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Bending Unit
« on: 09-28-2003 23:03 »
« Last Edit on: 09-29-2003 00:00 »

Yes, I DO now realize that I misnamed the post, but I cannot change it.

All I ask, should I continue?
   sub questions: Is the honest or obvious style akin to futurama? Would seriously dramatized character actions coupled with the humor that usually peppers the show work into a more productive fanfic? Ava Braun?

It was a waste of time. I was irresponsible, I was going no where. My family never believed in my life ending anywhere but in the gutter. Today was Thanksgiving, and I was everywhere but home. I looked over the city of New York one memory at a time. As I relived every place my hope had died and all the times I forgot who I wanted to be, I realized I had been going backwards. From my last girlfriend dumping me to some of my earliest joys. The joy of arcade gaming. I was biking back home when I saw a sign flashing defectively. It read Space Shak Roll-a-Dome. It was one more reason to stay away from my father mother, and older brother. Inside was a place straight out from my childhood, loud tacky and filled wall to rink side with arcade machines. All my old favorites were there, Ghouls and Ghosts, Monkey Fracas, and space invaders.
   “Fry!” Leela’s voice jarred Fry back up to the present. He was not so dazed that he could not tell where the sound was coming from. On his right side, and somewhat down was the screen of a video phone.
   “Leela, What up?” She was angry, but Fry could place her tone with anything that had happened. She had a voice that spoke of a million years worth of grating patience finally cracking. Suddenly the whole day to him had seemed like something out of someone else’s life who was also afflicted with amnesia.
“Do you think you could maybe take care of that space cow about to ram us?” Fry hands moved before his thoughts caught up with them. They gripped a pairs of cold steering sticks and a moment of childhood revelry gave his body a comfortable meaning of an old master renewing work in a long practiced craft. He was in the gunners chair, the why came back to him momentarily after a raging space cow rolled into the view port. Red pulsating lights and sirens blared “Incoming!”
   “Space Cow, meet Space Shak’s all time high scorer, summer of 93!”  For this point blank aiming, his thumbs eased onto the firing buttons. Outside, space exploded in a rainbow of blue light, quickly overtaken with a red wave of cow debris, engorging the ship. Independent of the stuttering and stopping ship, Fry felt himself leap to raise his fists in triumph and shout.
   Bzzzt     “Fry, get down here, now!” Bzzzt Through a somewhat dim cloud of perception rose in Fry the feeling that this wasn’t a good thing.
   He nearly fell down a flight of stairs and stumbled off a ladder, his body uncontrollably clumsy. When he arrived nearly shaking to the Control Room door, Bender had poring over a magazine titled Better Chrome and Bending Units. “Hey Leela, in this issue Martha Stewarts Head has a way for me to put a mini-bar in my chest cavities. They have instructional pictures!”
   “Bender,” she scolded, “I like to stay focused on my anger.”
   Uneasy steps followed the rushing of the cabin door. An arms length to the captain’s chair left Fry wishing this was one of his nightmares where the hallway never ends. Running would prove nothing, he knew. Another step turned the chair into Leela's furious face.
   “What The Hell Happened Up There!”
   “I uuhh saved us heroically by killing that space c…”
   “You sat there for three minutes while I evaded it! You could have killed us!”
   “But I saved us didn’t I?” Leela couldn’t just brush this off.
   “Fry, in a well funded ship the way you acted would have me reassign you to some less important duty.” Fry sighed audibly. “But since Bender’s the only one who can navigate, I can’t. Don’t let it happen again. Now go help him get the engines cleaned out. We still need to make it out of here.”
   As he left, he looked back at Leela longingly, certain he had lost some part of their friendship he couldn’t replace. The sound of his feet masked by the hush of the door as they brushed down the hallway.

             The easy part was getting the brain out, but the hard part was getting the brain out!

Liquid Emperor
« Reply #1 on: 09-28-2003 23:08 »

Excellent job. I can't wait for more.
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