I break for the door. Grit my teeth and shoulder it open. It slams. Silence interrupts the carnage.
Our lives have been spent pursuing her through server jungles deep within urban carcasses. This is the last. Missiles are inbound, so I work quickly to isolate her flesh. Slice every wire. Pulse every machine.
As I rip her out of her bed, the sky explodes. I burn into her tender skin. The final hard drive melts, and Siri dies.
Submitted to the Esquire 78 word short short contest.