My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: Diamonds Are a Robots Best Friend Chapter 11

Diamonds Are a
Robots Best Friend

A My Life as a
Teenage Robot Fanfic

Chapter Eleven
Unsheathing the Sword

Jenny grabbed Brad by the shoulders and shoved him into the
large chair just below Maximillian Marquis, where Rojack once sat.P Scavenging a pair of steel rods from one of
the shattered consoles, she wrapped them around Brads wrists, securing them
tightly to the armrests.P Jenny stared
into Brads face with her frosty blue eyes.P
Now you will stay there, and cause no more trouble.

And you have certainly caused me a surprising amount of
trouble already, hissed Marquis.P I
must admit, you have become a most irritating thorn in my side, and the
simplest thing to do would be to jettison you into space, to join your peculiar
silver-green friend.P But perhaps I
may have a use for you yet.

The pilot turned around with a look of relief on his
face.P We had a few minor problems
there, but all of the Moonswords systems are still fully
functional.P We are on course, and
should arrive at Firing Point Alpha in about an hour.

Brad tried to pull his hands free, but the metal bonds were
far too strong.P He was sweating
nervously, but still managed a smile.P
Dont worry, Jen.P As soon as
Drew turns off that mind-control thingamabob, youll get your free will back,
and then you can open up a can of hurt on this fancy-talking creep!P Im sure everythingll be just fine
in a few seconds.

The yellow fireball streaked through the atmosphere, high
above the East Coast, growing in intensity with every passing second.P Over one hundred feet of empty rocket
booster was starting to disintegrate into a shower of molten stars.P The blunt front end now glowed with a
blinding white heat, and huge strips of fuselage were being stripped off by the
force of the hypersonic wind.

The left side of Rojacks body was starting to glow, but he
was still maniacally focused on one thing completing his final orders.P Drew still held firmly onto the
walking-stick with one hand, and fought to hold off Rojacks paralyzer with the
other.P He could feel his fingers and
toes starting to get soft.P In another
minute or so, the heat would eat right through him.P Eat right through hey, thats not a bad idea.

Instead of struggling, Drew relaxed and flowed his
silver-green fingers around Rojacks left arm.P
Rojack grinned, and prepared to deliver a savage blow then
stopped.P Something on his arm felt
strange.P It was being devoured.P Nanobots were starting to eat through the
outer casing of Rojacks forearm.

Rojack ripped his arm away, as close to afraid as Drew had
ever seen him.P Drew dissolved a
six-inch hole in the rockets fuselage with the nanobots in the middle of his
back.P With a surge of strength, he
twisted the walking-stick away from Rojack, and flowed himself inside the
boosters giant fuel tank, pulling the walking-stick in behind him.

He felt instant relief, and not just from escaping the
assault.P It was over a thousand degrees
cooler inside the booster.P He
could still hear the shrieking and wailing of seething plasma outside, but at
least hed bought some time to fiddle with the cane.P There had to be something stupid, something obvious, that he
wasnt trying

Rojack rammed his arm through the wall, and made a hole
large enough to climb inside.P His
silver-and-black finish was scorched, and his body smoldered with wisps of
smoke.P He lunged wildly at Drew with a
flying tackle.P Drew scrambled sideways,
running around the inside of the forty-foot wide cylinder.P Rojack pursued him recklessly, running and
jumping around the inside of the tank.P
Drew managed to stay one step ahead of him

Until the decaying booster dropped even lower in the
atmosphere, which slowed it down, creating G-forces once again.P Caught off guard by the return of gravity,
Drew misjudged a jump, bounced off a support beam, and fell backwards right
into Rojacks waiting arms.P He
shuddered and writhed as Rojack pumped him full of all the paralyzing energy
that he could summon.P His eyes spun in
their sockets, then his face dissolved into a formless silver goo.P The paralyzer finally stopped, and Drews
arms and legs collapsed into a pile of ribbon taffy.

Rojack grinned with satisfaction, and collected the
silver-green mass together into a misshapen ball.P He walked back to the hole in the tank wall, which had grown
larger as the edges flaked away.P
Outside the hole was a howling torrent of fiery chaos.P Rojack perched himself at the edge, and
raised the silver-green blob over his head, ready to throw it out into the
inferno.

A pair of arms shot out from the shapeless mass, latching
onto the edges of the hole.P And they
pulled down, hard.P Drew used his body
like a slingshot, shoving Rojacks torso out into the lethal plasma stream.

