An Art Thread of My Own, why not?

[Reply #40 on:]

Well, I have wrote this piece of fan-fiction. It could be a scene from an episode, which I would call Particular Solution to Non-linear Problem.

Small thumping noices can barely be heard not so far away. Closer to they sound like steps, perhaps. Slippers move slowly, but still in a hurry, through the hallway. There is no light in the hallway and the feet that wear slippers are old. Very old. The lack of light makes almost dramatic feeling to this necessary transition from one room to another. The man associated with these feet is kind of man, whose intelligence and sanity may vary over time. He approaches a door.

As Zoidberg was telling how he felt he had lost something that day and nobody was listening to him, a door to the meeting room opens and Professor quickly sits down at the table with others.

One could notice a small pause with silence.

Leela: "So...?"
Professor: "So what?"
Leela: "Why did you call us to meeting?"
Professor: "Ohh! I wanted to introduce you to my latest invention and tell you we have a delivery."
Hermes: "We have? I was so sure we didn't make it this time...
               So, tell us Professor, what's the invention? Is it some sort of time button?"
Professor: "Oh my no, I already threw it away after messing with Zoidberg.
                 No, with this one you can increase your reading speed. I call it Quick-Eye-Move™."

At the same time Zoidberg starts staring eyes wide open, surprised, as someone had mentioned throwing some food away.

Amy: "Interesting, how many lab-animals were killed during making it?"
Professor: "Oh, I can't remember the figures. It's not an exact science, you know."
Fry: "Speaking of killing living organisms, where's Bender?"
Professor: "Who?"
Fry: "Bender, the robot. He would be very upset of you not remembering him."
Professor: "Who the hell knows!? But my invention..."
Hermes: "It is a good question, where is Bender?
              He should have already been here not helping me with with some bending tasks."
Professor: "Yes, the invention seems to be a success already, indeed."

Zoidberg stares eyes wide open, frozen, like there was a piece of unguarded cake in a distance.

[Reply #41 on:]

Ooh, a new fanfic. A dying breed in these cancelled of days. What little there is looks good so far.

[Reply #42 on:]

I didn't really intend to do more than that little thing. Unless I get a good idea and I'm not lazy, that's just something I wanted to try.

[Reply #43 on:]

Turns out I did, so there's that. There's even going to be an end, it's about 2/3 now. Yeah, I'm not very good at writing, at least writing anything long.
Particular Solution to Non-linear Problem and what happened next?

'Where is Bender?' Or should it be 'When is Bender?' While both of them are good questions, only one seems to have biggest probablility and so happens to be considered over others that, in turn, become obscure. It happens to be 'Why is Bender?' All of the questions can be or not, but when you look at them, only one of them can be answered. However, the answer is as ambiguous as the question.

In different time and space, but not far in either.

Fry: "I'm still thinking; why is Bender missing?"
Leela: "Oh, I thought you were sleeping."
Fry: "I was, before I woke me up. And I was thinking
        ...or was it just one of those ads in people's dreams?"
Leela: "I think we should focus on this delivery first and look for him afterwards."
Fry: "Yeah... At least we have Zoidberg with us helping."
Leela: "Don't even remin-"
Zoidberg: "Friends, did I already tell you about my dream, where I was a rich man!?"

Such is wealth, a dream, as much as it's trivial, it's relative.
It's not something that is or isn't. Everyone has it, it's just very, very improbable sometimes.

Something cold and metallic touches Bender's cold and metallic hand. Before or after that, Bender notices there's really dark in there, or maybe it's bright, it's really hard to see. There's 1s and 0s all around him, but it doesn't quite make sense.

Frank: "Hello, Frank."
Bender: "Hi, where am I?"
Frank: "I don't know where I am."
Bender: "There is a lot of me here."
Frank: "It's nice, isn't it? Oh, I want you to meet my other friend, Frank."
Frank: "Bite my indefinite innumerable ass."

