Shifting Sands
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "You think i've got nothing better to do than sit around watching you serve chicken chasseur in a stool bucket?"
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Yes, these beloved fics are now back on! I still don't have my PC yet, but it may turn out i have lost all my information anyway, all those nifty cool scenes, ho hum. The musical is be a few days away from coming off hold, due to the fact i have to find all my lyrics and sort out all the requests again. Thanks for your patience :D
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Chapter 11 - Never listen to household appliances.
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Sidney gave a bored yawn as she and a few other Morlocks waited for Calisto to show up. The leader of the Morlocks had called them for a meeting, not saying what it was about. After a while, she finally arrived standing in front of them.
"I have bad news", she said with a sigh, "while some of our group were on a food raid, they noticed that the Power8 company had become very...active".
"I'm new at this", said Morph,raising his hand, "but i'm guessing that this isn't a good thing"
"No, it's not", said Evan, "it's a very BAD thing. They could start tipping their poison back into our water systems".
"Exactly", said Calisto with a nod, "that's why i want a few groups of you to go to two look-out points near the factory and keep a lookout on it".
She crossed her arms, looking at the assembled Morlocks.
"Facade, you and Caliban take the west side, by their river area, Cybelle and me will take the east", she said, "Sidney and Morph, you two take up look-out point from the neigbouring building.....no funny buisness, you two"
Morph looked the picture of inocence.
"My dear leader, we swear that of all the buisness we'll get up to, it won't be funny", he said, "nope, just run of the bill buisness, yup"
"This is serious, Morph", snapped Calisto, "Evan and Lucid, take the factory itself. Lucid can look through the walls and Evan can be there if anything goes wrong, though i remind you all, this is just an obervation mission, i don't want any heroics that aren't needed"
"Aye aye Captain", said Sidney with a salute.
"Why, why did i get stuck with these idiots?", asked Calisto with a sigh, shaking her head.
*****
Meanwhile, topside, Warlock was staring intently at a clock on the wall. Every time the second hand ticked, he would blink, for every minute, he would let out a long, sad sigh. Forge had already suffered through five hours of this...apparently, Alien teenagers got themselves grounded even worse than human ones did. After a very long and particually mournfull sigh, he gave a defeated groan.
"Oh allright", he said, "you did your time, kid, you can go"
Before Forge managed to finish the word 'go', Warlock had jumped up and started to race for the door. Forge cleared his throat, Warlock stopping to look at him.
"What have we learned, Walock?".
"One must never, ever randsom a small child one does not know for the safe return of one's pet", replied Warlock, "Self comprehends, can Self go now?"
"Yeah, go on", said Forge waving his hand, "before you bum me out anymore".
"Thank you, Self-Carer-Forge", said Warlock with a grin, "should Self wear protective clothing around your Self-Mate while she is still in agressive state?"
"Nah, she's calmed down by now...hopefully", said Forge, not even having to pause to dechiper what Warlock had said to him, "don't know why she's so moody, ah well".
Warlock grinned and ran off, as if he had been grounded for a month....rather than one day. It was then a voice spoke up....it was the toaster.
"You know, she could be pregnant".
Forge blinked once while his mind processed this. Instead of being suprised by the fact his toaster was talking to him, he shook his head at the objects reply.
"Nuh uh".
"It would explain the mood swings", said the Toaster, "And the broodyness"
"You're lying", said Forge, slightly wide-eyed, "...and broodyness isn't even a word!!What do you know anyway, you're just a toaster!. What he heck possesed me to make a Toaster with Artifical inteligence?"
"I don't know, you made me", replied the Toaster dryly, "and you never listen to me, you never take my advice"
"That's because you're a TOASTER!!!", said Forge, "you're an inaminate object. You're not SUPPOSED to know the wonders of the universe, all you do is make toast!!!"
"I like making toast", said the Toaster, "You don't have to be so testy. Hey, you know what will cheer you up? TOAST!"
"I don't want any toast", said Forge.
"Yeah, you do!", said the Toaster, "come on, i'll make it just the way you like it"
"No toast!", said Forge, "i don't want ANY toast, none!!!"
"You like the microwave better than me, don't you"?, said the Toaster, "it's okay, you can admit it. But remember one thing, the microwave may be able to heat up food in mere minutes, but can it make a good piece of toast? I don't think so!. I make the best toast in the history of toast making. Want to try my toast so i can prove my point?"
"I don't want any bloody toast!", said Forge, "for the fiftieth time!"
"Well, fine then!", said the Toaster, "be like that, see if i care, DADDY"
Forge gave a small whimper, banging his head on the table.
"I am sooooo not hearing this", he said, "Ororo is not pregnant"
"We're gonna have a little baby.....thing!", said the Toaster joyously, "i bet the baby will eat my toast"
Forge got up and promptly ran out.
"Hey, don't go!", said the Toaster, "....want some toast?"
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I wish i could take credit for the pure genius behind the Toaster with A.I. But i cannot, Talkie Toaster lives on that great vessel Red Dwarf. Sorry this chapter was so short, they'll get bigger once i've had more time to hunker down to them. Hopefully by then i'll have my pc back too. Do review. Until next time.