Rojack flailed his arms wildly, trying to pull himself back
in, but Drew had him pinned tight.P He
pounded madly on the fuselage, and beat his fists on the silver-green
clamps.P He raised his arm for one more
desperate blow and watched it rip off, and plunge into the raging ionized
gas.P His metal skin started to streak away
in glowing droplets.P Then he simply
ignited like a highway flare.P Rojack
slid the rest of the way out, wrapped in flaming hellfire, and drifted away
from the booster with a spindle-curdling scream.

Drew flowed backwards and tried to resume android form.P There was no time to celebrate.P His nanobots worked feverishly to perform
self-repair duties; he had lost ten percent of his body mass to the fires
outside.P He still had Marquis
walking-stick, though.P He might have
another thirty seconds to figure it out

But the walking-stick had been reduced to a charred, useless
piece of metallic junk.P Somehow, it had
gotten immersed in the plasma stream during the struggle.P No oh, geez, no

A loud shriek rolled through the tank; the walls buckled and
warped, and the metal started to shear apart.P
Now the inside of the booster was glowing bright red.P Nuts, cant worry about Jenny and Brad
right now.P Drew scrambled towards
the back of the tank, terrified, trying to think.P Okay, what happens in those space missions?P I need a heat shield heat shield what
the heck can I use for a heat shield?

He clutched onto a support beam as the deceleration
increased to two, then three, then five times the force of gravity.P Chunks of tank wall started to tear away, letting
jets of superheated air blast in like flamethrowers.P He still held the walking-stick, even though the miserable thing
was burnt to a cinder

All except for the diamond on top.

Holy crap, thats it.P Drew tossed the cane away and felt around the back of the tank, tasting
the metal with his fingers to see what it was made of.P Aluminum this stuffs gonna melt like
butter.P He needed steel.P There had to be some steel in here.

With an ear-splitting screech, the fuel tank ripped
completely open.P The booster shredded
into pieces of melting slag, streaking towards the earth like meteors.P Drew clenched his teeth as the hypersonic
gases blasted his body with unimaginable heat.P
One, then two fingers melted away from his hand.P He grimaced and climbed down through gaping
holes in the wreckage, to the bottom of the booster section.

Where four large rocket nozzles still hung.P He crawled over and tasted one bingo!P Drew pulled himself inside the nozzle and
flowed his body against the metal surface.P
The rocket nozzle started to warble with a silver-green color.P Steel was mostly iron, but it did have some
carbon in it.P He didnt care about the
iron.P But if he could get enough
carbon, and if his nanobots could rearrange the atoms fast enough

The last pieces of the aft booster section finally succumbed
to the intense heat and forces of re-entry.P
The tank had completely dissolved away; the pipes and pumps of the
engine section ripped apart and scattered into the atmosphere.P The large rocket nozzles started to shudder,
then they finally broke off, and tumbled into the fires to be consumed.P One nozzle burned with an intense red flame
as iron atoms were stripped away then the nozzle finally degenerated and
cracked open

Revealing a large, sparkling, milky-white diamond.P Drew had built a three-inch-thick,
cone-shaped layer of pure diamond around his body.P While the booster disintegrated around him, the diamond-shelled
android continued downward, trailing a spectacular tail of fire as he fell
towards the Caribbean Ocean.

Brad had been trying to loosen the metallic straps on his
wrists for over an hour now.P Not only
was he not having any success, but his hands were getting sore.P Frustrated, he gave up and sunk back into
the large, padded chair.P Might as
well try to relax.P And think.P Drew was gone, and Jenny was still very much
under the influence of the mind-control necklace.P So it was all up to him, a simple high school student.P Prisoner of an evil megalomaniac, on board a
secret rocket that was about to destroy the moon.P This would be so awesome, he thought, if it wasnt for
the whole die-when-its-over part.

Things were starting to get busy on the bridge of the Moonsword.P The crew of humans and robots were bringing
all of the ships systems up to full power.P
Maximillian Marquis and Brad may have been the only two people on the
ship that were actually able to enjoy the view.

And a spectacular view it was.P The moon filled the front windows, shining a brilliant
monochromatic white.P Huge craters and
vast plains were easily visible on the surface, just like Brad had seen in
textbooks and television programs.P It
looked like a bleak, desolate place, but it did have a weird kind of haunting
beauty to it.P Or at least it would for
another ten minutes or so.

