From the perfect replica of an ancient French tumbrel that lumbered and juddered along the cobbled streets toward the scaffold, the condemned waved enthusiastically at the crowd and blew kisses to the females in attendance. The scheduled form of execution had been abolished for centuries but reinstated to make an example of such an audacious revolutionary. A treasonous traitor who appeared oblivious to his barbaric fate.
Retribution was basically symbolic. He was hung, drawn and quartered, remaining stoic throughout as though he didn't feel a thing.
His entrails, including the sensors, actuators and power supply, were taken away for recycling.
Last Edit: Jan 13, 2021 11:11:48 GMT -6 by FoxxGlove
Post by VolcanicDuck on Jan 14, 2021 18:20:21 GMT -6
The traitor moved by cover of darkness. To be seen could prove detrimental at best, but his curiosity was aroused. He was out of his element, risking bodily harm from colleagues and adversaries alike. He approached the alley, hackles raised, senses alert.
“What’s up, Rex?”
Curses, it was Kenya, from next door. How did she know?
“Nothing, just walking,” the traitor said.
Kenya eyed the alley, heard the meowing from within. “I’m just… going to pretend I didn’t see this.”
Relieved, Rex sniffed her butt and they ran off, nipping at each other playfully.
Post by doublejay9 on Jan 16, 2021 10:57:13 GMT -6
I hoped it wouldn't come to this. But you must know by now this whole thing is rigged. We've got no choice.
Don't act so surprised. Too much is at stake, and you're in my way. It really is that simple.
Hate me as much as you want. Call me a traitor if that makes you feel better. But let me tell you one last thing. I don't hate you. You fought well. I truly enjoyed our time together. I'm... I'll remember you.
She ordered me to kill you. She didn't specify how. Hold still. I'll make it quick.