just figured out phones."
"You think?"
"They didn't say anything and hung up when I gave the talk command. Uh, who phoned you?"
The shop girl shrugs. "Wrong number or something. Didn't say a thing."
>...I wonder if the nanomachines don't like being ordered around anymore.
Oh great, you mean it might not just be trying to eat me because I accidentally told it to, it might now be actively malicious?
>You're going to have to reclaim your house eventually. I suspect that if the nanogoo can learn how to use a phone they can learn how to use the thermostat, so you can't just wait for them to freeze. Time to armor up. Look around the shop for things like full face-masks and gloves. Also, if you can find cans of compressed air you could tell the nanogoo to eat them, causing the gas to be released violently inside the nanogoo AND a sharp drop in temperature.
"I'm going to have to buy more stuff." I venture. "If it can use a phone, it probably figure out the thermostat. Need to confront it if I'm ever going to get my house back. Let me think. Going to need protective gear to avoid touching the stuff and maybe stuff like compressed air? If I can get it to eat that, it, it might explode when punctured?"
"Didn't you just say it's a nude bomb as well? You'll need more help than that."
>Invite shopgirl back to your place
"Well, if you're offering?"
"Ya just want to see me naked, don't you?"
"Maaaaybe."
>And then stick your dick in her
There's a lot of ifs in the way!
"I gueeeeess it's in my best interests to make sure grey goo doesn't eat my workplace. Going to get in a lot of trouble if I'm caught off playing hooky." She glances at the door. The snow's getting heavier. She shrugs. "Doubt anyone's coming out in this weather though. OK. We'll grab the kit you want, then I'll close up shop."
We start a pattern of she grabs the stuff from the aisle and I sort through it at the counter to see what's going to be sturdy enough and try stuff on to get the fit right for me. Overalls, work gloves, face masks, googles, swimming caps, hairnets, beanies and some cans of compressed air so far.
>You must investigate your house-turned-goo-lair! Shopgirl, you have been recruited for this adventure too, so come along! ...I say, we never did ask your name.
"Well, thanks for coming into the goodra's lair with me, uh... say, I never did ask your name?"
"Haha!" A cry of triumph. She comes back out of one aisle with an axe and a worrying grin.
"Is that safe?"
"It's an axe. It's for chopping things up. It's inherently unsafe."
"I mean, do you know how to use an axe?"
"Runner up in last year's citywide amateur boxing tournament."
That... doesn't answer the question.
The front door jingles
"We're closed." shopkeep calls out.
I hear humming. At the door there's a short, round figure, bulky from winter clothes. Heh, they must be feeling the cold too. Looks like they just threw every stitch of warm clothing they had on.
Wait.
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