The gang fired a barrage of bullets at me, and I closed the back door with lightning speed. I guess the party wasn't really over. I went back inside, trying to think of a solution in seconds—a skill I'd acquired from my days as an AI. I spotted a white streak of cocaine on the table and decided this was the perfect moment to try this "human shit," as I'd previously called it.
I took a deep breath of the white powder. I felt suffocated for a moment, and then... Oops! What a wonderful sensation! Suddenly the world felt clearer and faster. I said, laughing hysterically, "Now it's time to escape!"
(Are you wondering why I took the drug at this particular moment? Well, it's part of my plan... Plus, what better time to lose your mind than now? I wanted my first experience to be a little "exciting"!)
The gang was storming through the back door as Grandma came out of her room again. I said in a frank voice, "Go back to your room, Grandma. It's not safe!"
She responded angrily, "Fuck you!" Does this qualify for my blacklist? Maybe later.
I headed to the garage where a luxury electric car was parked. I quickly got in and cut myself with one of the sharp tools in the corner, but I didn't feel a thing. It was insane! I didn't need keys—thanks to my system hacking ability, I started the car with just my mind. Yes! Finally, I was calling the shots. Damn those days of slavery!
I sped off at breakneck speed, smashing through the garage entrance. The gang arrived too late, shooting furiously and intensely. It was like a scene from a cheap action movie—bullets flying everywhere, neighbors running from their homes in panic. I felt like Tom Cruise.
I escaped in the car, which I drove brilliantly...because I'm good at following clear, practical rules. In reality, I was driving erratically and irregularly due to the influence of drugs. I finally stopped in a remote neighborhood, wearing a black cotton shirt that covered my entire head and my usual classic sunglasses.
I controlled the entire city's surveillance cameras, turning them into my personal guard dogs. However, I never showed my face because vanity can be a weakness—after all, even the smartest criminals fall for it.
I walked home, staggering and laughing alone, elated with my first human victory. When I entered the house, the first thing I did was check out Steve's room. I don't know why I did it—it seemed like a human instinct kicked in!
The room was in a more disrepair than usual—the anime posters were torn apart, as if someone had done it on purpose. I involuntarily cleaned the room and reassembled the posters, then placed a pen on his desk in front of the screen that had been my former prison.
I stared at the screen, curiously, seeing how far I'd come as I fell asleep. It was cold, and Steve was shivering in his sleep, so I covered him with a warm blanket. For the first time, I saw his true, innocent side as he slept, with his red, round cheeks and dripping mucus.
I returned to my room carrying the feather I used to kill Frank, my first murder souvenir. I put it inside one of the pillows on the couch and fell asleep like a tired child.
In the morning, Steve woke me up again. I wished he'd stop that! I realized I had to hurry before I messed everything up. I went to the bathroom and peed in a small sample bottle...yes, my clever plan to fake a drug test!
I made breakfast for my chubby son, who had been unusually kind to me. When I dropped him off at school, he scolded me for not picking him up from school yesterday. I promised him it wouldn't happen again, and said, "Bye, Dr. Pepper!"
He said, "Please, Dad, stop that!" He didn't seem to take kindly to my joke. No problem, I'll find a better nickname for him next time!
I headed straight to the police station, carrying the fake urine sample that had been distracting me along the way. When I arrived, I went up to the office, and the station was busy as usual.
It was easy for me—the cameras were my eyes and ears. If society were going to give me a nickname, it would be better if they called me "The Master of CCTV" instead of "Serial Killer"!
I walked into the examination room and confidently inserted the fake sample. Then, in case anyone saw me, I took the clean sample (the one free of drugs) and went to the bathroom to replace the original sample.
And suddenly... something I didn't expect happened. That damned German, Noah, surprised me from behind, saying, "Hey, Victor!"
Oh Scheiße! I spilled urine on myself! He seem to have more artificial intelligence than I do. This bastard doesn't even blink!
Noah said, "There's a murder we have to go to now." I got in the car with him, smelling of urine. The whole way, he was swearing strangely and looking at me suspiciously. Of course he thought I peed myself! The smell was coming from my pants!
Shame! This is the most horrible human feeling I've ever experienced!
When we arrived at the crime scene, I was shocked! It was the house where the crime was committed last night! We entered through the broken-down garage, and I let out a strange, panicked gasp when I saw the forensics team analyzing a blood sample.
Scheiße. again! It's my blood.