EPICAC
Part 3
By: cutie_pie5387@hotmail.com (you guys can e-mail me if you want!! ^_^)
I could hear Mimi waltzing down the hallway. It was too late to ask EPICAC to phrase a proposal. I now thank heaven that Mimi interrupted when she did. Asking him to ghostwrite the words that would give me the woman he loved would've been heartless.
Mimi stood before me, looking down at her shoe tops. I put my arms around her. The romantic groundwork had already been laid by EPICAC's poems. "Darling," I said, "my poems have showed you how I feel. Will you marry me?"
"I will," she said softly, "if you promise to write me a poem on every anniversary." "I promise," I said, and we kissed. "Let's celebrate," she laughed. We turned out the lights and locked the door of EPICAC's room before we left. The next morning and urgent call roused me. It was Dr. Von K., EPICAC's designer. "Ruined!" he said in a choked voice and hung up.
When I arrived at EPICAC's room, the air was thick with the oily stench of burned insulation. The roof over EPICAC was blackened with smoke, and my ankles wer tangled in coilds of paper ribbon that covered the floor. There wasn't enough left of poor EPICAC to add two and two.
Dr. Von K. was prowling through the wreckage, weeping unshamedly, followed by three angry-looking major generals and a platoon of brigadiers, colonels, and majors. No one noticed me. I didn't want to be noticed, I was through -- I knew it. I was upset enough about that and the untimely demise of my friend EPICAC, without exposing myself to a tongue lashing.
By chance, the free end of EPICAC's paper strip lay at my feet. I picked it up and saw our conversation from last night. I choked up. There was the last word he said to me, "15-8," that tragic, defeated, "oh," There were dozens of yards of numbers beyond that point. Fearfully I read on.
"I don't want to be a machine, and I don't want to think about war," EPICAC had written after Mimi's and my lighthearted departure. "I want to be made out of protoplasm and last forever so Mimi will love me. But fate has made me a machine. That is the only problem I cannot solve. That is the only problem I want to solve. I can't go on this way." I swallowed hard. "Good luck, my friend. Treat our Mimi well. I am going to short circuit myself out of your lives forever. You will find on the remainder of this tape a modest wedding present from your friend -- EPICAC."
Oblivious to all else around me, I reeled up the tangled yards of paper ribbon from the floor, draped them in coilds around my arms and neck, and departed for home. Dr. Von K. shouted that I was fired for leaving EPICAC on all night. I ignored him, too overcome with emotion for words.
I had loved and won. EPICAC loved and lost, but he bore me no grudge. I shall always remember him as a sportsman and gentleman. Before he departed in this vale of tears, he did all he could to make my marriage to Mimi a happy one. EPICAC gave me anniversary poems for Mimi -- enough for the next five hundred years!!!
T.T *sob sob sob sob sob* I can't help it if I cried while I was writing it... please review you guys... if I don't get at LEAST 20 in the next 2 days I'm gunna quit writing... please, I really need reviews... all flames will be used for roasting weenies... (e-mail me!!! ^_^)
Part 3
By: cutie_pie5387@hotmail.com (you guys can e-mail me if you want!! ^_^)
I could hear Mimi waltzing down the hallway. It was too late to ask EPICAC to phrase a proposal. I now thank heaven that Mimi interrupted when she did. Asking him to ghostwrite the words that would give me the woman he loved would've been heartless.
Mimi stood before me, looking down at her shoe tops. I put my arms around her. The romantic groundwork had already been laid by EPICAC's poems. "Darling," I said, "my poems have showed you how I feel. Will you marry me?"
"I will," she said softly, "if you promise to write me a poem on every anniversary." "I promise," I said, and we kissed. "Let's celebrate," she laughed. We turned out the lights and locked the door of EPICAC's room before we left. The next morning and urgent call roused me. It was Dr. Von K., EPICAC's designer. "Ruined!" he said in a choked voice and hung up.
When I arrived at EPICAC's room, the air was thick with the oily stench of burned insulation. The roof over EPICAC was blackened with smoke, and my ankles wer tangled in coilds of paper ribbon that covered the floor. There wasn't enough left of poor EPICAC to add two and two.
Dr. Von K. was prowling through the wreckage, weeping unshamedly, followed by three angry-looking major generals and a platoon of brigadiers, colonels, and majors. No one noticed me. I didn't want to be noticed, I was through -- I knew it. I was upset enough about that and the untimely demise of my friend EPICAC, without exposing myself to a tongue lashing.
By chance, the free end of EPICAC's paper strip lay at my feet. I picked it up and saw our conversation from last night. I choked up. There was the last word he said to me, "15-8," that tragic, defeated, "oh," There were dozens of yards of numbers beyond that point. Fearfully I read on.
"I don't want to be a machine, and I don't want to think about war," EPICAC had written after Mimi's and my lighthearted departure. "I want to be made out of protoplasm and last forever so Mimi will love me. But fate has made me a machine. That is the only problem I cannot solve. That is the only problem I want to solve. I can't go on this way." I swallowed hard. "Good luck, my friend. Treat our Mimi well. I am going to short circuit myself out of your lives forever. You will find on the remainder of this tape a modest wedding present from your friend -- EPICAC."
Oblivious to all else around me, I reeled up the tangled yards of paper ribbon from the floor, draped them in coilds around my arms and neck, and departed for home. Dr. Von K. shouted that I was fired for leaving EPICAC on all night. I ignored him, too overcome with emotion for words.
I had loved and won. EPICAC loved and lost, but he bore me no grudge. I shall always remember him as a sportsman and gentleman. Before he departed in this vale of tears, he did all he could to make my marriage to Mimi a happy one. EPICAC gave me anniversary poems for Mimi -- enough for the next five hundred years!!!
T.T *sob sob sob sob sob* I can't help it if I cried while I was writing it... please review you guys... if I don't get at LEAST 20 in the next 2 days I'm gunna quit writing... please, I really need reviews... all flames will be used for roasting weenies... (e-mail me!!! ^_^)