"Alright, I should probably actually call the hospital. I may have installed a first aid treatment onto the AI, but..."
You look over at the body which has just started bandaging itself, spewing blood all over the floor, and the sickening bone on bone grinding heard every time when it moves its right arm. You wince from the sounds. It's definitely not a good idea to leave it there like that, even if you want to have a little fun with it.
"Mum, make sure to watch after him. Dispose of him if he starts acting up," you add the last command just in case the AI goes rogue or something. It shouldn't, speaking from experience, but there is a chance that it can be glitched. Better safe than sorry.
You walk upstairs, the stairs creaking under pressure. Hmm... it seems that you might need to renovate the store soon, lest you be sued by a disgruntled customer who broke his leg in a fall. Rolling your eyes, you proceed to the phone while picking up the cup of your - now warm - coffee. Taking a sip, you spit it out onto the floor as your crunch your eyebrows and take a small detour to the microwave. Damn, you think, reheated coffee just doesn't taste the same.
Dialing the classic 9-1-1, you hum as your hear the ring of the phone, before suddenly being cut off by the operator.
"Hello, what's the emergency?"
"Hey... uhm... I have a... well, there's a person that's kind of bleeding out here... Yes... Uhm, it's 69 Dickley Rd... NO! Why would I joke about that...?! It really exists!... Okay, goodbye."
You hang up the phone, swearing under your breath. It isn't your fault that a mayor in the past had poor naming sense. Heading to the microwave, you take out your cup as you take a big gulp this time, satisfied, and head to the basement. As you approach it, you seem to smell an... iron smell. Sort of like... blood...?
You drop your cup, shattering it and drenching your pants with coffee, as you rush downstairs, nearly tripping over the old steps. You emerge as you hear a sickening crunch. You glance over... and puke.
In front of you is a gruesome scene. Mum is repeatedly smashing her fist into the body of the robber. Guts and intestines are spilling out, Ribs are protruding from the stretched skin, piercing through the muscle and skin. Splatters of blood are strewn all over the room.
"Stop! Stop!"
You run up to Mum and power her down before rebooting, wiping all of her functions. What the hell happened...? Was there a fight? You look at Mum. There seem to be no signs of struggle. Or, at least if they were, Mum has been highly proficient during the battle, not even incurring a single injury. Looking at the carcass - it is unrecognizable and is mashed into a bloody pulp - you ponder if there has been a glitch in Mum's system. Probably not, you have coded the AI yourself.
...Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. How can you have been so careless...? You remember the command you have given her. Dispose of him. Now normally a human would understand the following addition 'if he starts acting up'. But this is an AI. You need to give the conditional statement before the command. Otherwise, all you have is a command and a hanging conditional statement. Shit. That's why Mum disposed of him.
You hear the sirens outside. Quickly rushing upstairs, you greet the paramedics as they rush into your store, overturning pots and plants.
"Where's the body?"
You gulp as you lead them downstairs. You can even see one of the paramedics resist the urge to vomit. Heh, you smirk, seems like not all of them are hardened.
Looking at the body, the chief - at least you assume he's chief since he looks like the oldest - looks at the corpse and scoops up a handful of guts.
"Is... Is this it?" He asks, turning to you and thrusting the guts into your face.
"Yes! That's it! Now get this away from me!"
You can see the paramedic pale as he stumbles back.
"Did... did you... murder him...?"
"Heavens sake no! I've uploaded his consciousness to this baby right here!" You say as you knock on the VR unit, getting some blood on your fingers in the process. The paramedic's face visible calms down as his shoulders slump, relaxing.
"Oh, that's not a problem then! According to the People's Act, established a couple of years ago, the person is the mind itself, not the body. At most, this is simply destruction of property."
Oh yeah. There was a law like that. Looks like you dodged a bullet on being charged for murder.
"But we will need to reconstruct the body. I assume that he's in there, right? Studying or playing or whatever. This accident happened then, right?"
Obviously, that is not what happened, but it is for your best interest to simply nod your head. After all, uploading an AI to someone's body without permission isn't exactly... legal.
"Alright. Do you have a video of him? We can't exactly reconstruct from... this." He says as he waves his hand on the bloody corpse.
"Y-yeah. I have footage. Let me get... it!"
You rush upstairs, aiming to extract the security footage immediately. You just hope that the burglar doesn't sue your store down to bankruptcy. This could be a big case.
Suddenly, you stop. Why should you give them the footage? You would most likely be paying for the reconstruction anyways! And fuck him! He tries to rob you and get away with it...? You should teach that punk a lesson!
Your mind thinks back to dad's study. Back in the day, your father was an avid watcher of... what was it called...? Oh yeah... anime. He would watch those magical girl shows constantly, and it would annoy you every time he made a pose from some dumb show. You have watched a little bit of the anime he had stockpiled - and he has a lot of it - so you could pick out a Sailor Moon DVD or whatever and hand it to the paramedics.
There's a chance - a pretty good one - that they would realize it's not real footage, but anime has diminished in popularity over the years, so you hardly believe any of them heard of it. And the way they looked at your VR units was as if though they thought it was some sort of alien contraptions. They're probably not very versed in the digital world anyways.
You decide to...
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