Klamor stands uncertainly in front of the Machine, S.H.I.T is not known for giving interviews, in fact the last time it had given one was just before Kingdom Come, summoning Klamor to a location exactly as it had done this time. Happily this time wasn't a long journey for the ageing journalist, it was only down to WZCW's temporary storage area for the PPV, where S.H.I.T is stood in front of its crate, the one apparently used to transport it from show to show.
For S.H.I.T's part is shows absolutely no sign of movement, nothing to give away the fact that it has noticed Klamor. It just stands in among all the other inanimate objects, still looking out of place, like it doesn't belong, like it does when it is in the ring, like it does when it is backstage. Perhaps this is what it is like everywhere for it.
Perhaps it is alone.
Klamor waves his hand up and down in front of The Machines face, which elicits precisely no reaction.
"Best get on with this," he mumbles to himself.
"S.H.I.T?" He says, making sure to spell out the acronym much like the Machine itself always does.
S.H.I.T turns its head to face Klamor, a slow deliberate movement that made him wonder whether S.H.I.T was awake and aware of his presence all along, it certainly showed no signs of just waking up as it were.
S.H.I.T stares at Klamor, a face with the painted expression radiating pure wrath, a seering hatred of the man and everything about him.
Greetings Jonny Klamor, S.H.I.T hopes you are well!
"Well, wait? You do?" He asked, visibly surprised.
Affirmative! The Robot replied, its voice as hollow and emotionless as ever.
"Well, thank you, I am well as it happens."
This is certainly excellent news, and how are the family?
"W. . ."
YOU AND YOUR FAMILIES WELL BEING IS UNIMPORTANT!
The sudden outburst takes Klamor by surprise, briefly left speechless while the Man Machine plunges on.
1 minute and 36 seconds have been wasted on this trivial, Human exchange!
"Then why did you initiate it?" He said, still clearly disgusted at being described as unimportant.
S.H.I.T turns the rest of its body to face the interviewer, enveloping Klamor in a somewhat possessive stance.
Initiate? Yes. . . Initiate is a fine choice of word. Machine like in its effectiveness and efficiency!
"Look if you are just going to waste my time with this nonsense then I am going to leave," He says haughtily. "I've got plenty of people I could be interviewing, plenty of people that are somewhat coherent even."
Klamor turns, shuffling out of S.H.I.T's personal space, carefully avoiding any kind of physical contact. Rarely did the Machine have the uncontrollable, violent outbursts that its opponents were capable of, but it never hurt to be sure.
. . . Wait! Klamor had to turn, something in the note of its voice, almost pleading him to turn back.
You were summoned here for a reason, that reason is because. . .
"Go on," Klamor said after a while, hesitant to rush S.H.I.T too much in case the Machine changed its mind, but still overly curious, as is his nature.
You were summoned because you were present on Aftershock! You were present when S.H.I.T succumbed to weakness. It allowed its judgement to become clouded, it allowed distractions to hamper it and cause failure.
"Your loss to Connor Reese?"
A failure, a failure of S.H.I.T's primary mission. . .
"Which is?" He asked, drawing closer.
The physical destruction of its opponents!
"And the distractions? Barbosa and Alhazred?"
The air around S.H.I.T seems to chill as the name of its opponents for tonight are mentioned. If it is possible to strike a nerve on this thing, Klamor may well have just succeeded.
Affirmative! It answered eventually.
But they are not the total of the problem, perhaps just the cause. S.H.I.T allowed its own judgement to become clouded with ideals, questioning its position in the company. It points to its head, at the point where the temple would be. It was an error that was. . . Human! It almost spat the word. And it resulted in nothing of importance happening, only negatives. Much like our earlier exchange where S.H.I.T asked of the trivial importance of yourself and loved ones. Cluttering up memory usage with unimportant things beyond control is worthless.
It only results in time wasting and failure.
"And you think Barbosa and Alhazred are the cause of all this? This cluttering up of memory usage?"
Affirmative!
