Of Androids and World Wars

Chapter 1 – Wii Welcome You to the Present

Author's Note: Sorry if I got a little too carried away with the beginning. I was really descriptive with the whole game…lol XD What can I say? I know Mario Kart…..

This chapter is not meant to make fun of any race. I just used a Japanese kid just because. Nothing more, nothing less. So don't get mad at me for it.

~ Enjoy! ~

"Oh come on! That dude's cheating!" Alfred whined from his spot on the couch. He was playing one of his favorite Wii games, Mario Kart, in his room in the White House and was facing off against kids from around the world. Constantly, one kid from Japan was always beating him, coming in first for every race. Sure, Alfred was coming in second and that's all fine and dandy. But he wanted to be first, dang it!

"I'll beat 'cha this time, kid!" Alfred yelled confidently towards his TV. When the course Rainbow Road was picked as the next track, Alfred almost shouted again in joy. That was his best track. He for sure wouldn't lose this time. "Here we go!" he muttered to himself, giddy with anticipation when the countdown started. Once the number '2' started to disappear on the screen he pressed down the A button and revved his bike's engine. When the light turned green he shot off from his boost and was instantly in the lead…..or at least he would've been if it hadn't been for the Japanese kid getting the same boost as him.

Holding his Wii Wheel steady the whole time, he was doing really well. Both he and the kid from Japan were tied for ¾ of the entire race, neither one showing any signs of giving up. Randomly, though, the Japanese kid got a mushroom and used it, causing him to take first yet again, but Alfred wasn't giving up. Oh no, he was far from that point. "I still have a chance to win this," he thought to himself. As soon as the thought came to him, he saw a blue blur fly over his head (in the game) that was heading for the Japanese kid's kart. "A blue shell? YES!" Alfred yelled in excitement. "This is my chance man!" He passed by his number one opponent with ease and took the lead for the first time since he started playing. "Woohoo!" he exclaimed throwing a fist into the air in his achievement. "Now all I have to do is cross that finish line!" It's a shame Al's luck couldn't last forever though. When the finish was within his sight, a blue shell came out of nowhere and struck him too. The effects lasted long enough for the Japanese kid to catch up and beat him yet again, along with several others. By the time Al crossed the finish line, he was in 6th place. "This…..sucks….ASS!"

"Alfred?" asked a deep voice that came from the open door to Al's room.

"Oh hey Mr. President!" Al replied loudly. He cocked his head to the side in thought and asked with a smile on his face, "What's up?"

"I was just wondering what all the shouting was about this time." The President began shaking his head and then mumbled, "Should've known it would be about a videogame…..again."

"Hahaha, yeah. Sorry about that," Alfred said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's fine. Hey, I was just thinking. Since you have all this free time on your hands, maybe you could help me out with something." Now kiddies, let's remind ourselves that this is the President. When he wants you to help with something, you do not turn him down. He's a man of power…..you do not mess with power. Even Alfred knows that.

"Sure thing sir!" Alfred exclaimed with a salute. With that he got up from the couch, turned the Wii off (while muttering something about getting back at that kid from Japan), and met the President outside his door.

"Great, I was wondering if you could try to clean the basement up a little bit for me. Everyone else is busy and since you have all this free time…" he trailed off, hoping Alfred got the message. After a couple seconds, he did. Al wasn't too pleased, but he didn't want the President to know that. He simply smiled and nodded a couple times to the President and then made his way, slowly, to the basement. Once he rounded the corner, the President muttered to himself, "I can tell he's not happy, but maybe he'll learn something from this." "Like not cussing loudly in the White House," he thought to himself. With that thought on his mind, he smiled and headed back to his office…..which was just a few doors down the hall.

"Dude, it's really dark down here," Al said to himself shakily. He shook his entire body, trying to get rid of the nerves as he found the light switch and turned the basement lights on. "Ah, that's better!"

Looking around the room, he could see there were tons of boxes. What they contained was a mystery to him though. All the years he'd spent in the White House and he'd only been down here a few times, and that was to help the housekeepers bring out the holiday decorations. "Wonder where I should….. start…." he said, his voice trailing off as he found a rather large box in the corner of the room. Walking through the unorganized boxes, he made his way to the large crate that was labeled 'defective' on all sides.

