Of Sirens and Mechromancers - Pop Culture
Gaige walks around the Three Horns, assault rifle in hand. She looks around and starts to click and whistle.
“Here bonerfarts! Boh boh bonerfarts!
Angel’s face fizzles into view, “Hammerlock is at wit’s end, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. I honestly don’t know what his problem with bullymong is. There’s one!”
A bonerfart climbs out of a hole in the rocks. Gaige points her rifle at it and sprays. What few bullets hit don’t pierce the thick flesh. The bonerfart drops down and starts to charge her. She swaps over to her shotgun and blows the bonerfart’s head off.
“Bullseye!”
“Gaige, your aim is awful.”
“Hey, you don’t need accuracy when you have overwhelming firepower. Also, I’ve not been shooting for half my life.”
“Are you going to be okay out here, then?”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got Deathtrap. Also…”
In the distance, Salvador is firing off both his guns and laughing.
“I have him.”
“At least you have faith.”
After a few minutes of hunting bonerfarts, and an exasperated Hammerlock naming them back to bullymongs, Gaige starts to head back to her outrunner. A bandit technical rams the outrunner, knocking it away. Bloodshots jump out of the technical and run towards Gaige.
“Really?” Gaige sighs. She waves her hand. “Fine. To Hell with the First Law!”
Gaige summons Deathtrap and it starts to shoot electricity at the Bloodshots.
“Really, an Asimov reference?”
“You actually got my reference? No one gets my references to ancient media.”
“I am able to look up most publicly available information and have much time to read.”
“Fair enough.” She shoots a Bloodshot that broke from the pack. “Makes sense for an AI to read up on that. Especially one that isn’t three laws compliant.”
“I’m also not a robot.”
“Also correct. What else to you read?”
“I actually enjoy fantasy. I enjoy seeing the scope of human imagination about new worlds.”
“Ooh, nice. I like my sci-fi. Also revolutionary manifestos. Listen to music? I like the Frying Pans?”
“Aren’t they a religious cosmic rock group?”
Gaige points at mid air, “They have good music! What do you listen to, Digby Vermouth?”
“… perhaps.”
Gaige starts to laugh, “Digby Vermouth is total dad music!”
“It is beautiful jazz and you are an uncultured swine.”
“Sal! I’m arguing with Angel. Is Digby Vermouth dad music?”
Salvador trots over to the runner, “I’m not getting in the middle of a fight with the voice in our heads.”
“I think that means I win.
Gaige squints and whispers, “Never.”