Brad turned his head around to Marquis.P For crying out loud, big shot, why dont
you just let Jenny go?P Look out the
windows.P I mean, I could hit the
stupid thing from here!

Marquis actually chuckled.P
My simple young friend, if I had simply wanted to destroy the moon, I
could have done it from the ground.P No,
the Moonsword is not a a cannon.P It is a scalpel.P
Every jeweler knows the importance of making just the right cut.

Youre actually going to do this? Brad asked,
exasperated.P Whatever you call it,
youre still destroying the moon!P
Think about what that means!P No
more tide charts in the newspaper.P
Were going to have to start calling months er, something else!P And what about everyone who relies on the
moon for inspiration up at Lookout Point on prom night?

Oh, all great sacrifices, to be sure, laughed
Marquis.P Perhaps after I become the richest
man in the solar system, I will have some scented candles sent to
Lookout Point.P Marquis grew serious
once more, and sat erect in his chair, like a king perched on his throne.P Prepare for engine shutdown.P All crew fasten harnesses and secure loose
items.

Engines have shut down, sir, reported the co-pilot.P Brad felt his stomach lurch slightly, and
his feet started to drift off of the floor.P
The Moonsword wasnt using artificial gravity.P He watched, amused, as a ball-point pen
drifted by, tumbling end-over-end.

Deploy the lasers, Marquis said in an ominous voice.

The smooth hull of the Moonsword cracked open, and
six sets of long, narrow doors opened up.P
Motors hummed and whined as the streamlined rocket began to perform a
transformation.P From each of the long,
narrow openings in the ship, a metal truss-arm swung outwards.P The arms unfolded like the spokes of an
umbrella, and then grew in length.P And
at the end of each arm, mounted on a complex pivot, was a perfectly flat,
six-sided, quartz mirror.P The Moonsword
now looked a bit like a giant octopus, over two hundred feet across, holding a
mirror at the end of each of its six metal tentacles.

From each of the openings in the hull, a thirty-foot long
laser cannon began to swing out.P Each
of the canon barrels pulsed with energy, and had a football-sized, perfectly
carved, Jovian diamond mounted on the end.P
The laser cannons locked in place, each one pointing directly at a
matching quartz mirror.

Marquis turned slightly in his chair.P XJ-9.

Jenny, sparkling in her diamond-paint, turned around in her
seat at the laser control station.P I
am awaiting your orders, Mister Marquis.P
The hollow voice was painful for Brad to hear.

You see, Bradley, my walking-stick was essentially a remote
control.P And when it was lost, it was
still in the active position.P So
Jennifer is still very much my loyal robotic servant.P He leaned forward slightly.P XJ-9, enter the targeting information into
the computers.

Entered and confirmed, sir.

Jenny! Brad shouted.P
He stared intently into Jennys blank face, trying to make eye contact
with her.P Come on, fight it!P I know you can fight it!P Youre stronger than him!P You dont have to do this!

Position the mirrors for the first cut, ordered Marquis.

The complex mathematics, and degree of control, necessary to
aim six lasers beams on the same spot twenty thousand miles away could only be
performed by a robot by one robot.P
Jennys elbows cracked open, and two extra pairs of thin manipulators
unfolded from each one giving her, in effect, six hands.P She started making fine adjustments to the
levers, dials, and pushbuttons on her console, while a lightning-fast column of
numbers scrolled by on her monitor screen.

Theres gotta be something I can do!P Brad twisted back and forth in the chair,
trying to gain his freedom, but his forearms were still securely fastened to
the armrests.P He planted his feet
against the floor, trying to gain some leverage, but that proved difficult to
do in weightlessness.

Quiet down, you, Marquis growled at him.P I will not be denied the full enjoyment I
so richly deserve at this moment.P XJ-9
activate the laser!

Jenny obeyed, and fired all six lasers at full power.P A blinding light filled the windows, and
darkened shades slid down to protect the crews eyes.P Six columns of intensely violet laser energy blasted from the
barrels of the cannons, deflected off of their respective quartz mirrors, and
streaked towards the moon, to a point just a few miles above the surface.P Jenny had done her job exceedingly well, and
the six lasers were focusing with perfect accuracy.

Begin the first cut, Marquis commanded.

Jen, dont do it! pleaded Brad.P But she was powerless to act on her own.P That stupid necklace.P If only she didnt have that stupid necklace
on, shed show this miserable old geezer a thing or two.

