Random thoughts...
Frankenrabbit
Frankenbunny
Bunnystein
Rabbitstein
"Hmmm....where DO these thoughts come from?" Jack mused out loud to no one in particular.
Distracted by a few black crows fighting over the carcass mound of some undetermined origin, Jack missed his step. The more he tried to catch himself, the quicker he propelled forward onto his face. Luckily for him, the tough carbon-steel exterior could take the ashphalt rub.
As he surveyed the damage to his left cheek in the reflection off the back of his hand, a quick movement beside his right earring caught his attention.
Faint buzzing identified the flying object.
Do I acknowledge?
And just that quickly, the thought didn't matter. Blackness swallowed Jack as he was separated from his power source. Only the trained eye could detect the dimly pulsating blue bulb, throbbing in Jack's neck. Basic memory core received enough generated power to keep all systems operational, yet powered down to an idle mode.
Jack didn't have enough juice to jog an original thought. He was at the mercy of his captor. Mercy was the farthest thing from his mind.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
The Beginning at the End...
As Jack looked over his non-fluffy left shoulder, he lingered long enough to watch the sun slide behind the jagged cityscape. He mused over Hill's comment, "The BR0308 only has two life cycles, spanning seven years."
Tomorrow will be my eighth cycle year. Interesting.
Jack tucked his secret behind his cylanoid pocket and waited for the afterglow of sunset to set the skyline on fire. Satisfied with the carrot orange hue, he turned toward the impeding blue-black road ahead and began to hum the tune to Cast Your Fate to the Wind.
Tailer, hidden in the deepening shadows, watched Jack meander away into his false sense of freedom. Little did Jack realize the impact his departure had
on those he left behind.
Tomorrow will be my eighth cycle year. Interesting.
Jack tucked his secret behind his cylanoid pocket and waited for the afterglow of sunset to set the skyline on fire. Satisfied with the carrot orange hue, he turned toward the impeding blue-black road ahead and began to hum the tune to Cast Your Fate to the Wind.
Tailer, hidden in the deepening shadows, watched Jack meander away into his false sense of freedom. Little did Jack realize the impact his departure had
on those he left behind.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
...and so it begins!
Today, the 19th of February, 2008, I, me, embark upon the semi-sci-fi/fantasy story of robotic rabbits and their adventures.
--------------------------------
For those who know me, this was inevitable. I cannot say I started down this path with this end in mind. In fact, I always imagined I would be known for greater achievements. As plans go, this was not mine in the beginning. Some will wonder why not unicorns or bograts or platypusses? Others will stay in the shadows and snicker. Snicker if you must, but it will be I who has the last laugh, or giggle, or snort.
Speaking of snorts, that is where my story begins. Lay aside your preconceived notions and forget all you thought you knew about the "rabbitz". Herein lies the truth, and so much less.
--------------------------------
For those who know me, this was inevitable. I cannot say I started down this path with this end in mind. In fact, I always imagined I would be known for greater achievements. As plans go, this was not mine in the beginning. Some will wonder why not unicorns or bograts or platypusses? Others will stay in the shadows and snicker. Snicker if you must, but it will be I who has the last laugh, or giggle, or snort.
Speaking of snorts, that is where my story begins. Lay aside your preconceived notions and forget all you thought you knew about the "rabbitz". Herein lies the truth, and so much less.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)