Yesterday was the best day ever to know that Disney's Planes movie was dubbed to Indonesian language! So I watched it, don't wanna leave my place that I sat there. It was the best moment! Really, my readers! And I hope that Planes 2 will dubbed as soon as possible. (At September 13th 2015.)
JAMES WAS not believe himself.
Tony had given him the chip that was many data, but he had tried to understand about what it mean is. He had to get an experiment.
"We have to try this thing," he said to Dashner, Blade, Chug, Mayday, Raoul, Tony, and Matter. "Maybe it would be the clue of this case. I've tried to learn it for several hour, but I've just a little understood. This chip will make you going to the past, but just a memories. I don't know about the memories that will appear on your brain—bad or good, I dunno. At least, I need one person who will be my subject—the others can join, too."
They were silence for a moment, looking at each other in confusion.
The one of them couldn't hold the curiousness of the thing. "Me," he said.
"Well, Blade," James said. "You're the subject number one."
James took a nerve gear that had been installed with the chip's data. He then put it to Blade's head.
"You're ready?"
"Wait . . . . Just give me a second." Blade took a deep breath. ". . . . I'm ready."
James then drove in to his laptop, turning the software that he'd just make for read the chip on.
In beginning, Blade just looked huge city that he knew. His place for made a CHoP's show. Many cars and forklift trucks prepared the things.
And then, he saw someone that he knew. His best friend. Nick. He stood in front of the Blade.
"Well, Blade . . . this would be the last episode for us. Be a good stuntman, okay?"
"Okay, Nick," Blade uttered, smiling.
"Hey, Nick. Prepare yourself," someone said.
"Okay, Boss."
Nick then left him alone.
"Hey, Blade," said the old car. He was a stuntman mentor. "This is the thing that you must do . . . ."
Blade listened it clearly. He had known the thing that he had to do, but the old man made him very understood about what the thing that he would had to do.
The action just began.
Nick acted to be a saver of the woman in very high buildings. In the story said that it would be the bomb that would exploding when Nick was in near the buildings. But it would not makes him struck by the explosion.
"Help!" the woman yelled.
"Don't worry, Miss," Nick said, "I'll get you!"
When he was near in the buildings, the director said, "The bomb!"
"Ro-roger!" someone replied, pushing a button.
But the bomb wasn't exploding like they want.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!" he said, makes everyone stop their jobs. "Argh! What's wrong with the bomb!?"
"I-I-I don't know, Boss."
"Check it quickly!"
Blade sighed, looking at Nick who tried to fly in to near the bomb. "Nick! Watch out!"
"It's okay, Blade," Nick said to Blade. "I'll be fine."
Blade then looked at the director who went crazy with the forklift truck who had to explode the bomb.
"What is the matter with the bomb?"
"Maybe there's something wrong."
"Of course it's not working because it's not connected to the electric socket."
"Connect it! We must test it."
"Have connected."
"Okay. I'll test it."
"Wait!" Blade tried to stop it. "Nick is still there!"
"Command him to go far away for that!"
"O-okay. Nick. Come in, Nick. You must leave the buildings."
"Roger that, Blade."
There was a forklift truck who served the cans of oils to the director. "Here you go, Boss."
"Thanks. I've just felt thirsty."
Suddenly, the was an earthquake. It made them shaken because of it.
A can suddenly fell to the director's face, makes him drove in random way. "My eyes!" And . . . he pushed the bottom.
Nick who still near the buildings felt that something was wrong. When he looked at the bomb, it exploded, attacks him. He then fell down.
Blade looked at him. It made his heart stop for a while. He didn't know about what would he did. He was very far from him.
And . . . he saw Nick who had exploded when his body touched the earth, have just die because of the bomb.
He did nothing.
And then, he saw the darkness. The memories had finished.
Someone took the nerve gear from his head. It was James.
Everyone saw Blade who got the powerless. He just shown blank stare—he'd just seen the death of Nick. His mouth opened half widened. His eyes turned into small, dedicating that he felt very shocked.
"He have just gotten shock."
"Dad-gum! I don't wanna be the next subject!"
"Neither do I."
"Me, too."
"What will we do now?"
"I'll call a psychologist," Dashner said.
"So, I can conclude that the chip show the moment that will make us uncontrolled. Maybe this is the way to make it can controlled by the chip's maker to rule our body—our soul."
"Wha? I don't understand," Tony said.
