"A coward is just a hero with brains."
CHRISTINE II - THE SEQUEL
based on the lost script by King Stephen
and finally rewritten by Gard Eggesbø Abrahamsen
Huge machines, large, enormous, thrashing, smashing,
bashing, crushing the smaller, less harmfull machines that are
too weak to defend themselves. The human being is standing
by the side as the weakest, but still the most harmful
machines ever built.
The machines, built for the humans, to be slaves, working for
the humans, killing other machines, and sometimes other humans.
They rarely think with their metal brains. They just smash and
crush all day long, trusting the humans fully, until the
humans betray them and build other machines to crush the
Who's to decide which machine is to die and which machine is to
live? Other people would say that all machines are to die,
anyway. A law of nature that cannot be denied.
But machines die lonely, like they got into this world,
lonely. All of what is keeping them up is the small glimpses they
get of other machines. Still, there was one machine that
would not let go. She was a car, and her name was Christine.
Christine was born naughty. She "accidently" killed a human
that was checking out her gear, and she "accidently" killed a
few other people who were driving her. One could say that she
was giving the humans a rough ride.
There were, of course, exceptions. There were some people she
loved, but still, it was not the same as having another car. A
car she could spend her time with, having fun, go joyriding,
scaring stupid humans as it seemed as if they were driving
without a driver.
It was at a drive-in disco, she saw him. A brand new model
from Toyota. She drove around him a few times, racing the
engine. A passing human would easily confuse this sound with the
human word "Haaa".
Christine thought she liked the Toyota, but she wasn't quite
sure if he liked her. Surely, if she'd asked, he would say yes.
Definitely. He was hungry. Hungry for fun, hungry for
experiencing mad and crazy things together with another car. And
now, he was hungry for Christine.
The passing human looked a bit closer at Christine.
"Christine," it said. "Is that you, Christine?" Christine
raced her enigne once more. This time, it was not confused with
a "Haaa", but it was definitely interpreted as a threat.
The human stared at Christine as she pushed the gas in and
started racing towards it.
There was a little "splat" sound as the human
disintegrated. A little blood got stuck on Christine's front
windshield. She hurried to wipe it off before she returned to
"Toyota," she whispered into his gas tank. "My Toyota, my only
Toyota. You're the Toyota of my life. I want to spend the rest
of my days with you, Toyota." Then she threw a minute portion
of water at him and opened her hood.
The Toyota got quite amazed with this action and was about
to hopp on when Christine disappeared into thin air, leaving
only the exhaust behind. The Toyota caughed a bit before it
reluctantly rolled off to the nearest car cemetery and got
somewhat depressingly compressed by another machine.
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