Chronicles of the Past part 2: Age old artillery.
Chapter Two
Written by Dangles Arthur Khanrad
"Oh My..." I, Dangles Arthur Khanrad, continued pondering over the expansive texts and archives of the old world in Nicole's computer chip. "Big, this... this is history. This knowledge will change the way we see the past!" I jumped up and down, scanning tirelessly over the old photos and glitched texts on the display monitor. Big farted, finally overcome with curiosity and confusion. "Okay! Explain ya fat monkey!" I turned, though intrigued, I still found energy to become p'd off. "YOURE THE FAT ONE!111!" I screamed, "See! I even used a 1 in my Exclamati0on pintz!" I was so upset I would have pooped my pants if I wore any. Big sighed, "Man, we fight too much." I nodded, my heart was li'earraly touched. We embraced for the rest of the evening, the computer buzzing away in the backround, scanning and retrieving old files from the broken storage component. At last there was a beep, and I turned hastily to check the computer. Big was fast asleep in the about-to-be night, and I daringly typed in the command to power on the robot. Her face lifted, the motor's were old, and when she tried to lift her arm, the frame broke, and rust flaked from the limp piece. I cringed at the dying machine, her voice crackled as she tried to speak. .."ধ্বনিত..".. I shed a tear, pitying the old thing. I placed my furry hands against the glass, and stared into her waking eyes. "Tell me your story."