The Future is Epidemic
A Fanfic by Retrosimplicity
Written in Engrish
As she was struck with a Japanese-flavored bullet she screamed, the sound of her ear-splitting voice piercing the night sky. Because it was the future. Losing control of her muscles, she saw rather than felt herself falling backward, smacking her head against the rain-soaked concrete with a thud. Her eyesight blurred, as rain drops and tears mixed on her face. It was all over, there was no going back. Her ghost was slipping away and there was nothing she could do, if only it hadn't happened that way…
Waking with a start and reflexively bolting upright, Stewart gasped for breath. What a nightmare, he thought. "Dancing teddy bears scare the hell out me," he said. "And milk."
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The next day, Stewart arrived late for his Animatronics Design Theory 105. "Late again, you little bitch," Prof. Martin uttered violently as Stewart dropped his book bag and took his seat. With confused looks on their faces, the other students eyed Stewart suspiciously. Prof. Martin smiled and called the class's attention by batting his robot cane against his desk. "Now then class, the word I have just uttered was from the first era of animatronics which we discussed last time. It was an expletive comparable to the 'X' word or the '9-T' word of today." Recognition played across the students' faces as he continued. "Of course, I would never use such foul language, I merely said it to demonstrate the example we were discussing when Mr. Fizzle interrupted…"
Meanwhile, Stewart had already laid his head on the desk and was dozing off. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night because of that awful dream. But what did it mean? It didn't matter now though, as his dreams turned instead to Yokuikoko-san, and her sensual, voluptuous body.
Fatal Error 86.7-53.09
Attempting re-boot…
The next day, Stewart arrived late for his Animatronics Design Theory 205. "Late again, you little bitch," Prof. Martin uttered violently as Stewart dropped his book bag and took his seat. With confused looks on their faces, the other students eyed Stewart suspiciously. Prof. Martin smiled and called the class's attention by batting his robot cane against his desk. "Now then class, the word I have just uttered was from the first era of animatronics which we discussed last time. It was an expletive comparable to the 'X' word or the '9-T' word of today." Recognition played across the students' faces as he continued. "Of course, I would never use such foul language, I merely said it to demonstrate the example we were discussing when Mr. Fizzle interrupted…"
Meanwhile, Stewart had already laid his head on the desk and was dozing off. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night because of that awful dream. But what did it mean? It didn't matter now though, as his dreams turned instead to Yokuikoko-san, and her sensual, voluptuous body. Too bad she was way out of his league. But that body…drool.
The thunderous smack of the robot cane against his desk awoke Stewart violently. "Care to enlighten us with the answer, Mr. Fizzle?" Stewart picked up his head off the table and shook the cobwebs out, realizing that his face and top of his shirt was moist with spittle. The entire class, all four of them, were staring at him.
"Um…because there is no camera, Sir?"
A look of shock and alarm played across the Professor's face, he turned on his heel to gaze at the projection on the board, then back again toward the class. "Brilliant Mr. Fizzle!" With a smile on his face, he slapped his robot cane against the table and continued with the lecture.
Gazing around the room with a mischievous grin on his face, it was then that Stewart noticed the new student in the back corner…
End Transmission