THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Eleven: Boundaries of sanity
Ah, the marvellous feeling of waking up after being knocked unconscious. After experiencing it so many times, Bob had started to treat it as a sort of friend. Something to look forward to when being knocked unconscious. First came disorientation, then nausea, then finally a strange feeling of panic as the wakee realises that he isn't where he was when he went to sleep.
After so many times, Bob managed to get through these stages to full consciousness with the greatest of ease. He felt that he was on a bed, a fairly comfortable bed for a change, so he was probably in some kind of military base, since they got all the best breaks. He saw the door in front of him, and decided he felt like a look around. He got up from the bed to realise that his wounds were gone. They must have poked around him a bit when he was unconscious, and upon noticing some scars where there were previously none, realised that his wounds weren't the only thing they were poking around him for. He walked up to the door, but found no way to open it. He pushed against it but it remained stuck fast.
"It's locked from the outside," said a voice. Bob twisted around so quickly he almost sprained his neck and saw Chak sitting on her own bunk. How did he miss that?
"They don't really trust us then, huh?" Bob said, as he felt an insatiable need to state the obvious. Chak leaned forward, having her own views on trust.
"Who's Lenn?" asked Chak. This immediately sent a spark of pain through Bob's cranium as her image flashed through his head.
"W...why do you ask?" asked Bob in response, wondering how she seemed to know about his deepest, darkest secret.
"You cried her name in your sleep," Chak explained, "she was pretty important to you, huh?" Bob sighed, it was about time he told SOMEBODY.
"She was probably the only person I ever loved," Bob reminisced, "she was a service drone like me. We met on the job, and from then on we were inseperable. I used my skills as a technician to get assignments together, where we indulged our passions under the noses of our superiors. The excitement, the DANGER of the thing just really got to us."
Chak listened intently, this was MUCH more fascinating than those boys' own adventures he told back at her bar.
"I managed to get us an assignment aboard the Massive," Bob continued, despite the warning headaches his brain was giving out, "we had the best time of our lives on that ship. Brown-nosing the Tallest, you really had to be there. But...something...was wrong."
Bob started to clutch his head, and Chak got increasingly worried at this point. Bob was starting to shake.
"Lenn was getting distracted," Bob continued regardless, "she was out late, and she seemed to be hiding something. I thought it was just nerves from the new position and then...and THEN..."
An incredible pain, as if his skull was being split in two, wretched his face as his hands clawed at his head to stop it hurting. Chak ran from the bunk and went to grab him as he began to spasm violently on the floor.
"AND THEN...!" Bob yelled continually over and over again, as if trying to unlock some memory in his mind had unleashed an electrical surge pulsing through his body.
"Stop remembering!" yelled Chak in his ear, "it's only making it worse!" Chak caressed Bob's back to calming down. His shouting turned into whimpering, and then it stopped.
"I...I...I'm s...sorry," Bob said, with some effort, "I just...I can't remember. Something happened to her and I can't remember what. Trying to seems to...tear my brain apart."
"It's all-right, you don't need to try," reassured Chak, "there'll be plenty of time."
"Not if he has anything to do with it," Bob mentioned, indicating the Irken-uniformed figure now standing in the open doorway.
"This is very touching 'n all," said the guard, "but the Commander wants to see you. NOW!" The guard motioned with his shock staff for the two to come with him. They did so, with Chak helping Bob along until the pain had eventually ceased. They were brought to a set of large, sliding doors which began to open...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Eleven: Boundaries of sanity
Ah, the marvellous feeling of waking up after being knocked unconscious. After experiencing it so many times, Bob had started to treat it as a sort of friend. Something to look forward to when being knocked unconscious. First came disorientation, then nausea, then finally a strange feeling of panic as the wakee realises that he isn't where he was when he went to sleep.
After so many times, Bob managed to get through these stages to full consciousness with the greatest of ease. He felt that he was on a bed, a fairly comfortable bed for a change, so he was probably in some kind of military base, since they got all the best breaks. He saw the door in front of him, and decided he felt like a look around. He got up from the bed to realise that his wounds were gone. They must have poked around him a bit when he was unconscious, and upon noticing some scars where there were previously none, realised that his wounds weren't the only thing they were poking around him for. He walked up to the door, but found no way to open it. He pushed against it but it remained stuck fast.
"It's locked from the outside," said a voice. Bob twisted around so quickly he almost sprained his neck and saw Chak sitting on her own bunk. How did he miss that?
"They don't really trust us then, huh?" Bob said, as he felt an insatiable need to state the obvious. Chak leaned forward, having her own views on trust.
"Who's Lenn?" asked Chak. This immediately sent a spark of pain through Bob's cranium as her image flashed through his head.
"W...why do you ask?" asked Bob in response, wondering how she seemed to know about his deepest, darkest secret.
"You cried her name in your sleep," Chak explained, "she was pretty important to you, huh?" Bob sighed, it was about time he told SOMEBODY.
"She was probably the only person I ever loved," Bob reminisced, "she was a service drone like me. We met on the job, and from then on we were inseperable. I used my skills as a technician to get assignments together, where we indulged our passions under the noses of our superiors. The excitement, the DANGER of the thing just really got to us."
Chak listened intently, this was MUCH more fascinating than those boys' own adventures he told back at her bar.
"I managed to get us an assignment aboard the Massive," Bob continued, despite the warning headaches his brain was giving out, "we had the best time of our lives on that ship. Brown-nosing the Tallest, you really had to be there. But...something...was wrong."
Bob started to clutch his head, and Chak got increasingly worried at this point. Bob was starting to shake.
"Lenn was getting distracted," Bob continued regardless, "she was out late, and she seemed to be hiding something. I thought it was just nerves from the new position and then...and THEN..."
An incredible pain, as if his skull was being split in two, wretched his face as his hands clawed at his head to stop it hurting. Chak ran from the bunk and went to grab him as he began to spasm violently on the floor.
"AND THEN...!" Bob yelled continually over and over again, as if trying to unlock some memory in his mind had unleashed an electrical surge pulsing through his body.
"Stop remembering!" yelled Chak in his ear, "it's only making it worse!" Chak caressed Bob's back to calming down. His shouting turned into whimpering, and then it stopped.
"I...I...I'm s...sorry," Bob said, with some effort, "I just...I can't remember. Something happened to her and I can't remember what. Trying to seems to...tear my brain apart."
"It's all-right, you don't need to try," reassured Chak, "there'll be plenty of time."
"Not if he has anything to do with it," Bob mentioned, indicating the Irken-uniformed figure now standing in the open doorway.
"This is very touching 'n all," said the guard, "but the Commander wants to see you. NOW!" The guard motioned with his shock staff for the two to come with him. They did so, with Chak helping Bob along until the pain had eventually ceased. They were brought to a set of large, sliding doors which began to open...
TO BE CONTINUED...