this is a thread for my Fan-fic. I got the idea after listening to an audio commentary for Space Pilot 3000, where it is stated that origionally they were going to make Fry a nightwatchman at Applied Cryogenics then sold to the professor for spare organs. So I decided to write about it, this is what I've done so far:
*******************************************SPACE PILOT 3000 V2
December 31st 1999
Its night time and it should usually be dark with a few gunshots breaking the silence every now and then, but tonight was different, because at 12 o'clock P. M., it would be the start of a new millennium. The streets are filled with people walking around in cheesy New Years costumes, and some people carrying bats in the fear machines will start attacking everybody. But amongst all of these celebrating people, one man was not celebrating. And this man's name was Philip J. Fry and to bad for him he was the night watchman at the applied cryogenics building.
“Lousy cheap boss, make me work New Year's Eve, and on the new millennium” Fry grumbled under his breath.
Fry is wearing a typical security guard uniform he is walking down a hallway at the applied cryogenics building. He turns to his left and opens the door. He enters a strange room. It is round and at one side of the room. There is strange tubes mounted to the wall, there is another door labeled medic and a vending machine. At the opposite end of the room there is a single chair and desk next to a large window that gave of a spectacular view of the city.
“Well, at least there’s a good view” Fry remarked.
He walks over to the vending machine puts in a few coins presses a button and a drink comes out of the bottom. He grabs the drink and walks over to the table. He puts his hat on the table then leans back in the chair and puts his feet up to rest on the desk. Outside the window mounted to a large building is a giant TV screen. The screen displays the number 10. The hundreds of people gathered at the bottom of the building begin to count down with the TV screen. 9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…
“Hears to another lousy millennium” Fry says in a boring tone.
As he tilts his head back to drink he overbalances and falls backwards into one of the opened tubes as he begins to panic a dial on the door spins around to the number 1000. Then suddenly he is snapped frozen on the spot for 1000 years.