Cohost Sapphic September 2024 writing prompt: 15 — Girls who hold forth
“Hey Bryony, why’s a robotgirl T-posed face down on the floor?”
“Shut UP!” Bryony yells, rattling away on a mechanical keyboard so it sounds like robot ducks are pecking each other to death. “I’m WORKING!”
“Aight, Doctor Frankenstein,” her roommate mutters, slinging her bag and shoes by the door and grabbing a bottle of iced tea from the fridge.
“Shut UP,” Bryony says. “Her bootloader’s broken and I’m logged in on a barely-documented serial debug port on pin headers that I had to shuck half her skin to get to and her firmware is some GODAWFUL PERVERT STACK LANGUAGE INTERPRETER that I’m having to use to bang rocks together in Reverse Polish to bit-bang some secret NDA’d shit to bring up her fucking RAM CONTROLLER by fucking HAND—”
“Haha bit-bang,” her roommate mutters under her breath, just because she knows it’d make Bryony blow a gasket if she heard it in this state.
“And her girlfriend is CRYING downstairs on Mel’s couch and if I don’t make any fucking PROGRESS soon I’ll have to hand her back BRICKED to go to fucking WORK and Mel will try to fuck her girlfriend because crying is fucking CATNIP for that creep and then it’ll be wall-to-wall DRAMA FOR WEEKS—”
Bryony hits Enter much harder than necessary. The robotgirl twitches.
“That’s a relatively good sign,” Bryony allows grudgingly, at nearly a normal-person volume. Her roommate wordlessly shoves another bottle of iced tea into her hand. “…Thanks.”