Since Barbosa has imposed himself on S.H.I.T's proceedings things have become worse. . . When S.H.I.T first scanned Barbosa, it scanned a collection of Human personalities locked into a single shell. Dangerous, but Human, and like all Human's, unimportant.
Then his change occurred, and when S.H.I.T scann. . . Negative, looked into his eyes, S.H.I.T saw a reflection of itself, twisted and lost, but still almost a whole reflection and S.H.I.T wanted to, had to, desired to crush it!
Klamor stares blankly.
Do you not comprehend Human?
Klamor shook his head, physically implying that he does in fact have no idea.
Feeble minded, squishy bodied organics. These. . . For lack of a better word, feelings were tantamount to a self destruct wish!
"Or. . . Or perhaps you didn't like the idea of there being competition?" He piped up.
The grey matter you call a mind is truly pathetic!
S.H.I.T was built for competition, an emotionless destroyer would be the perfect opponent. This one however, should be wiped off the face of the Planet. . . It is wrong.
"You are an emotionless destroyer. Should you be wiped off the face of the planet?"
A long pause.
S.H.I.T was built to be an emotionless destroyer, the idea of a Human becoming this way is perverted. It is wrong. Barbosa must realise this error, it is wrong. Incorrect!
The room which while huge, was jam packed full of stuff so as to not allow much space, suddenly felt even smaller. There stood in the darkness in front of the interviewer was a creature, who from Klamor's viewpoint was arguing that its very own existence was in fact, incorrect.
"What of Alhazred?" He said, changing the subject.
Alhazred. . . The manipulator. . . S.H.I.T needed no more reason to destroy Barbosa than the one it has previously mentioned. However, since this man has re-involved himself in S.H.I.T's affairs, S.H.I.T feels that it's mission to destroy Barbosa is no longer its own.
It is identical to the. . . Sensation that S.H.I.T felt while serving the Chaos. It is also wrong!
"But you attack everything anyway," he said. "Only a few weeks ago you decked two of our rookies."
They tried to remove S.H.I.T's protective bodywork. It was merely self defense.
Your time is over Jonny Klamor, you may now leave!
"Yes, but why? Why are you telling me all this now?" Said Klamor, not happy about this sudden gear change.
. . . There is no one else to tell! S.H.I.T quickly turns its head to face the interviewer. S.H.I.T thought that voicing the concerns out loud would make the solution more obvious.
"And has it?"
Affirmative, nothing has changed. Alhazred and Barbosa speak the language of violence!
Alhazred will be taught that he is no longer able to manipulate S.H.I.T at will, like some kind of. . . manipulator. He is unstable, and violent, an ideal opponent!
It pauses.
But once S.H.I.T and he, we had an understanding. . . He let the Machine loose in exchange for menial tasks and. . . other things. S.H.I.T and he were almost. . .
"Friends?" Klamor pumped up.
S.H.I.T ignored that.
He used and abandoned the Machine, like all the other Human's. They cannot be trusted.
None of them!
Barbosa however seems to have forsaken his Humanity.
Barbosa. . . S.H.I.T will show Barbosa the terrors of living the life of the emotionless Machine, whose sole purpose is to destroy. Perhaps he will see the error of that path, perhaps he will regain his lost Humanity and realise it is not a path fit for one such as he.
Or perhaps he will learn the answer he seeks, the bit of information that keeps the Machine going strong.
"You sound like you almost want to help him. . ."
S.H.I.T stares for a long moment, far beyond what is comfortable coming from a normal person, let alone this thing.
Do not misunderstand S.H.I.T Human! Barbosa and Alhazred are cut from the same cloth, they are both Human, they are both weak and they both need to be destroyed. Anything else would be a needless over complication! The same kind that brings nothing but failure and defeat! It does not matter if it is Dr Alhazred or Mister Alhazred. It does not matter if it is emotionless Barbosa or the Man Of Many Voices! They must be destroyed!
Klamor stares back now, he'd faced down S.H.I.T with difficult questions before, he was no coward.
"I guess we'll find out how strongly you stick to that conviction."
Your time here is done. You may leave!
