With the flip of the light switch, Geoff's greenhouse shined full of white light. He placed the seed that he had spent all night building into a pot full of nuts and bolts, sprinkling it with a pinch of gasoline. The gears on the seed started to turn with a click, and slowly germinated out of the metal casing. Geoff sat down on a nearby chair, observing the room filled with robotic plants. He cracked open a newspaper and viewed the front page:
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BREAKING MEWS!
KID FOUND MUTALATED TO DEATH WITH A BUNCH OF DIRKING DEVICES IN HIS OWN HOME
Last Friday evening, 15 year old Charles Lecinstien was found dead in his own home. He apparently lived only with his pet dog, Air Bud, the same dog who took the world by storm with his amazing basketball skills. Air Bud was found next to Charles body, consuming the hemoglobin in his red blood cells. A suspect to the murder is no where to be found where could he be. See you guys later on channel fuck me news same bat time same bat channel
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Below the gripping news story was a photograph of the crime scene. The combination of the derpy looking dog and the blood was for some horrible reason hilarious to Geoff, and he let out a hearty laugh.
Oh hey rosebud is calling or messaging I really don't know at this point
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Rosebud: sup Geoff
B-Dawg: nothin much
B-Dawg: taking care of my plants
B-Dawg: chillin
Rosebud: so your not busy or anything?
B-Dawg: I mean
B-Dawg: It takes a lot of time to harvest metallic plants
B-Dawg: and also I always have new inventions to invent and grinds to soap
Rosebud: I classify that as not very busy
Rosebud: I need you to soap your way over to these coords
(Insert coordinates lol?)
B-Dawg: yeah sweet I'll put that into my busy schedule
Rosebud: ugh ok but pls hurry
B-Dawg: aight
Rosebud: see you later
B-Dawg: aight
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Even though Geoff said that he was going to go over there, he decided to chill for a bit more. There's probably plenty of time.
The greenhouse was where Geoff spent most of his time. Geoff was a master of Robotany, the study of robotic plants. He studied the art since grade school, inspired by some of the greatest robotanists in history like Neil deGrasse Tyson. His report on how motorized roses bloom was absolutely mind boggling.
Many see Robotany as a complete waste of time, but Geoff respectfully disagreed. The calm tranquillity one gets from sitting in a sea of whirring gears and grinding steel is unmatched by any other study. Some people even tried to outlaw Robotany, as it contributed to 18% of all greenhouse gases, but Geoff saw the good stuff beyond the gas. I mean everyone knows we're all going to die from global warming eventually, so why not enjoy life with some good old robotic plants am I right.
Geoff reached into his bag and retrieved a handful of cheddar cheese colored metal pods, sprinkling them into the artificial soil below him. Grabbing his gasoline can, he poured a good amount of petroleum onto the seeds and watched as they slowly started to germinate. The cool thing about Robotany is that it's way faster to grow robotic plants than real ones. Geoff got on his feet and called it a day, stepping out of his greenhouse.
Geoff examined around his bedroom, looking for supplies which he may need for the journey to the weird coordinates that Abigail send him. He of course had to bring his Chex mix, his most prized possession. Not only is it a great nutritional snack, but it had a strong emotional bond with Geoof. Ever since the incident that killed his parents, Chex mix had always been there for him.
Watching...
Geoff grabbed the Chex Mix and looked for more double stuff. He noticed a pair of yellow sneakers, with some wires and metal plates on the bottom of the heels. This of course were his trusty pair of soaps, shoes that allow you to grind on rails. The wires were part of a project to upgrade the shoes, which was still just a prototype. He slipped into them, tightening the Velcro straps because Velcro is cool. Also Geoff didn't know how to tie shoes and he was very insecure about it.
Geoff would need his soaps to make it to rosebud in a jiffy. Speaking of jiffy, he also grabbed his jif peanut butter just in case air bud was there. He loved peanut butter.
Yeah, Geoff knew Air Bud. Pretty much everyone in his group of friends knew about him, seeing as how he always stalked everybody. Also the whole murder thing in the news and also he is a sports sensation. After all the street cred he got in the sport biz, he just disappeared and started stalking Charles and the rest of the gang. Nobody knew what was up with that dog.
Geoff was about ready to zip zappity on out of here oh hey it's rosebud
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Rosebud: Where the frick are you?
B-Dawg: on my way
Rosebud: get off your ass and hurry up
Rosebud: we don't have much time!
B-Dawg: aight aight I'm coming
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Geoff often felt like the work he did was ignored by his friends, that he was just a lazy slob. But he would prove to them that he could do much more.
Geoff stepped outside his house, breathing in the fresh Maine air. Starting with a sprint, he launched onto a barrier sitting at the edge of a highway bridge. He started grinding on that barrier, sparks flying every which way, and he gazed into the setting sun as he accelerated towards the mysterious coordinates.