Dios mios!
I sat in my shack, listening to the sinful partying of those outside, once again clutching my rosary beads and questioning why god had placed me in this...limbo? Hell? I knew not what it was. What I did know was that there were murders happening. I also knew that no one would stop drinking and playing the same three GOD DAMN MARIACHI SONGS OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Anyway, I also knew that everyone that had been able to drag themselves away from the damned party were dead. I knew what I needed to do. I prayed for the lord to give me the strength to do what I needed to do, and grabbed my bible, holy water, and one last taquito for the trip to heaven.
I walked outside, and as had happened every time I had ventured outside, a drunken partygoer dressed as a skeleton placed a novelty sombrero on my head. I sighed, and mumbled "Sinful bastard. I don't know why I'm bothering to save these people..." I pulled the sombrero down, covering my face so I would (hopefully) not be bothered. I threaded my way through throngs of drunk people grinding on each other pervertedly. Well, I assume they were grinding on each other. I clamped my eyes shut to avoid taking in so much sin. I eventually got out of the writhing mass of horrible sin, and found myself suddenly alone with nothing but a pile of mangled circuitry before me.
"Well, I don't know much about electronics, but I do know a thing or two about faith healing," I told the body (if you could call it that) of the godless machine before me. "Hopefully after this, your artificial mind will find Jesus." I popped the taquito in my mouth and opened up my bible. I swallowed and flipped through the bible looking for a passage that might apply to my current situation. After a few minutes I gave up and decided to make it up as I went along. "Almighty God, give life back to this... man. Give him new life and the strength to carry on his great mission of saving the poor souls here doomed to eternity in sin." I splashed some holy water on the robot, hoping it didn't mess up his circuitry, and praying that this sort of thing even worked on robots. Otherwise I was about to die for nothing. Luckily, the robot started glowing, and the seemingly irreparable damage done to it's circuitry was miraculously repairing itself.
Before I could continue, I was suddenly interrupted by a voice behind me. It spoke in an angry tone. "Hey, father. What are you doing so far away from the party?" I froze and whirled around. I found myself face to face with a sight I had put behind me long ago. One that I had convinced myself hadn't existed at all. The bullet hole in the middle of his forehead was exactly where I had put it years ago.
"...Manuel?" I manage. This was impossible! It was witchcraft. Ungodly. Sinful. Evil. I held up a crucifix to keep the awful memory away from me.
The face from my past cracked a wide, surprisingly white smile. "Father, you're white as a sheet. You would have thought you'd seen a ghost!"
I had to run. To flee from this unspeakable horror. This awful place. I suddenly decided that the sinful party didn't sound to bad after all. I couldn't seem to get my feet to move, though. I merely said "Dios mios!" and fell to my knees. I began praying to my merciful god.
"Father," Manuel said. "Don't try to pray for forgiveness. Don't think that that will make up for what you've done."
I found my voice at last. "No. Things are different now. I've changed! Look, I was sacrificing myself for this machine!"
Manuel did not look impressed. "So that just makes up for everything, huh? Is that what you think? One little good deed will erase all your sins? I hate to disappoint you, amigo, but it doesn't work that way."
"I found god. Truly!" I pleaded. "Please, allow me to finish."
"No can do. You're wanted in hell. El diablo wants words with you." Manuel raised a golden pistol with elaborate crosses embossed on its golden sides that I had thrown in a river a lifetime ago.
"No. No, please. Don't. I don't want to go! I want to go to heaven! No! Plea-"
BANG!
There was a sudden pain in my head, and it was gone instantly as I fell backwards. Manuel disappeared. The robot disappeared, and the distant lights disappeared. I felt myself falling. And things were getting rather hot...
