content: The Divorce of Jeff Bezos PART 2 PART 2 Hubert was familiar with the aircraft, he checked it out the previous evening while outside for a smoke. It looked fascinating and pretty easy to operate. He looked around his cover and spotted the 3 machines hunting him. He had to evade, but also move quickly to the helipad. He took 3 solid breaths and made a dash. Mongoose immediately began pursuit, but failed to fire. The belt fed machine gun had jammed up and was useless. It sped up to close the distance and attempt a water cannon blast at Hubert’s legs.  Hubert sprinted, fast as shit. But Mongoose was faster, it got close and fired directly into Hubert’s legs, causing him to tumble and take a hard fall. As he recovered, he saw the bot preparing its final blow. It would attempt to ram into him and initiate self-destruct.  “Come on you lil muthfucka.” Hubert braced himself low, and ushered the bot to charge him. Mongoose revved up and let loose. It darted at Hubert at full speed. He braced up, got low, and charged toward it. The bot barreled right in.  Inches away from one another, Hubert pulled a Madden 2006 spin move and evaded the bot. Successfully dodging it, and sending it heading full speed toward the Bezos’ swimming pool. The bot plunged into the salt water pool, and its systems stood no chance. It let out a robotic squeal, almost like a pig, as if some lonely engineer once believed that the robot should feel pain. Hubert watched in more disgust than fear. The bot triggered its self-destruct, acting like a depth charge and launching pool water into the air and showering down on the entire backyard. Hubert came too, wiped the water from his face, and now noticed he was only a few more feet from the gyrocopter. But then he came to his senses and remembered that the other two machines were in pursuit. He did a combat role and ducked behind a chiminea and a grill that Zuckerberg had left over. Hubert took a safe peek and saw (fear) making a slow approach into the backyard, its sensors were outdated so it scanned slowly. Walking behind it was George Washington Carver cradling the corpse of Mrs. Bezos in a gentle yet predatory way, like that of the Creature from the Black Lagoon.  The machine spoke in Microsoft Sam voice. “Sir, please come here sir. She is hurt. She is hurt. Please sir, she needs medical assistance. Please sir.” Mrs. Bezos was very obviously dead, her head was bashed in by the grenade round and the machine gun fire made a mess of her body.  George Washington Carver proceeded to walk into the backyard, looking for his target and continuing his charade. “Sir, please help. She is hurt. She is hurt.” Hubert was so close to the gyrocopter. He needed to distract (fear) in order to have a chance at getting away. He looked around and noticed a piece of shrapnel that was once at part of Mongoose was close by. He grabbed it and gave it a long throw, away from him and toward the far end of the yard.  It landed with a solid thud in the Bezos’ kale garden and (fear) growled, cocked its sensor and camera toward the noise and fired a 3 round burst. It laid waste to the garden and approached the decoy sound.  Hubert took a chance that he could now get to the gyrocopter and get it airborne before George Washington Carver could close the distance.  He took a deep breath and sprinted. He was moving fast, and so far all he could hear was his heart pounding and his feet moving on the wet grass. He made it to the aircraft and got in the seat, taking control of the Xbox controller and hitting the power on switch. The rotors began to spin, and the noise alerted the machines.  (fear) aimed its weapon and motion sensor toward the sound but failed to pick up Hubert. Chinese tech was forever failing to lock in on black people’s facial signatures. The sensors and cameras searched aimlessly, failing to make a target.  George Washington Carver closed in. Still carrying the corpse of the woman. “You cannot go, sir.” It spoke. The gyrocopter was almost at takeoff speed, the rotors spun and it began to lift off the helipad. Hubert moved the analog sticks. George Washington Carver lifted the corpse of Mrs. Bezos above his head and launched her at the gyrocopter. “Aww shit!” Hubert pitched the craft forward, putting the rotors between him and the corpse projectile. The body was immediately shredded. A pink mist filled the air and through the fog of blood was George Washington Carver.  Hubert maintained control of the gyrocopter but he was coming forward and way too low. He began to pull up and narrowly avoided the house, pulling a 180 back toward the pool.  George Washington Carver pursued and was close behind. The craft now directly over the pool. George Washington Carver ran and sprung off the diving board into the air, grabbing on to the rear landing gear.  Hubert jerked the controls to counter the weight, the craft was now in a spiral above the backyard. George Washington Carvers voice unit let out a walkie-talkie type scratch and on the other end was Bezos. “You fuck my wife and think you’ll get away? You’re gonna pay you son of a bitch. I’ll be sure to make you pay.” The gyrocopter spun and spun, control was almost completely gone. Hubert clenched his teeth together and tried to get a hold on the craft but it wasn’t going to happen. They were coming down hard directly into a bonsai garden below. George Washington Carver let go at the last second and performed a tuck and roll.  The gyrocopter crashed, sending Hubert out of the seat and into a collection of oriental plants. -