The Killer Robot

Microfiction

She poured petroleum into her hip-port as an automatic teller scanned the bar-code on her soles.

‘You’re one killer robot, miss’ said a voice from behind.

She whipped her head around and took in her new friend, all 6 feet of him. He had a sharp jaw and an intriguing smile, but it was dotted with mayonnaise and he smelled faintly of cabbage.

‘I sure am,’ she purred, shooting him point blank through the temple.