She had a strangely haunting face. And four arms. But this didn't faze him, because it was the future, and his last name was Fizzle, and a Fizzle "never goes flat", according to his father at least. Of course, that was before the fatal accident involving the two Mexican strippers and a bag of sand. The girl in the corner was staring straight at him, as if peering into his very soul. She had long black hair, and amazingly brown eyes. If it wasn't for the multiple arms, he would have thought she was hot. His mother had long ago told him…

"Now son, if ever you meet a girl, before you fall in love with her, be sure that she doesn't have more upper-body strength than you. Always maintain the 'upper-hand' in a relationship, so to speak."

"Thanks mom," he suddenly blurted out. The familiar smack of robot metal on desk awoke him from his stupor.

"God dammit boy, you get one question right and you're a goddamned delinquent all of a sudden. Of course class," He said turning to face the students, "those are more archaic terms, as we proved through the use of cyborg theologians in the third age of animatronics that god does not exist. Also, our moral ideas are laughable, but necessary. Now then, back to the theory of robot mati…"

Sometime later, Stewart was sitting in the cafeteria, munching on a Nutter-Butter, when all of a sudden he noticed someone staring at him. It was the same girl from before, and she had a blank look on her face and was once again gaping at him without shame. He decided to go back to his Nutter-Butter and the book he was reading; Human Cyborg Relations: A Study by Serial #CZ-18999. About ten minutes later he looked up again, and she was still staring at him, only this time she was holding a partially eaten cookie in each hand, and crumbs were falling out of her mouth as she chewed.

Confused, and a little bit disgusted, he went back to his reading. The topic for this chapter was "how to tell if your cyborg is losing its sanity". All of a sudden, someone slapped him right across the face, hard. The world slowed do almost a stand-still as his face was thrown violently from one side to the other, and then back again as another hand slapped him in the opposite direction. This time he emitted a low-pitched, sort of growling yap of pain as spit and blood came cascading out of his mouth.

"OW!" he screamed. "What'd you do that for?" to which he received another series of slaps. Stewart looked up to see the same girl that had been staring at him since that morning.

"Don't you talk ugly to me," came the reply. "I'm from…The Future!"

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