hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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First time writer here shyly presents this piece of saggy toast wrapped in used gym sock, hoping it is trashy enough to please the senior dumpster-divers.

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The Asset has been awake for approximately sixteen minutes when Handler Rogers wakes up.

For a moment, Handler Rogers looks at the Asset with a blank stare, then he gets up and moved over to where the Asset lies on its resting pallet in the corner.

Handler Rogers is a very big, strong man, stronger than the Asset. He looks even bigger like this from the low vantage point on the floor. He is only dressed in a pair of low hanging dark sleep pants. A soft smile tells the Asset that Handler Rogers is pleased with it.

“Morning report, Asset,” Handler Rogers commands with a heavy yawn as he crouches down to pull the weighted thermal-blanket off it. The cool morning air on naked skin causes it to shiver for a moment before it can stop itself.

“The Asset is fully rested and ready to receive its next mission. Additionally, one memory fragment is primed to be recorded,” It responds. Warmth spreads in the Asset's belly for a moment, but it dismisses the sensation as unimportant information.

“Excellent!” Handler Rogers sounds pleased, the warmth grows a little. “Your primary objective right now is to write down as much as you remember of it, performing your morning hygiene is secondary to that. Then, when you are done, report to me in the kitchen. Understood?” Handler Rogers instructs as he unlocks the mag-cuffs from the Asset's limbs one by one with a finger to their touch pads.

“Confirmed. Mission objectives are; Record memory fragment in the logbook, perform morning hygiene procedures and finally report back to Handler Rogers in the kitchen for the next mission.” The Asset refrains from reporting the elevated pulse drumming in its ears.

“Affirmative,” Handler Rogers squeezes the Asset's shoulder gently. The warm handprint stays after he lets go. “Execute.”

The last cuff snaps open, and the Asset rises to its feet in one smooth motion. Handler Rogers follows it up, he is still bigger than the Asset, if only by a few inches. The Asset doesn't meet Handler Rogers’s eyes, keeps its head down. The warm feeling grows some more, but that is not important enough to warrant a report either.

Handler Rogers steps aside, moves to pull up the blinds on the window, letting early morning light in.

It has a mission, it will complete that mission and please Handler Rogers.

The tablet left on the bedside table responds under the Asset’s fingers. Handler Rogers leaves the bedroom after a few minutes of supervising its work. The thermostat says that the temperature remains the same, but the Asset shivers anyway; the warmth fading as soon as Handler Rogers closed the door.

The memory fragment consists primarily of pain and a sequence of events in which a blond boy made out of elbows and scowls, kneels over another boy in a dirty alley.
Three other boys lie unconscious around them.
The scowling boy has a bloodied lip and the beginning of a big bruise along the side of his face.
The scowling boy says, “What did you do that for? I had them!”

That is funny for some reason. The boy who is in a lot of pain responds with a laugh, “Sure you did. Idiot.”

The scowling boy's blue eyes twinkle. “Jerk,” he says.

After that, the fragment ends.

The Asset writes everything down with as much detail as it can remember. This is different from other mission debriefings. There is less emphasis on tactical data and more information on how it “felt”.

Handler Rogers explained that the recording of memory fragments were part of a set of cognitive exercises. It doesn't understand how or why, but it's not the Asset's place to question the orders of a handler.

When the fragment is sufficiently documented, the Asset returns the tablet to the bedside table and enters the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

The light blue tiled floor is warm under the Asset's feet. The bathroom is spacious, shiny white tiles along the walls are larger than the ones on the floor.

First the Asset relieves its waste before starting the internal clean out. The shower is equipped with a douche for this purpose.

Biting through the cramps, it expedites the procedure with a set of uncomfortable motions. Once the Asset's bowels have been sufficiently washed it can proceed with cleaning the outside.

Handler Rogers instructed the Asset to use warm water even though it would be a waste.

As strong jets of heat pour down on it, the Asset takes thirty seconds to do nothing but stand there feeling the water flow over it, washing away the impurities that make it unworthy of belonging to Handler Rogers.

Except. Nothing could ever wash it clean in the way it would need for that because Handler Rogers -Steven Grant Rogers- is a good man. He is the best Handler the Asset has ever had, some days it can't believe how lucky it is.

The Asset finishes its half-minute of stolen time with a silent vow to be better for Handler Rogers, to work harder. That way, maybe, one day it will be worthy.

For now it gets as clean as it can get.

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Yes! *coughs* Uh, yes, it's fine, thanks.

No, seriously. Can't get enough of this sort of thing.

+100,000,000

yes please more <3 I love it

This is beautiful

Shit, this is good. This is so, so good. I will read as much of this as you want to write, anon.

DA, seconding this!

This is heartbreaking and beautiful, I mean it!

"a blond boy made out of elbows and scowls"
"a blond boy made out of elbows and scowls"
"elbows and scowls"
"made out of elbows and scowls"

I cannot even believe how amazing this is. Solid fuckin' gold in the alley muck, right here

AA here,

Thank you! It means so much to me that you noticed that line!
I was afraid my clumsy writing might have ruined it.

You actually made me jump around giggle like a madman!

Thank you for commenting!

This is the good shit oh no halp

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