“You are in a running zone! You must run!” The mechanical voice yells staticy words.
“I’m lost. The street entrance was blocked….Someone left gate open.” I realize I’m trying to hold conversation with a tape recorder with a brain.
“You are in a running zone! You must run!” It snaps back to life suddenly.
“I’m trying to get to the entrance. You piece of junk! Get me a human, damn it.” I start getting edgy. “Second rule, man will lead the machines. You must follow my requests!”
“You are in a running zone!” the static blurs the words “Are you second ruling me? You fallible clump of blubber! I’m a security unit. I could fry you where you stand, if my video failed…who would find out.”
“Just tell me where the damn front door can be accessed! Or I’ll piss I your circuit breaker.” I loosen my temper.
“Typical human. Can’t read a sign. Can’t follow a direction. Go back out to the left.” The voice has different sound. “Or run as you are in a running zone!”
“Your mother was an answering machine.” I smile back.