This snippet was based on using the last line of the previous entrant's story as the first line of my own...I picked up a killer.
His words trailed off as the officer disintegrated before his eyes, part of him flying into the hedgerow, part into the row of chrysanthemum’s behind them.
Damn these artificial police officers. The mark 3’s just weren’t sturdy enough for field work.
Ten of the mark 2’s had exploded before anyone realized that a blip in their circuitry was reacting to exposure to chlorophyll and blowing the systems. The Mark 3’s were supposed to have been fixed. At least this one had been OK until he sniffed a daisy.
Matthison pressed the button on his intercom.
“Er – Trath? We seem to have sorted the chlorophyll problem.”
His earpiece crackled with static, then Trath’s voice exploded in his ear.
“Really? Hey, dude, that’s good news!”
Matthison’s face twisted into a grimace within his isolator mask. He’d hoped for success: then the artificials would be out here 24-7 instead of him, looking out for the enviros who were trying to destroy the pure-bred pollaxes. Why the grath couldn’t they see that pollaxes were the only way to feed the population since the Great Contamination? If they got the artificials right, then he wouldn’t have to risk his own ass in the storm of hatha-particles which still filled the atmosphere. Matthison cleared his throat and flicked the intercom switch again.
“Not exactly…they’ve developed a severe case of hayfever instead.”