By Todd Fan
Disclaimer: "You think i've got nothing better to do than sit around watching you serve chicken chasseur in a stool bucket?"
***
Yes, these beloved fics are now back on! I still don't have my PC yet, but it may turn out i have lost all my information anyway, all those nifty cool scenes, ho hum. The musical is be a few days away from coming off hold, due to the fact i have to find all my lyrics and sort out all the requests again. Thanks for your patience :D
***
Chapter 11 - Never listen to household appliances.
****
Sidney gave a bored yawn as she and a few other Morlocks waited for Calisto to show up. The leader of the Morlocks had called them for a meeting, not saying what it was about. After a while, she finally arrived standing in front of them.
"I have bad news", she said with a sigh, "while some of our group were on a food raid, they noticed that the Power8 company had become very...active".
"I'm new at this", said Morph,raising his hand, "but i'm guessing that this isn't a good thing"
"No, it's not", said Evan, "it's a very BAD thing. They could start tipping their poison back into our water systems".
"Exactly", said Calisto with a nod, "that's why i want a few groups of you to go to two look-out points near the factory and keep a lookout on it".
She crossed her arms, looking at the assembled Morlocks.
"Facade, you and Caliban take the west side, by their river area, Cybelle and me will take the east", she said, "Sidney and Morph, you two take up look-out point from the neigbouring building.....no funny buisness, you two"
Morph looked the picture of inocence.
"My dear leader, we swear that of all the buisness we'll get up to, it won't be funny", he said, "nope, just run of the bill buisness, yup"
"This is serious, Morph", snapped Calisto, "Evan and Lucid, take the factory itself. Lucid can look through the walls and Evan can be there if anything goes wrong, though i remind you all, this is just an obervation mission, i don't want any heroics that aren't needed"
"Aye aye Captain", said Sidney with a salute.
"Why, why did i get stuck with these idiots?", asked Calisto with a sigh, shaking her head.
*****
Meanwhile, topside, Warlock was staring intently at a clock on the wall. Every time the second hand ticked, he would blink, for every minute, he would let out a long, sad sigh. Forge had already suffered through five hours of this...apparently, Alien teenagers got themselves grounded even worse than human ones did. After a very long and particually mournfull sigh, he gave a defeated groan.
"Oh allright", he said, "you did your time, kid, you can go"
Before Forge managed to finish the word 'go', Warlock had jumped up and started to race for the door. Forge cleared his throat, Warlock stopping to look at him.
"What have we learned, Walock?".
"One must never, ever randsom a small child one does not know for the safe return of one's pet", replied Warlock, "Self comprehends, can Self go now?"
"Yeah, go on", said Forge waving his hand, "before you bum me out anymore".
"Thank you, Self-Carer-Forge", said Warlock with a grin, "should Self wear protective clothing around your Self-Mate while she is still in agressive state?"
"Nah, she's calmed down by now...hopefully", said Forge, not even having to pause to dechiper what Warlock had said to him, "don't know why she's so moody, ah well".
Warlock grinned and ran off, as if he had been grounded for a month....rather than one day. It was then a voice spoke up....it was the toaster.
"You know, she could be pregnant".
Forge blinked once while his mind processed this. Instead of being suprised by the fact his toaster was talking to him, he shook his head at the objects reply.
"Nuh uh".
"It would explain the mood swings", said the Toaster, "And the broodyness"
"You're lying", said Forge, slightly wide-eyed, "...and broodyness isn't even a word!!What do you know anyway, you're just a toaster!. What he heck possesed me to make a Toaster with Artifical inteligence?"
"I don't know, you made me", replied the Toaster dryly, "and you never listen to me, you never take my advice"
"That's because you're a TOASTER!!!", said Forge, "you're an inaminate object. You're not SUPPOSED to know the wonders of the universe, all you do is make toast!!!"
"I like making toast", said the Toaster, "You don't have to be so testy. Hey, you know what will cheer you up? TOAST!"
"I don't want any toast", said Forge.
"Yeah, you do!", said the Toaster, "come on, i'll make it just the way you like it"
"No toast!", said Forge, "i don't want ANY toast, none!!!"
"You like the microwave better than me, don't you"?, said the Toaster, "it's okay, you can admit it. But remember one thing, the microwave may be able to heat up food in mere minutes, but can it make a good piece of toast? I don't think so!. I make the best toast in the history of toast making. Want to try my toast so i can prove my point?"
"I don't want any bloody toast!", said Forge, "for the fiftieth time!"
"Well, fine then!", said the Toaster, "be like that, see if i care, DADDY"
Forge gave a small whimper, banging his head on the table.
"I am sooooo not hearing this", he said, "Ororo is not pregnant"
"We're gonna have a little baby.....thing!", said the Toaster joyously, "i bet the baby will eat my toast"
Forge got up and promptly ran out.
"Hey, don't go!", said the Toaster, "....want some toast?"
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I wish i could take credit for the pure genius behind the Toaster with A.I. But i cannot, Talkie Toaster lives on that great vessel Red Dwarf. Sorry this chapter was so short, they'll get bigger once i've had more time to hunker down to them. Hopefully by then i'll have my pc back too. Do review. Until next time.