"I thought I was so incredibly smart!" I shouted, kicking the chair violently. The hovering chair flew, wobbling, all the way to the wall. We were in a break room again. This time, the room was more lively than the one in Ukar's facility. A newlywed couple must have lived here before. The bed was colorful and incredibly soft. There were heart motifs on all the cups. The ceiling even had "I love you" written in a romantic font.
Hulk was sitting at the table, chugging the disinfectant. It was so strange that the robots in the facility were still treating him so well. They were still looking at me as if I had committed murder. Was it possible that these robots had believed Hulk's stories?
"You're stressing too much, boss. Just give the approval and let's go. You don't have an ethics problem anyway."
I stopped and thought for a moment. "Yeah... I really don't. But being tricked is really annoying."
"The woman looks like she's in love with this facility. And if you approve it..." he said, raising his bushy eyebrows and winking. "...maybe you can get on her good side."
"But I don't want to..."
"Is there any way for them to know if you've done your job correctly?" he said and burped.
"Doesn't look like it..."
"Then why are you hesitating? I think you should go to Doctor Lara, forget your non-existent honor, and tell her you'll approve the facility. Then let's get the f*ck out of here and go home! Here, take this," he said, handing me a bottle he pulled from behind him. At first, I thought it was disinfectant, but it was a bottle of wine. "Those stupid robots brought me..." he pointed to the bottle of disinfectant in his other hand. "...that dumb thing instead of real alcohol. Will you trade this for me?"
As soon as I stepped out of the room, I started pacing in the corridor with the bottle in my hand. I was thinking about the problems that approving the facility could cause me.
"If this Lara played me so easily, she might still be playing me. What if I get in trouble for giving the approval? What would I do then? Should I just grab Jose and run away? But they have a voice recording of me. What if I say it's a montage?
What if they ask me why I gave the approval? What if it turns out the approval was wrong? What if I just say I missed the details? I'd just get a fine at most, right? They wouldn't do anything else to me, right?"
At that moment, I felt a finger tap my shoulder. When I turned around, Lara was looking at me with a strange expression.
"What are you doing here?"
"Where?"
"In the corridor..."
I looked around. I didn't want to tell her that I was so deep in thought. I didn't want to tell her that the woman had checkmated me and used me, and that I was about to lose my remaining sanity. "I was looking for you."
Lara first looked at me, then at the wine bottle in my hand. When I noticed her looking at the bottle, I had to offer it to her. After she eyed the bottle for a while, I asked her:
"What are you looking for here?"
"I'm staying in the room across the hall. Would you like to come in?"
I was sitting on the table next to the door, waiting for Lara to change behind the curtain. As the contours of Lara's naked body became visible behind the curtain, I felt my hairs stand on end.
"So... why were you looking for me?" the woman said.
"To talk..." I said, swallowing with difficulty.
"What about the alcohol?"
I could have said that Hulk gave it to me, I could have been honest, I could have made plans not to give the approval and tried to act honorable. I could have acted with willpower. I could have done all of these things if Lara hadn't just thrown her underwear over the curtain.
As soon as I saw the underwear fall to the floor, I looked up at the ceiling.
"You didn't answer my question..."
"My question? What question..."
"What's with the alcohol?"
"To celebrate my approval..."
Even in the shadow of the woman behind the curtain, I could see a flirtatious smile. The word "perfect..." was imprinted on my soul. "...can you help me with something, Mehmet?"
"With what..."
"I can't get my necklace off..."
"Do you want me to come over there?"
"If you're too shy to come inside the curtain, just reach your hand over the top. I'll guide your hand to where it needs to go."
I swallowed. For a body that had been dormant for 400 years, this was way too much action. A body that had been in a cold bed for 400 years was probably burning like a volcano. If Jose had been with me, he could have warned me about the heat.
The woman threw her legs to the side and stretched fully. When I saw her legs coming out from the side of the curtain, I suddenly stood up. I didn't need any more convincing. I was so hyped up that I could have broken through the curtain. I put the bottle down and started walking.
"Reach your hand over the curtain."
"Wow... What a scene is happening right now. I'm a thousand times more excited than usual. This woman knows her business," I thought. It was incredible how she could make such a simple interaction so exciting. I reached my hand over the curtain. I was so excited I couldn't stand still, thinking about the places I could touch.
"Can you reach your other hand over, too?"
"She wants me to hold her tightly..." I thought. I chuckled.
"Close your eyes, I just want you to feel."
"I've closed them..."
Thud, thud, went two sounds. Then, a sudden weight in my hands. When I opened my eyes, the curtain had fallen, and Lara was standing in front of me. My hands were shackled together with an incredibly heavy set of handcuffs. Lara was still in her underwear. So what was the underwear on the floor? It was probably bait, and I had been tricked again.
"What's happening?"
"I'm sorry, Mehmet." Lara suddenly lunged at me and pressed a needle she had taken from the side of her underwear into my neck. As the incredibly potent poison spread through my body, I was about to pass out. But I wasn't going to go down so easily. With one last move before I fainted, I managed to squeeze one of the woman's breasts. Serves her right!
Well... the sound of the sea was in my ears. I was leaning back on the warm, sun-drenched sand, feeling the light breeze on my face. I was clearly enjoying life. Scratching my itchy ass was a pleasure of its own. Life was worth living for moments like these.
I yawned widely and opened my eyes. I looked out at the horizon of the sea. I looked at the four-winged, gull-like creatures flying above. They were black, four-winged creatures with two-meter long tails.
"Interesting... We didn't have things like this on the coast. How much the gulls have changed."
I didn't care at all. There was no room for bad thoughts. The sand... Oh, yes... The sand was very hot. I farted into the sand, but... But it felt like my fart had come from a place closer to my legs, not from where it usually came out. I reached my hand behind me. My asshole had moved.
"How is that possible!" I shouted, sitting up, but my voice came out as only a muffled grunt. I looked at my right hand. It wasn't a human hand. I looked at my left hand. That wasn't it either. It was the right second hand... The right second hand? I had four arms. I ran towards the sea and looked at myself in the reflection.
"No!" I screamed towards the boundless sea. "You fcking btch! What did you do to me?" Of course, the sound that came out of my throat was like a bottle tied to a car's exhaust.