content: The Divorce of Jeff Bezos PART 3 PART 3 Back at the Amazon HQ, Bezos was now strapped into a VR headset and exoskeleton around his body, giving him complete remote control of George Washington Carver. His moves were now the robots moves. Sweat was pouring down his bald head. He was shirtless and very pale. The staff was panicking around him. Cynthia was in tears and completely paralyzed with fear. A young intern, a delicate boy straight from a liberal arts college in New Hampshire, had begun to piss his pants. “You’re not gonna get away! I’m gonna make you bleed!” Bezos yelled into the microphone, his voice pierced the air of the Amazon laboratory. Hubert started to pick himself up and saw the machine approach. It was now close enough to see every wire and hydraulic system that composed it. The smacked the gyrocopter that was in its path, causing it to burst into flames. Bezos swung his right arm down like a hammer, George Washington Carver did the same. Hubert took a swift hit on his back, knocking him right back down. “Yeah, I’m gonna make you pay. I’m gonna teach you a real good lesson.” Bezos was doing his best to sound tough, but he was holding back tears of pain. He picked up Hubert and performed a back breaker. Hubert let out a violent scream and rolled toward the burning gyrocopter. George Washington Carver was returning for the final blow. Hubert got to his knees and grabbed onto the truck of a large bonsai tree to steady himself. He ripped it out of its pot and dipped it into the burning wreckage of the gyrocopter. He now wielded a torch. He jabbed the torch at the robot, as the two made circles around the garden. The robot made taunting gestures, egging Hubert to bring it on, each move let out a mechanical whirl. Hubert lost his footing and the machine moved forward to attack. Hubert swung the torch at its head and made contact, burning its ocular sensors. “Mother fucker!” Bezos could now barely see his target, making coordinating his attacks much harder. He then performed a windmill motion with both arms and charged Hubert. Hubert chucked the torch directly into the path of the machine and there was a burst of wood and fire. The two stared one another down. The machine began to kick up dirt like a bull, preparing for a ramming maneuver into Hubert. “You come into my smart home. You fuck my wife. And you think you’ll come out of this alive?” Bezos was red in the face, veins bulging out of his head. He charged. Hubert grabbed a fragment of the gyrocopters propeller and braced himself against the ground.  The machine dove forward in a spear move and Hubert thrust the propeller blade right into the core of the machine. There was a burst of sparks, jets of air from all the hydraulics shot into the air, a control pump on the rear of the machine ripped open and let out a stream of black goo. The machine locked itself into a standing at attention position, its default stance. Bezos was now also locked into the stance, the exoskeleton frozen in place. “What the fuck is going on!” He couldn’t get free, his arms and legs now prisoners for the exoskeleton. By now, the staff had fled the laboratory in fear. Bezos was along and trapped in the exoskeleton. Hubert stood up, placed a foot against the robot, and jerked out the rotor blade. This caused the robot to spasm and move its limbs erratically. Bezos began to cry out. “Help! Turn this fucking thing off! I can’t control it! It’s controlling me!” as the robot swung around, so did Bezos. Hubert jammed the rotor blade under the elbow of the machine, and popped it in the opposite direction, breaking the joint and therefore breaking Bezos’. He squealed. Hubert repeated the move with the other arm. Bezos let out a scream but his vocal chords were shot. His arms both bent backward making him look like some bastard winged bug. Hubert kicked the bot over and stood on top of it, legs on each side. The thrust the blade into the torso again and the legs of the machine also cocked in unnatural ways. So did Bezos’. Through the pain he finally spoke. “Please, stop, I beg you.” He could barely get out the words. Hubert picked up the robot by both shoulders and then clutched each side of the head. He moved it from right to left, the exoskeleteton turned Bezos’ head the same way. Huber then twisted the head entirely around in one swift motion. Bezos let out a scream up until the moment his neck finally snapped. The Amazon lab was dead silent. Bezos was no more. - Hubert was a mess. A mixture of blood, sweater, and the black goo from the robots systems dripped off him. He walked out and there before him was (fear), it steadied its cannon at him. He closed his eyes. He was dead. The weapon clicked. No ammo. Hubert opened his eyes and the machine sat there aiming at him, but nothing happened. He approached and its camera followed but it had no means to fight.  On the rear of the cannon was a control module for manned access with a joystick to steer and a seat for a driver. Hubert boarded the Chinese killing machine and steered it around. He picked his phone out of his pocket. Hubert drove down the driveway of the mansion and into the sunset, the smoldering remains of the Bezos’ home behind him, while “Many Men” by 50 Cent played on from the speakers of his iPhone 6S. END