"Blade now feel scare. He can controlled easily. That experiment was just the beginning to make his mental break down. We'll got an answer if the psychologist have come to here to make Blade feel no scare with the moment that he'd shown before."
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Rusty felt so worried.
Many things that made him felt about something that was wrong. To make him felt no more worried, he tried to call Blade.
"Piston Peak to Blade Ranger. Piston Peak to Blade Ranger."
No answered.
"Come in, Mr. Blade. Come in, Mr. Blade."
Still no answered.
Rusty still tried to call him. "Piston Peak to Mr. Blade Ranger."
". . . who's this?" said someone, but it wasn't Blade.
"Is this Propwash Juntion?"
"Sure is."
"Aw, great. Well, do you know where is Blade Ranger?"
"Shoot! He's in here."
"Really? Can I talk to him?"
"Nooo . . . he's in . . . . Wait just a second."
Rusty heard that the person left, but the phone still connected.
He'd just heard something very small voice.
"What's up with Blade?"
"He'd been unconscious. Why?"
"I'm just asking. I forgot the name of its condition."
Rusty felt so more worried. Had he been . . . .
"He's unconscious," the phone uttered.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Um, wait just a second again."
He left again.
"Um, what's wrong with Blade?"
"What's wrong with you, Mater?"
Rusty had heard this sound before. Like someone . . . .
"Dad-gum. Someone asked, Mayday."
"Okay, you keep him. I'll go to talk to him."
Mr. Mayday. Yeah—it's him, Rusty thought. They had met when Dusty and Mayday came to Piston Peak for a little visit. So, on that day, there was a huge party—you can imagine that.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Mayday! Glad to call you."
"Glad to call you, too, Kid."
"What's up with Mr. Blade?"
"He'd remembered his undesirable memory with just a chip. And now, he's unconscious."
"A chip? A undesirable memory? Unconscious? Yeah . . . I even don't understand too much about that—my mind didn't working."
"Well, it's hard to tell that."
"Mmm." Rusty nodded. "I'll go there."
"You wanna go here?"
"I actually feel worry about him. Well, see ya there, Mr. Mayday."
"See ya, too, Kid."
"Where do you wanna go?" Dipper asked.
"Uh, to Propwash Juntion to see if Mr. Blade is okay or not."
"I'll come with you."
"But, who will . . . ."
"There's no fire on Winter."
"Really?"
"I'm sure of it, Sweetie."
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Blade was with his blank stare's face yet. He'd frozen two hours. No wonderment, because they'd known what was occured, except Rusty and Dipper who'd just come to meet their first leader.
"Hello," Rusty said in front of Blade. "Do you look at me? I'm here. Hello."
"It seems like he got a serious problem, eh?" Dipper asked.
"Is right," Mayday said. "He'd got the last undesirable memory."
"What? How could that be?" Dipper asked.
"With just a computer's chip."
"It's not just a computer's chip," James said. "It's the Mind-Controller Chip. I've just named it when we looked at Blade who'd just got that."
"Oh. Who's that?"
"He's from AVT organization, James."
Abruptly, Dashner came with another forklift truck who brought the big copper. "Here's the psychologist," Dashner said with breathless.
"My name is Sarah," she said. "So, where's the patient?"
"He—who freezing with blank stare."
"Please make him—"
"Don't worry, Kid. I'll do my best. First, I need to make him feel relax." Sarah opened her copper, takeing three scented candles. Burning the axis of the candles, everyone smelt the aromatherapy essence. Good.
Blade's eyes blinked abruptly, He closed his eyes and his mouth.
"Is that—"
"Ssst," Sarah uttered, making Rusty nodded—agreed her command to silent.
When Blade opened his eyes, Sarah drove in to in front of him. "Hello. My name is Sarah. I'll help you."
"I don't need your help, Miss," Blade babbled. "My mind—"
"It's okay. I know what was happening to you."
"No . . . you DON'T! I even don't know who you are! So please let me go with my condition!"
"I'm the psychologist. Come here to help you."
"Just leave me! Is that asking too much!?"
"What's the matter, Mrs. Sarah?" Rusty whispered.
"He still trauma," she replied whispering.
"And you, Rusty! Why are you here!? I've trust you to be the second leader! And you've left them!"
"I'm so worried about you, Mr. Blade."
"Don't worry about me! I don't care if I'm going dead for a thousand people!"
"Man, what's wrong with you!?"
"QUIET!"
