Mechanical Love Chpt 8

Chapter 8

    The trainer backs away when finishes, pointing to the nearby chin up bar, mumbling something to her that we can't hear. She walks over to the chin up bar calmly, reaching up with both hands, her fingers curling around it. Without a change in her expression she lifts herself off the ground, pulling her chin up and over the bar. She stays there for a while, unmoving, muscles relaxed. Finally her trainer calls out her, and she lets go-dropping to the floor as silent and graceful as a cat. The trainer nods, a pleasant smile on his face. He nods in the direction of the weight machine. She walks over, sliding in the seat. All at once she lifts the two sets of weight, one working out her legs, the other her arms. The trainer calls something out to her, and she stops, lowering the weights gently back into place. 

    "She's gotten better. Those total to 600 pounds on each set of the weights. She used only be able to lift 525 pounds." he says calmly, reaching to press the microphone button. "Trainer..." he calls. Both the trainer and she look up towards us, answer his call. "Please proceed directly to full combat situation. Thank you." he commands. The trainer nods, walking back over to the main doors. The doors open as he reaches them, five more large male robots strolling in with stiff steps. With jerking movements they surrounded her, their muscular bodies like a stone wall built around her. She stands tall in the middle, her eyes flickering to size up the other robots around her. The male robots fall back into a fighting stance as the trainer blows a whistle-their movements stuttered. The trainer blows his whistle a second time and the robots lurch forward. 

    I watch as she waits for them, letting the seconds tick by as they close in. Their large bodies move like a wave towards, their hands hands reaching out to grab at her. One of their hands rack through her hair, trying to take hold of fistful, but by then she's moved. Jumping up and over the group backwards. She turns to face them, her hair whipping out around her. The robots turn to face her, reaching out to grab her again. Sliding to the side, she lashes out, clutching the arm of the nearest robot. She spins towards the right, throwing off the robots weight, and dragging him behind her. He flies forward as she releases him, his weight carrying him across the room into a wall. The remaining four, pounce-leaping towards her at an incredible speed. They grab her before she can react-each of them pulling her out in a different direction. She struggles in their grasp, pulling on her own limbs. 

    Suddenly she goes limp, her figuring dropping to the floor like a dead weight. The robots pause, each of them leaning closer to her as they peer down at her curiously. I glance at the male robot beside me as her body begins to jerk at the joints, shaking and popping at odd angles. Something snaps, and my stare flickers back down as the sound echoes throughout the room. A scream curls out of her throat as her left shoulder rips from its socket. The robot holding that arm relaxes, and she plans that moment to react. Using the weight of her body, she throws her arm in a circular motion-forcing her shoulder back into her socket. The robot jolts up, trying to retain his grip on his arm. 

    He stumbles as she pulls on her arm. It slips out of the robot's grasp as he trips into a heap on the floor. Her speed is like a lightening strike, attacking each robot in a flash. In a second she's on her feet, staring down at the robots. "So is it done?" I ask, his eyes still concentrated on the floor below. He shakes his head, scoffing as the corner of his mouth turns up, "It's just about to reach its peak."