Chapter 1-Machina
Barn, 8:52 p.m.
"So how exactly does this thing work again Drake?" asked Otis as he sat down for breakfast, a white napkin tied around his neck, holding a fork and a knife, and a white platter in front of him. Above his plate, a cylindrical hose pointed at his plate. The hose was connected to the top of a machine that looked like the back of a cement mixer.
"Why it's quite simple really," said Drake from the top of the machine, "This is my Atomic Rearrangement Machine, or ARM. I've just finished building it yesterday, and now I want to try it out for a spin. What I'm going to do is turn this pile of hay into delicious Belgium Waffles. Just a test, hopefully when I'm fully done I'll be able to make full bullets and parts for all my weapons, but for now, Belgium Waffles."
Drake started up the machine, which hummed and whirred to life.
"Ok! Get Ready!" exclaimed Drake "I'm not sure how fast the waffles will come out but do be prepared if they fly out! Well, just be prepared if anything flies out really!"
Drake dropped the hay into a receptacle, and then twisted a knob.
"Ok, do be ready this time!"
The machine whirred and hummed, and then shook. A 'ding!' was heard, and 10 Belgium Waffles came out of the hose and landed on Otis's plate.
There was silence.
"Ah! Brilliant! It worked!" exclaimed Drake, "I'm a genius! Not that I already am, but now more!"
Otis took a bite of the waffles.
"Mmm!" said Otis, "These are some dang good waffles!"
Drake jumped down, and DJ came out still cuddling Missy.
He gaped at the big machine.
"What the hell is this?" exclaimed DJ
"Something I built that you never will." said Drake, who sighed "It's called an Atomic Rearrangement Machine, or ARM. It can turn hay into waffles and vice versa."
"WAY COOL!" shouted DJ, and he ran over to it. "Can I try it?"
"Certainly." said Drake
"Really?" asked DJ
"Yes." said Drake, "I suppose you're actually quite fun when you're not whining as much."
"Thanks Drake!" exclaimed DJ, "You're a real pal! I can see why you and Miller are best friends!"
Drake watched as DJ made waffles from hay, and then thought something about him and Miller.
"XXI." he muttered, then chuckled.
He wondered if Miller would remember.