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Feelings of 'amped up' anxiety are necessary for survival. Often the hormone rushes in such extreme situations will lead to a human's increased ability to concentrate, feelings of immortality, and a distraction from pain. Blood vessels contract to direct more blood to major muscle groups increasing strength for up to an hour after any such stressful event.
The power of a machine, an android, an artificial intelligence program, etc., is not linked to hormone releases. The ability to increase strength could be programmed into robots as an extra storage source, when needs must, but such resources are prescriptive and controlled through innate programming. Most humans are unaware of their own strengths and may be rarely tested to call upon them, unlike a machine whose reserve banks are permanently at the ready.
Humans under the influence of long term stress, in situations of domestic abuse for example, will not function correctly and may die prematurely.
Renyke opens the window with lightening speed.
'What you doing man? Ya fucksyfool,' shouted flex.
At the same time Shabra opened her window, smiling innocently at the robber.
Flex, realising that he better act fast or risk being an onlooker, opened the window hatch on the roof.
Renyke's extension arm had engaged adding a foot or more to his normal reach.
In the blink of Flex's eye, Renyke grabbed the threatening assailant by the throat and with one squeeze of his Adam's apple, the victim fell to the ground with an instantly broken neck.
His bulging eyes popped from his skull as he hit the floor, rolling into the gutter.
Simultaneously, Shabra, still smiling, held up one hand in surrender. The assailant lapsed his concentration, focusing on his friend who has disappeared from the other side of the vehicle. The man with the AK47 at the front did the same.
Almost in unison Shabra and Flex regained control taking on one robber each.
Shabra, barely flinching and with great dexterity, cut the robber's throat like the wild animal she hunted for lunch. Renyke sees only the glinting blade as it shards through the darkness.
Flex, now atop the vehicle with his torso, had engaged his mental autopilot and retrieved his favourite hand pistol from one of the many pockets in his long coat.
He fired six bullets for good measure, penetrating the man in front of the car who dropped the AK47 before he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
The hail of bullets caused screaming, shouting and general mayhem as people ducked and scrambled for cover.
'Dum arse men, a poorly manned ambush indeedy! Speedy but Greedy,' said Shabra as she wiped the blade on her trousers grimacing at the assailants blood then smiling at her rhyming skills.
She wasted no time, immediately engaging the car and running over one of the muggers.
Other people moved aside, frightened and not willing to take on the potentially life threatening vehicle.
'Of course, said Flex. I do forget. He seems so, you know........
'Hmmmmm, he really does,' agrees Shabra
to be continued.....
© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
Renyke opens the window with lightening speed.
'What you doing man? Ya fucksyfool,' shouted flex.
At the same time Shabra opened her window, smiling innocently at the robber.
Flex, realising that he better act fast or risk being an onlooker, opened the window hatch on the roof.
Renyke's extension arm had engaged adding a foot or more to his normal reach.
In the blink of Flex's eye, Renyke grabbed the threatening assailant by the throat and with one squeeze of his Adam's apple, the victim fell to the ground with an instantly broken neck.
His bulging eyes popped from his skull as he hit the floor, rolling into the gutter.
Simultaneously, Shabra, still smiling, held up one hand in surrender. The assailant lapsed his concentration, focusing on his friend who has disappeared from the other side of the vehicle. The man with the AK47 at the front did the same.
Almost in unison Shabra and Flex regained control taking on one robber each.
Shabra, barely flinching and with great dexterity, cut the robber's throat like the wild animal she hunted for lunch. Renyke sees only the glinting blade as it shards through the darkness.
Flex, now atop the vehicle with his torso, had engaged his mental autopilot and retrieved his favourite hand pistol from one of the many pockets in his long coat.
He fired six bullets for good measure, penetrating the man in front of the car who dropped the AK47 before he fell to the ground in a bloody mess.
The hail of bullets caused screaming, shouting and general mayhem as people ducked and scrambled for cover.
'Dum arse men, a poorly manned ambush indeedy! Speedy but Greedy,' said Shabra as she wiped the blade on her trousers grimacing at the assailants blood then smiling at her rhyming skills.
She wasted no time, immediately engaging the car and running over one of the muggers.
Other people moved aside, frightened and not willing to take on the potentially life threatening vehicle.
Flex was hooting and screaming.
'Yes, man. Woa, they didn't see that coming. You guys are good!
'Yes, man. Woa, they didn't see that coming. You guys are good!
Erm, but what's with the weird arm, Renyke man?'
Shabra looks at Flex in the mirror and says, 'Well, we've only seen a few of his skills so far. He's a droid after all.'
'Of course, said Flex. I do forget. He seems so, you know........
'Hmmmmm, he really does,' agrees Shabra
to be continued.....
© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
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