(A/N: Yes..I'm a lazy person. Which is why it has been so long since the last update…but I seem to have gained some passion for writing back. So, update time! Hopefully I'll keep continuing this story, if I get enough interest. R&R )
"Six more should be enough, dad!" Jade shouted to her father, who was carrying lawn chairs from their dusty garage. They weren't exactly the kind of family that hosted many parties, so a good amount of grime had gathered on the party equipment.
Jade was busy arranging the lawn furniture in some sort of orderly fashion, while Edward and Peg were preparing the food.
"Jade, sweetie, can you come in here and help Edward with the dinner? I need to get some cleaning done!"
Jade sighed. "Fine, fine, but you need to finish arranging the chairs! There's no room out here. And don't just tell dad to do it, he'll just leave it the way it is!"
"I heard that!" he shouted from the depths of their garage. Jade rolled her eyes, and headed toward the kitchen.
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The inventor slowly ambled into the laboratory, admiring his work. The shimmering marble tiles beneath his feet created a good surface for his rubber-tipped cane to grip onto as he slowly stepped forward. Once he had gotten to the center of the room, he looked up from his feet, and widened his eyes at the glistening machinery around him. He walked closer to one machine, which was composed of a large conveyer belt, with an oven at the end.
Before him was his latest invention, a fully automated sugar cookie making machine. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the process that had just begun. Everything seemed to be running smoothly. The inventor moved closer to the cookies that were being produced, and picked up one of them. He looked at it for a moment, sadness in his eyes, and held it up to another machine before him.
Could I give this machine…life?
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"Um, Edward?" said Jade, for the third time. Edward was standing by the can opener, completely zoned out. She reached her hand up to his shoulder to try to snap him out of it, when suddenly, he jolted back to reality, and looked at her, blankly.
"Are you ok? You seemed a little zoned out…"
"I'm fine, I was just thinking…"
"..Oh…ok...mom wanted me to help….with the food…" She paused her sentence as he began to chop the lettuce for the salad up with his scissorhands. It was truly a beautiful sight, that someone as shy and meek as him could have such extraordinary talent. His long 'fingers' were cutting through the wilting leaves like butter. She didn't know why, but it was strangely hypnotizing to watch him chop the lettuce. Suddenly, she heard Peg yell from the yard.
"The guests are arriving! Hurry and get the food out to the tables!" Peg continued to urge the two of them to hurry up with the food. They didn't have much to do, since the neighbors would be bringing a lot, and her mom and dad had the kebobs and deviled eggs under control.