Jenny steered the six beams until they finally came into
contact with the edge of the moon.P
There was a blast, and a glowing flash of light.P The laser column incinerated a stretch of
rock and ash into molecules, and started carving deeper into the moon, slicing
it like a tomato.P Fantastic amounts of
laser energy pumped deeper and deeper into the fissure, blasting millions of
tons of moon rock into molten slag and vaporized silicate.P Clouds of debris began to shoot from the
crack like a geyser.

Marquis fought to contain his excitement as a visible scar
began to trace its way across the moons surface.P Everything was going according to plan

Brad truly couldnt believe it.P He thought shed break free from the mind control at the last
minute.P Jennys about to destroy the
moon.P Wow, is her mom ever gonna freak.P He flung himself back and forth in the
chair, trying to get loose and felt something hit his cheek.

What the heck was that?P Brad turned his head and saw a smooth, red tile, like a domino,
slowly tumbling in the air, a few inches from his face.P It was part of his winnings from his
little stint at the roulette wheel, earlier that night at the Marquis
mansion.P It must have floated out of
his pocket.

Jenny focused intently on her monitor, guiding the mirrors
as the lasers carved their way down the face of the moon, which now had a deep
slice over four hundred miles long cut out of it.

Brad squirmed wildly in his seat, trying to twist his hips
towards the right armrest of his chair.P
He could just about reach his hand into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket

The blazing column of laser light punctured the moon like a
cosmic dagger.P The laser was making
amazing progress, vaporizing a channel through thicker and thicker cross
sections of lunar rock, closer and closer to the moons core, and its diamond
shell.

Brad slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a red
casino tile.P This would be so much
cooler if I had a laser in my watch, or a dart gun in my shoe but thisll
have to do.P Okay, Bradster youre the
Tremorton High School paper football champion.P
Time to take it to the next level.P
He took a deep breath, and focused on his target the back of Jennys
neck.P Brad could see the clasp of the
necklace resting just above the back of the chair.P She was only about twenty feet away. PHe pinched the casino tile between his thumb and forefinger, and
took careful aim

Fling!P The
tile whizzed across the cabin, flying perfectly straight in zero gravity and
ricocheted off of the back of the chair.

The first cut was almost halfway complete.P Marquis watched enthusiastically, as a
lifelong dream unfolded in front of his eyes.P
Then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye.P What is that infernal adolescent up to
now, squirming about like a landed trout?!?

Brad strained in his seat and got his hand on one more
casino tile.P At a thousand bucks a
shot, Id better start making these count.P
He lined up his shot once more, and flicked his tile towards Jenny

The spinning tile smacked directly against the clasp of the
mind-control necklace, popping it loose from the impact.P Jenny spun around in surprise, which sent
the necklace floating away from her neck.P
Her frosty blue eyes blinked in confusion, then started to fade back to
white.P She clutched her hands to her
head and moaned, as if waking up from a long sleep.

Through the uprights, and its good! shouted
Brad.P Jenny!P Can you hear me?P Are you
all right?

Marquis tried to lunge out of his chair, but his harness was
still fastened.P By the gods, NO!P Impossible!P
I will not allow this!P Not now!P Not when Im so close!P He reached into the lining of his flight
suit

Jenny was still groggy, and trying to make sense of what she
saw around her.P She seemed to be
sitting inside some kind of of space ship.P
And outside the window, she could see the moon being sliced apart by
giant lasers?P Whats the deal with
that?!?P Wait a minute I think Im
actually the one doing that!P It was
slowly starting to come back to her.P
B-Brad?P Is that you?P Brad, whats going on?P What in the world am I doing here?

What you are doing, young girl, shouted Marquis, is
putting that necklace back around your precious robotic neck right now.

He was holding a laser pistol, with a diamond-finish handle,
directly against the back of Brads head.P
See, I knew you would come in handy.P
Marquis had a look of near-insanity on his face.P Jennifer, if you are not wearing that
necklace within ten seconds, then I am afraid that your annoying friend here
is going to have a very difficult time getting the stains out of his
tuxedo.

CONCLUDED (Finally!)
in Chapter Twelve

A/N Holy smokes!P
Can I wrap this turkey up in one more chapter?P Had to end it with one more cliffhanger, folks.P Lets see place pinkie to the side of my
mouth, and MWAAA HA HA HA!P I will
only write Chapter 12 if I receive one meeellion reviews!P Just kidding.P I am seriously jazzed about all the reviews Ive gotten in the
last week.P Many thanks to each and
every one of you!