Johnny the Homicidal Irken
This was actually going to be a comic that I was going to put on the internet, but my scanner is crap, so I just decided to write about it instead.
ON TO THE STORY!!!
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Darkness. cried the voice. A disembodied voice coming from the wall was not normal here. Miles beneath the surface of Irk, in a normal irken birthing station, a very not-normal something was about to be born.
Darkness. it cried again. It was getting louder, as if creeping slowly toward the end of a tunnel. Suddenly, among the millions of faces on the wall, on face lit up bright green - and turned into a smiley face. An irken was ready to be hatched.
Pain. the voice said louder still.
Why is there so much pain?
Before the voice had a chance to answer it's own question, the thought passed, as the tube was broken, releasing 200 gallons of nutrient broth and a lifeless smeet onto the floor. This smeet was a little above the average height for a smeet, and had two very thick antenne sticking forwards from his head, which was unusual for an Irken.
Am I awake?
A robotic arm came from the ceiling, and crilled two holes in the smeets back. Another arm came down, and placed a Back Pod on the irken. However, this pod was different. It was not new and pristine like the other packs, but this one was worn and used. Attaching itself, and zapping the smeet awake, the smeet had it's first sentient thought:
I guess I am., even thought the smeet had no Idea why he thought that.
"Welcome to Life Irken Child. Report for duty." said a cold, unfeeling robot voice. The smeet looked up and only saw the arm. That cold, unfeeling robot arm. As he did so, he had another sentient thought:
My name is Johnny.
Instinctively, the smeet called Johnny ran out of the birthing room, went to the nearest supply closet, and grabbed some clothes. He needed some because he came out of the broth naked. once fully dressed, he thought that he needed a weapon. He didn't know why, but he did. From out of his back pod, a robotic arm came, and handed him a knife. A very used (but sharp) bloody knife.
As he looked upon the knife, he faintly remebered what it was used for, and why. A wicked evil grin spread across his green face.
To Be Continued...
This was actually going to be a comic that I was going to put on the internet, but my scanner is crap, so I just decided to write about it instead.
ON TO THE STORY!!!
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Darkness. cried the voice. A disembodied voice coming from the wall was not normal here. Miles beneath the surface of Irk, in a normal irken birthing station, a very not-normal something was about to be born.
Darkness. it cried again. It was getting louder, as if creeping slowly toward the end of a tunnel. Suddenly, among the millions of faces on the wall, on face lit up bright green - and turned into a smiley face. An irken was ready to be hatched.
Pain. the voice said louder still.
Why is there so much pain?
Before the voice had a chance to answer it's own question, the thought passed, as the tube was broken, releasing 200 gallons of nutrient broth and a lifeless smeet onto the floor. This smeet was a little above the average height for a smeet, and had two very thick antenne sticking forwards from his head, which was unusual for an Irken.
Am I awake?
A robotic arm came from the ceiling, and crilled two holes in the smeets back. Another arm came down, and placed a Back Pod on the irken. However, this pod was different. It was not new and pristine like the other packs, but this one was worn and used. Attaching itself, and zapping the smeet awake, the smeet had it's first sentient thought:
I guess I am., even thought the smeet had no Idea why he thought that.
"Welcome to Life Irken Child. Report for duty." said a cold, unfeeling robot voice. The smeet looked up and only saw the arm. That cold, unfeeling robot arm. As he did so, he had another sentient thought:
My name is Johnny.
Instinctively, the smeet called Johnny ran out of the birthing room, went to the nearest supply closet, and grabbed some clothes. He needed some because he came out of the broth naked. once fully dressed, he thought that he needed a weapon. He didn't know why, but he did. From out of his back pod, a robotic arm came, and handed him a knife. A very used (but sharp) bloody knife.
As he looked upon the knife, he faintly remebered what it was used for, and why. A wicked evil grin spread across his green face.
To Be Continued...