"Hmm, I wonder what's in there," Alfred muttered to himself. Taking a look over his shoulder to make sure no one was there, he turned his attention back to the crate and gripped the edges roughly, attempting to rip it apart. Sadly, even though he wasn't human, he still wasn't able to break the wooden crate. "Hmm," Alfred began to think. "There's got to be something around here that I can use to break it open…..but what would…ah!" he shouted, spotting a lone power saw in one of the smaller, already opened, boxes.

"Alright! Now if I could just find a power outlet," he said, mimicking Ace Ventura's famous line. It really didn't take him too long though. Within seconds of shuffling boxes away from the walls he was able to find one, very close to the crate even. Turning it on, he slowly cut away at the edges on one side so that he could open it more easily. Successfully, he managed to do so. Turning off the power saw and placing it back where he found it, he sauntered back over to the now barely opened crate. Once again grabbing a hold of the opened side, he was able to pull it off this time. What he saw inside shocked him, causing him to gasp.

A teen girl was standing inside, looking asleep. She had long wavy brown hair, and a pale complexion. He noticed that she wore an old style type of grey dress, like what you'd usually see on women back in the mid-1900s. She was a little short in his opinion, but then again so were a lot of people. With him being over 6 ft. tall, that tended to happen to him a lot. He couldn't tell what her eye color was though because her eyes were closed. Well, he'd fix that. Shaking her shoulder a little roughly, he tried waking her up.

"Hey," he said softly, not wanting to anger her…..just in case. God only knows why a girl was being holed up in a crate labeled 'defective'. "Is she even human?...Maybe she's just like me! I could have her meet all of my friends if that's the case!" Alfred thought excitedly. This caused him to shake her even more. "Hey!" he said a tad more loudly so that she might hear him this time. Still no luck though. He thought a bit more on what to do now. "I could always try slapping her awake…." He quickly dismissed that thought though.

"Hahaha, yeah that'd be the worst way to meet a girl. I can just picture it now. 'So Alfred, how did you two meet?' 'Oh ya know, I just bitch-slapped her awake. It was love at first sight. Hahaha haha ha!' Yeah, that'd go over real well with Iggy." He laughed to himself at the hilarity of it all. Shaking his head of anymore distracting thoughts, he went back to the task at hand.

"Okay, I'll try yelling one more time." He took a big, deep breath before belting out the only word he'd need to say. "HEY!" he exclaimed while shaking the poor girl profusely. Her head lolled back and forth like a rag doll's would, but when he stopped it snapped back into place as if though he never shook her. "Okay that's just weird. Usually people pay attention to me by this point. I'm not sure I can get much louder than that." Once again he went back to the drawing board. Thinking this much was giving him a headache. "Maybe I should just take her upstairs and have someone help me." Going with that idea, he picked her up out of the box as carefully as he could and held her bridal style. Walking through the maze-like setup of boxes on the floor was a bit of a challenge for him though. In fact, it proved to be too much of a challenge because he tripped over one of them. He landed roughly, but still held the girl in his arms, as dust flew into the air. His fingers on his left hand brushed over the bottom of her head as he braced that part of her against himself tightly. Unknowingly, his fingers pressed the button located on that part of her body and caused her to wake up from her very long slumber.

"Settings…." she said in a robotic voice that caused Alfred to jump a little in surprise.

"What?" he asked her. Did he hear her right?

"Freeze?..." she asked him. "Freeze? What the hell is she asking?" he thought. Waiting too long, she continued on to the next option.

"Off?..." she asked him next. "Off? What is this? And why does she sound like a robot?" "Hello?" he asked her, confusion dripping from his voice. He got no response in return.

"On?..." she asked him the next option. He looked at the back of her neck and spotted a button and immediately pressed it out of curiosity, unintentionally turning on a fighter android. Instantly, her limbs turned into jelly as they lost the stiffness they held before.

"Ugh….." she muttered. Alfred gasped again. "Is she awake now?" he asked himself in his head. Getting up, he held her out from his chest so that he could get a better look at her. Sure enough her eyes were open…..half open, but still open. He shook her gently to get her attention.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked her with concern in his voice.

"Hngh…" she mumbled. Looking up at him, he could finally see she had hazel eyes; she blinked several times before answering him. "Who are you?"

