Monday, May 25, 2009

MicroFiction: Pengrove and Goran

The video screen flickered and blurred occasionally, the static waving across every now and then, but the message was clear. Clear and precise they had made that unmistakable.

“Am I to understand correctly Dr Pengrove, you plan to unleash a killbot onto the world and destroy it?” He said watching the screen intently.

“Why should we believe you? And what makes you think we are scared of one robot?” He said next leaning forward clenching his fists and slamming them on the table.

“Well, Mr President if you don't believe us then just watch this.” Pengrove said as he walked across the room and pulled a lever. Slowly the pod next to him opened ,stream pouring out and enveloping the floor, from it stepping a steel woman, curved and sleek. Pouting but with a tad more destructiveness than a normal lady. The machine stepped away from the pod then slowly walked out into the open leaving the lab. Pengrove walked after her motioning to the camera to follow.

“Come on Goran” Pengrove said as he kept getting further and further away from the camera.

“How do you zoom, I don't think the cord will go that far?” Goran said from behind the camera.

“I told you we should have hired some one for that” Pengrove yelled “There is a knob on the side”

“Are you still there?” Pengrove asked as he turned back to the camera. On the other end of the TV the President and his adviser's sat there still watching.

“Yes, we're still here Pengrove, we're still waiting for this reason to 'tremble' as you put it.” The President said angrily losing his cool. Pengrove walked back to the camera and smiled as he lit up his pipe and waggled his finger at the camera.

“Trixie... use your plasma cannon!” Pengrove said confidently. The robot turned away from Pengrove and Goran, and faced a distant mountain.

“Affirmative Doctor Pengrove” Trixie the killbot said in a husky smooth voice. She cocked her hip to the side placing both hands on her hips and opened her mouth. A small glow appeared from the back of her throat...

“Oh, the goggles” Pengrove remembered as he struggled in front of the camera to put on the protective eyewear. Only just in time for Trixie to unleash the stunning blast of green energy from her mouth. The full force of her plasma beam spewing forth and destroying the mountain in front of her. The explosion and its force knocking Pengrove, and Goran still holding the camera, onto the ground. The dust settled and both stood back up, Pengrove dusting himself off.

“Thank you Trixie... that was very nice” He said removing his goggles his face painted with dust like a raccoon, all but his eyes brown and dirty. His hair blown back upright and messy, his pipe jutting out from the top of his head somehow tangled into his hair.

“Right gentlemen, Mr President, you now know we are serious... we will contact you with our demands” Pengrove spoke straight down the barrel of the camera, then it suddenly went black and flickered into static. The President sat there in shock, what had he just seen, the power, the danger. He sat for a second, everyone in the room did, until finally he spoke.

“My god that robot had big tits though” thinks he's used that joke before...


  1. BOO!

    Hehehehee! carnt stop I've got choklit cayke to eet... :@D

  2. Bob- I understand Bob, I understand.

  3. Hahahahaha... The world needs more robots with big tits. I've always said.

  4. alantru- There is a serious shortage.


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