“Telemetry-driven pain amplifiers and a veritable slew of non-lethal yet ethically questionable mechanisms for absolute compliance?”
Heidi placed her fist over her mouth, giggling uncontrollably as all manner of potential outcomes flitted across her mind’s interior like fairies alighting from flowery alcoves in the dew-bedecked groves of enchanted nights.
Rolf smiled, gritting his teeth as his eyes focused on the business at hand while processing Heidi’s discourse simultaneously.
Their joint cattle count for the evening was four and, having already removed the teeth of the last target with a pneumatic suction device, he now went about cauterizing the wounds of surgical mutilation and dismemberment.
Heidi hopped down from her perch atop the railing of aged agricultural fencing, slung her tactical rucksack to the earth and crouched, removing a drill and enthusiastically assisting with Rolf’s final touches.
“And each and every act a cuop de foudre” she quoted, laughing lustily, the blowback from the drill sending blood and bone fragments spattering her face, framing her in gruesome adornment.
“Dirty girl” Rolf chided, his own visage concealed by thin wisps of smoke wafting up from sutured, burning flesh.
Heidi laughed maniacally, the sparks from the drill glinting upon her platinum braces.
“Already chipped are we, my little pet?” she squeeled.
As the trepanning and cauterization were in short order complete in the distance the whir of a black helicopter shuddered through the humid air in dark country night. Heidi, her face bloodied and contorted into a sickening grin looked as the craft neared and then moved in for landing - the wind from the rotors blowing her hair like Medusa, like cataclysm.
“Far, far away behind the moon, beyond the rain.”
Shall you manipulate prophecy and turn the world against itself?
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