Chapter 1-Meet Wilbur Robinson
Wilbur Robinson was a regular kid at the age of fifteen. He was about 5'8, had slicked black hair with a cowlick and brilliant dark brown eyes. He was your average kid, with the exception that he lived in the year 2037 and his father was the reason why technology was so advanced today. Other than that he was a normal teenager.
Wilbur woke an a bright Saturday morning with a massive yawn. He looked around his circular room, which was a mess. He looked around until he found his favorite black shirt with a lightning bolt on the chest, some blue jeans and some sneakers. No sooner than he finished tying his shoes had his robotic friend Carl entered his room.
"Morning, Wilbur," said Carl as jumped onto Wilbur's bed which made Wilbur jumped several feet into the air before he landed back on his bed.
"Morning, Carl," Wilbur replied. "And how many times do I have to tell you, I go by Wil now?"
"That is an excellent question," said Carl.
"Hey, that's my line!" Wilbur replied.
"Well anyway, I came up to tell you that breakfast is ready," said Carl.
"Cool what'd you make?"
"Oh I didn't, for some reason your father wanted to make it."
"What did he make?"
"He tried to make pancakes?"
"Tried?"
"Yeah, they ended up being these little fleshy things."
Wilbur made a look of disgust. He almost fried his brain thinking about how could someone make flesh food out of trying to make pancakes. Three different versions of what it must have looked like flowed through his mind.
"Well," said Wilbur. "I guess I should check the out for myself."
Wilbur and Carl ran out of his room and proceeded down the stairs until they finally reached the kitchen.
They kitchen was mostly metallic with a few color decorations made by his mother. Next to the sink his father, Cornelius was scraping the food he prepared in the sink.
"Hey Dad," Wilbur said as he entered the room.
"Oh, hey son," his father said as he turned to face Wilbur.
Cornelius was the exact opposite of Wilbur. He had long, spiky blond hair, had bright blue eyes and was a bit on the nerdy side.
Wilbur look at his father failure.
"Brilliant failure, dad," he said.
"As I always say…" his father began.
"Keep moving forward," Wilbur finished. "But I think that we should just let Carl cook breakfast today, everyone is probably waiting to eat. Especially Uncle Joe."
Wilbur and Cornelius laughed at this.
"So Carl, can you cook breakfast?" Cornelius asked.
"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Robinson," Carl replied.
And with that Wilbur, Robinson and his father walked towards the exit, to meet the family in the Dining Hall.
