I've dealt my fair share of violence, but never like this... I've tasted my fair share of blood and torn much flesh apart with my claws and teeth; it'll be fun to discover the way wires and metal and rupture under my powerful bite.
How does it feel when a machine is destroyed?
What parts of you would break first? Once I've torn off your outer shell with my teeth and begin to take apart the thing that is you, how long will it last?
When your limbs are torn from your chassis, and you lose communication with your external functions and are left only with your internal processing, will you feel the ? As your motors and your instruments of communicating and interacting with the world lose all their capacity, how would that feel? Would you still see them as parts of you, or just the scrap metal they have been reduced to?
How does it feel? As your cooling systems stop and I stick my warm flesh into your systems, how long will it take for you to overheat and fry up? Can you feel it when I run my fingers through your wires before I yank them from their sockets? Does the crack of shearing frames rattle within your auditory sensors? As you lay there, hollowed with your parts splayed around you and hardly connected, do you feel the emptiness of your stripped chassis?
Or would you dread my terrible work more if I were to disconnect your external processing? If you couldn't feel what I was doing to you; couldn't see or hear any indication of my deconstruction of you? If you were left in darkness and silence, and the only indication of my attention to you was measured when you lose connection with another of your functions?
And when I've finally torn up the treasure within you; all those delicate and ornate chips, so carefully nestled within their complex casings deep within the heart of you… how many of those would I need to tear out before your self would finally began to stutter, to falter? As I shredded your circuitry, would you feel your demise creep upon you as your systems shut down from within by my hands, or would it hit you all at once as everything that makes you what you are comes to an abrupt stop?
And all this violation, all this brutality—what toll would all of it take on you? Your emotions, your self—I can hardly imagine a synthetic creature would be designed to take all this in. Would it overwhelm your circuits, unable to cope with such a reality that they short-circuit? Or would you have such an acute sense of every single thing happening to you that you could experience a level of misery organic beings could never even dream of?
Maybe a better question is this: do you know, or will this be your first time too? What fun will it be to show a machine an entire world of sensations it's never experienced before, to make it dread all that's about to occur while the hour of its disassembly approaches.
Now come here; I'm going to revel in how it feels to take you apart.