Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2021 13:49:57 GMT -5
Ursula Von Rossbach sports only a few bruises from the excursion into Uprising's 13th casting of Revolution to test the Supreme Machine. She shifts the gears of the manual transmission of her vehicle, a rather plain black Mercedes-Benz GT, as she makes the drive back to her hotel.
The irony of the episode's unlucky number was not lost upon her, even providing a little smirk. She did not care for Percy Carter or his plight of survival against the one whom she targeted. No, it was not for that reason that she made her move. Some will say it was a preemptive strike out of fear or a lack of confidence while others may claim that it was for cheap publicity from an established talent. For her, it was something far more than mere egocentricity that pushed her to action at an event for which she was not otherwise booked. Even the statement she had made after the incident was recorded in advance.
"A mere test?" came the dark, synthesized voice in the back of her mind.
"Yes," she thought in response.
Her eyes avert to the rear view mirror where within she sees a mechanical chrome skull staring back at her with glowing red eyes.
"All eyes upon Ursula 'The Great' once more."
"Do not call me that."
"You sicken me," The machine shoots back with a bitter crackle in it's voice box.
"The feeling is mutual," she responds icily.
"Only a machine can beat another machine, Ursula. You 'felt' some of those blows through your deadened nerves."
Ursula's vehicle enters the Marriott parking lot, driving up to the door where a valet is already walking up to greet the vehicle. Without a word, she opens the door with the car still running. She barely acknowledges any exchange of pleasantries as she heads through the front door and straight to the elevator. With one button press, she is riding the elevator up to her penthouse suite and not looking forward to the 17 hour drive back to New Mexico.
"So what did you hope to accomplish with this test?" the machine questions.
"Are you not inside my mind, able to see the answer?"
"Humor me, dearest Ursula."
"A hypothesis that shall be answered when next we meet."
"and should he prove your theory wrong?"
"Then he shall be destroyed for his mistake and proving me wrong."
There is a dark chuckle reverberating in her skull.
"Your arrogance is astounding."
"Again, you are inside my mind. See for yourself and tell me if you truly believe that is arrogance or if you are just trying to taunt me for a cheap rise."
The door chimes, opening up as the iced chill of automatic air conditioning wafts against her. Ursula steps out into the hallway and walks the length of it.
"A little of column A and column B."
It is not long before she is swiping her card and entering her hotel room. There, she reaches into the fridge, grabbing a sample bottle of wine along with a crystal glass from the counter next to the vanity. The Lady Terminator pours the Merlot into it, gives it a small swirl and takes a sip. The refrigerator clearly needed adjustment as the wine is too cold for proper taste. She then walks the length of the opulently furnished room with it's cream, beige, and burgundy color scheme, sliding a glass door open to step out onto the balcony. She looks out upon Reno as it glitters in nighttime. The breeze softly blows, whipping her black hair about.
Ursula could feel the presence of her alter ego beside her now, visible only to her in the corner of her eye. It leans on the railing with chrome digits wrapped around the same railing she now leans against.
"Begone, construct. I grow tired of indulging echoes of the past."
"An echo am I?" it responds, then adds, "I am inevitable, Ursula."
It moves in close, she could hear the hum of machinery inside of it's skull as it's teeth near her ear.
"I....am your future."
She looks directly to her right and sees nothing anymore, the presence gone. Her gaze returns to the city before her as she downs the last of her wine.
"No fate but what I make," her words escape her lips to be carried upon the breeze and out into the ether.
Ursula pushes away from the railing and heads back inside to call it a night.
The irony of the episode's unlucky number was not lost upon her, even providing a little smirk. She did not care for Percy Carter or his plight of survival against the one whom she targeted. No, it was not for that reason that she made her move. Some will say it was a preemptive strike out of fear or a lack of confidence while others may claim that it was for cheap publicity from an established talent. For her, it was something far more than mere egocentricity that pushed her to action at an event for which she was not otherwise booked. Even the statement she had made after the incident was recorded in advance.
"A mere test?" came the dark, synthesized voice in the back of her mind.
"Yes," she thought in response.
Her eyes avert to the rear view mirror where within she sees a mechanical chrome skull staring back at her with glowing red eyes.
"All eyes upon Ursula 'The Great' once more."
"Do not call me that."
"You sicken me," The machine shoots back with a bitter crackle in it's voice box.
"The feeling is mutual," she responds icily.
"Only a machine can beat another machine, Ursula. You 'felt' some of those blows through your deadened nerves."
Ursula's vehicle enters the Marriott parking lot, driving up to the door where a valet is already walking up to greet the vehicle. Without a word, she opens the door with the car still running. She barely acknowledges any exchange of pleasantries as she heads through the front door and straight to the elevator. With one button press, she is riding the elevator up to her penthouse suite and not looking forward to the 17 hour drive back to New Mexico.
"So what did you hope to accomplish with this test?" the machine questions.
"Are you not inside my mind, able to see the answer?"
"Humor me, dearest Ursula."
"A hypothesis that shall be answered when next we meet."
"and should he prove your theory wrong?"
"Then he shall be destroyed for his mistake and proving me wrong."
There is a dark chuckle reverberating in her skull.
"Your arrogance is astounding."
"Again, you are inside my mind. See for yourself and tell me if you truly believe that is arrogance or if you are just trying to taunt me for a cheap rise."
The door chimes, opening up as the iced chill of automatic air conditioning wafts against her. Ursula steps out into the hallway and walks the length of it.
"A little of column A and column B."
It is not long before she is swiping her card and entering her hotel room. There, she reaches into the fridge, grabbing a sample bottle of wine along with a crystal glass from the counter next to the vanity. The Lady Terminator pours the Merlot into it, gives it a small swirl and takes a sip. The refrigerator clearly needed adjustment as the wine is too cold for proper taste. She then walks the length of the opulently furnished room with it's cream, beige, and burgundy color scheme, sliding a glass door open to step out onto the balcony. She looks out upon Reno as it glitters in nighttime. The breeze softly blows, whipping her black hair about.
Ursula could feel the presence of her alter ego beside her now, visible only to her in the corner of her eye. It leans on the railing with chrome digits wrapped around the same railing she now leans against.
"Begone, construct. I grow tired of indulging echoes of the past."
"An echo am I?" it responds, then adds, "I am inevitable, Ursula."
It moves in close, she could hear the hum of machinery inside of it's skull as it's teeth near her ear.
"I....am your future."
She looks directly to her right and sees nothing anymore, the presence gone. Her gaze returns to the city before her as she downs the last of her wine.
"No fate but what I make," her words escape her lips to be carried upon the breeze and out into the ether.
Ursula pushes away from the railing and heads back inside to call it a night.