Meanwhile, Fry and Leela continue flying through the space and the space travels away from them. This is to ensure that an anonymously defined item reaches its intended recipient.

What is the delivery without a package? What is the adventure with no meaning? Is the package even meaningful? The package here, of course, symbolises a mystery element of story. After all, you can never know what's inside, before you open it. There could be anything inside since anything is with possibility, while for the most part it's irrelevant. The package is irrelevant.

[Reply #44 on:]

Is this Big Bang Theory fanfic?

[Reply #45 on:]

I don't know? But here's
the final and most cromulent part of Particular Solution to Non-linear Problem.

The Planet Express ship lands on a dwarf planet just next to Pluto and there's a forest for whatever reason. Also, the air is breathable as Fry, Leela and Zoidberg notice as they start going through the forest.

Some whooping around is involved.

Zoidberg: "Hurray, I'm on an adventure with friends! I'm gonna be like 'here is your delivery'
                and they're gonna be like 'what's that smell?' and I'll be like 'whoop whoop whoop'!"
Fry: "What's in this anyway? Doesn't seem to weight that much.
      Maybe it's something invisible, also you can't feel it and it doesn't weight."
Zoidberg: "I hope it's edible."

Zoidberg focuses on package and his tentacles move ever so slightly with indication of wanting to eat something delicious worm-swarming food.

Leela: "Be careful, don't break it. And don't eat it! I want to go home as soon as possible
           without any problems, I have some plants that need some watering."
Fry: "Fine... let's not do anything irresponsible and water our plants."

The three continue despite nothing interesting happening, it's very short walk anyway. Finally they see something between bunch of trees, everything turns foggy and air becomes hard to breath.

Is it night time or just too dark to see? Creepy animal noices come from behind and it feels like something is right in front of you. It's the wind blowing the smell of death on your face while the trees suddenly become taller and far more branching. Mad laughter overwhelms everything else for a second and everything simply stops in fear. A dreamy wave of unconscious walls close in and it feels like Bender is closer than they'd expect.

At this point defence system for small wooden cabin turns off and they approach the door of this cabin. The door opens.

Leela: "Professor!?"
Fry: "Oh, Professor, I need tomorrow for free."
Professor: "Ah, my delivery, it's about time. Oh well, I suppose that's what you get
                 for using cheaper delivery service..."
Leela: "But how did you... why couldn't you just...?"
Professor: "Oh, it's my crew. This is an experiment I wanted to conduct with
                 physical package transportation using qubit data."
Zoidberg: "So no dinner for Zoidberg tonight, either..."
Fry: "Why?"
Professor: "It's something for me to do here in my free time, it has no practical use.
                 After all, it wouldn't be a science experiment otherwise."

Professor takes the package, which turns out to contain a box with letters 'frank' in the side of it.

Professor: "This is perfect time to use my latest invention."

He puts Quick-Eye-Move™ on and reads the qubit data stored in the each letter of 'frank'. From the entangled virtual particles in the data, Bender appears and he has the box in his cavity. Wavefunction collapses and whatnot, Bender throws unopened box away and lights a cigar.

Bender: "I'm back, baby!"
Zoidberg: "Robot, my friend!"
Fry: "Hi, Bender, I was wondering where you'd gone."
Professor: "Interesting... I didn't expect it to work that well at all.
                 Oh well, see you tomorrow, whoever you all are."

As Professor is closing the door, Zoidberg zones out, when he sees a glimpse of leftovers on the table. As improbable it is, Zoidberg once again was very close to the wealth.

[Reply #46 on:]

And so I never wrote again. Instead I made the Futurama theme song. With guitars and non-moving pictures.

* QNF reserves any rights to lack of quality, isn't liable to loss of one's hearing and/or brain activity and is also ready to send wave after wave of his own men until video reaches its time limit and shuts down.

[Reply #47 on:]

A Futurama vid with own music...now that's something new for here. Cudos for coming up with a new idea

[Reply #48 on:]

That's pretty cool, QNF