He gave her his award winning smile before yelling, "I'm Alfred! The personification of the United States of America! What's your name girlie?" His smile and loud enthusiasm caused the robot to smile back. Sadly, her smile didn't last long.

"I don't have a name," the robotic girl muttered sadly.

"What? Dude that's insane!" he yelled back at her. "Why don't you?"

"No one named me when I was created." "Created?" Al thought. "What does she mean by that? Is she talking about when she was born?"

"…..I'll just name you myself then!" Alfred bellowed happily. Closing his eyes and tapping his chin in contemplation, he began brainstorming some cute girl names. "Justine?" The girl looked at him with a blank look. "I guess not…" Alfred thought. "Hmm…..what about…..Abby?" Again, he only got a blank stare in return. "Feel free to let me know if you like one that I say." She smirked at his comment.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you when I do," she replied. He smiled and continued to think.

"I'm just gonna throw some names at 'cha. You ready for this?" Receiving a nod, he took a deep breath before saying, "Cassidy…Mara…Becca….Danika….Megan…Brooke…Karla-"

"That one," the girl said with sudden interest. Alfred had to stop and think over what one he said.

"What one?"

"Karla….that one sounds pretty," she said with a satisfied smile.

Returning her smile, he said proudly, "I agree! It suits you." That earned him a blush from his new friend. "Well then, Karla, would you like to head upstairs with me?" Al asked, trying out her new name for the first time. She looked around the basement a little scared; glancing over at the box she was stored in with distaste. Not knowing what else to do, she nodded. Alfred helped her stand up, which took a while if I may add. Hey, if you'd been stuffed in a crate for years, your legs would lose their ability to walk too! "You know how to walk, right?" Alfred joked while balancing her with his arm around her waist. Karla glanced up at him with a peeved off look on her face.

"Yes, I do….er did. How long have I been in that box?" she asked, more to herself than Alfred. Alfred looked puzzled by her question.

"I have no idea. What were you doing in there anyways?"

"I was put in there."

"What?" Al was shocked to hear this. "Who would put a girl in a box in the White House basement and then leave her there?" "Why were you put in there, and by who?" he continued to question her.

"If I remember correctly, I was put in there by two large men because I didn't agree with the President's plans for me." "Okay," Alfred thought, "this is sounding a little suspicious."

"What did he plan for you?"

"He wanted me to fight for the United States in the war against Germany." Now that puzzled Alfred. The last time the United States went to war with Germany was back in 1941 during World War 2 and back then, women weren't even allowed to fight in the war.

"You aren't talking about World War 2, are you?" he asked, just to be sure.

"I am." Al's eyes suddenly became the size of dinner plates after hearing those two words. But then again, it made sense because she was wearing a 1940s style dress….no one wore those nowadays.

"That's impossible. If you've been in that box since 1941, then you should look old. So why do you look hot?" Karla furrowed her brows in misunderstanding.

"Hot? But I'm of room temperature." Alfred looked confused but then realized the mix-up. He laughed obnoxiously loud before explaining what he meant.

"No, no. I meant why do you look so young? If you're human you actually should've died due to lack of food and water after being in that box for that long."

"Oh, that's because I'm not human," she said matter-of-factly. Alfred continued to stare at his new companion in shock. "If she's not human…..then what is she?" he thought to himself.

December 20th, 1941

I have begun constructing the robot. With our current technology, it won't be as impressive as the President thinks it will be (perhaps in the near future, technology will make his dreams come true), but that doesn't mean it won't be incredible. I mean, my team and I are making a dangerous robot that could possibly take down entire countries all on its own. Plus, not only does he want the robot to be applicable to war, but also to make it appear and act as if it is human. I've never heard of such a thing! I can see why he doesn't want word to get out, because if it does it could start another World War…..and the United States would be the cause of it.

- Professor Noah Lott

Author's Note: I'm sure there's someone out there who's heard of Ace Ventura's line that I was referring to. If not, maybe this'll help, "Now if I can just find a parking space!" Hahaha that is one of the funniest movies you will ever see. :)

Dun, dun, dun….cliffhanger!...for Alfred. You guys already know what she is, but he doesn't have a clue. I couldn't find a better place to end the chapter than there, so no complaining! Lol See ya next time!

Also, review please! I want to know what your opinions are on this story! Do you like it? Love it? Want more of it? Hahahaha song reference….sorry about that. :D