Okay, so you are not gonna believe this...After a long chapter I made and was ABOUT to post, the stupid mouse (You know the two small buttons on the side? Yeah, I accidentally pressed the left button and it turned the page on the computer go back! CURSE THAT MOUSE!) messed me up! I was so mad that I just gave up that day and tried to cool off. So, I'm going to try to remember what I wrote, and hopefully this chapter turns out good. ; - ;
Chapter 2
Review of chapter one: Sam takes Gir home and rests after a long day of work. It is now morning and therefore a new day to investigate Gir's actions.
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! The alarm clock rings loudly, in an annoying manner. "Ugggh...Why is the stupid alarm clock on? Today is Saturday!"I say to myself, annoyed that my beauty sleep is gone. I rub my eyes and suddenly my eye caught the sight of the S.I.R unit sitting on my desk. Then that clicks into my brain. I had to research on that crazy scientist's robot! I was now energized with excitement and curiosity, and jumped off my bed.
When I am about to grab my materials, I stop and think.
"I feel so cheesy...But who cares?! I'm not at work anyways!" I say, talking to myself again and waving my hands frantically up in the air, smiling.
I grab my notebook and pen and set them on the desk next to the deactivated robot. Then I open it's chest and press the button. I stand a few steps back and watch. A few sparks came to it, but eventually became stable and the machine turned on. The eyes appeared a bright cyan blue, and it blinked a few times and glanced around. After a few glances, it finally looked at me and smiled with it's tongue sticking out. I patiently wait for it's move and stare at it. ...STARING!
"Watcha' doin'?" It asks. Its voice appears as a high squeaky voice but a males.
"Oh, you talk! Well, to answer your question, I was instructed to observe you for a week. What is your name?"
"...I don't know..." He replies. Then he randomly bangs his head, giggling.
"Your creator said that your name is G.I.R. Is that right? Do remember that name?" I ask, my pen ready to jab some notes.
"I LIKE TACOS!" He replied. I face-palm and roll my eyes.
"Well this isn't gonna work..." I say, trying to think of another method to have this robot spill out any information. As I think, I hear a "thump" and see the little robot fallen over, now facing the floor. "HI FLOOR!" He says, stupidly waving his hand to the floor. A notice that a folded piece of paper is laying there, right next to "GIR". It read:
Whoever reads this paper, I assume that you are in hands with my creation. I hope that you take care of him, and teach him the many things in Irk. He is not stupid, I made him this way, so he will have the chance to learn things himself instead of programming it into his system. GIR may be strange, but he has a good heart. Thank you for taking him.
-Glane
"Wow...He must have done this...for a reason...maybe this means something...I'll have to find out!"
I know this chapter is short, but I will post the next one hopefully tomorrow! I hope you like it so far!