Everyone were quiet.
"Okay. Maybe I'll to confident to give my assistance to you," Sarah said to Blade. "But, may I know what's your problem?"
Blade's eyes was focused to look at Sarah's face. Her face . . . seemed to be his hope to forgot about that memory. He then took a deep breath. "Okay, you may."
"Um, I suggest you to look for some comfort place."
"It's okay. I've just got comfort with this aromatherapy."
"Well, we can start. Follow my command. Close your eyes. Imagine that you're in the lift . . . ."
Blade closed his eyes. He imagined that he was in the lift alone. He looked at the number that shown the floor. It shown number 25.
You'll see the floor is going down and more down.
The number went down to 24—23—22—21—20.
You feel that you're tired.
Blade felt very tired. He groaned. The number went down.
More down, more tired.
Showing number 15, his eyes half closed. Number 10, his eyes quarter closed. Number 5, his eyes totally closed. Hearing the sound that dedicated that he was in floor one, his dimension went to somewhere.
Sarah saw that Blade had fallen asleep, dedicating that he was in the unconscious—she hypnotized him. "Okay, then. If you want to answer my questions, answer it. But, if you don't want to answer, just shake your head. Understand? So, what's your problem?"
"I saw my best friend dead because of the bomb. I wish I could save him. But, I did nothing. I didn't know what I had to do with that situation. If I was in near him, I would save him, no matter what would happened to me."
"Can you tell me about your best friend's name?"
"Nick Loopez."
"Mmm. Okay. Now, imagine that your best friend is in front of you."
"Oh my God."
"What did you see?"
"He looked so . . . terrible. His body had crushed. It was my fault. It was . . . my fault." Blade started crying.
"Keep calm. Don't blame yourself."
"Really—wat is my fault. I could't save him!"
"O-okay, okay. Listen to me. Look at him."
"I can't—it's too hard!"
"No, no. Just . . . look at his eyes. Slowly. Make it happening easily. Have done?"
". . . what should I do now? I can't look at him anymore!"
"Okay. Just look at his eyes."
Blade shook his head. "I-I—I . . . I can't!"
"You said that you don't care if you're going dead for a thousand people, right? But why do you can't see your best friend? He's very special for you, right?"
"Yes. But I . . . ."
"Just imagine that he's totally fine."
Blade didn't respond. But, she knew that he worked his brain to imagine his best friend—Nick Loopez—was totally okay.
"Okay," he finally respond. "Now what?"
"Do what you want to do with him."
"Huh?"
"Yeah—say something or do anything else."
Blade now saw Nick that smiling. His heart beat too fast. He didn't know what to do. He had to do something. Something. He then took a deep breath, uttering, "I'm so sorry, Nick—I can't help you."
"It's okay, Blade," Nick said. "It wasn't your fault."
"But . . . ."
"I know—I'm very so stupid to fly in to the bomb." He chuckled. "So, please don't remember that it was your fault."
Blade looked at Nick. Abruptly, he cried in front of his best friend. "I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry."
"Aw, c'mon, man. Okay, you may remember me, but you may not remember my death. Promise to me, okay?"
"I'm promise."
"Now, don't cry. It's a shame that you're crying; meanwhile you're the firefighter."
Blade stopped his weeping, smiling. "Thanks for being my best friend, Nick."
"Anytime, Pal."
Everyone saw Blade who had smiled.
"And now, if you hear number three, you'll wake up," Sarah said, starts counting. "One. Two. Three. Now wake up."
Blade woke up, realizing that his check got wet because of his tears.
"Well, do you feel better?"
"Was not. Is better." Blade smiled.
"Yaaay!"
"Well, you now feel better. But, your concentration of serotonin compounds on your mind is going low. I'll give you Prozac. Please to follow the recipe. It's dangerous if you're not follow the recipe."
"I'll pay it for you, Blade," James said. "It's my plan. So, I must be responsible to my subject if something's happening to it."
"Thanks."
"So, I've gotta say, now we're know that the chip is for controlling anyone."
"Uh, sorry if I'm disturbing you, Mr. James. But . . . what's the real problem?"
"Have you known . . . that Dusty had been abducted?" Mayday asked.
"WHAT!?" Rusty and Dipper shocked. They looked at each other.
"How can that be?"
"My Dusty . . . ."
"It's still unknown, Kid. We still look at the clue to find him. And now, we're going to the crime scene—Dusty's house!"[]