A Robot in The Bronx, Pt.3- Pro-Jek-Tor Inc. and the Dungeon of mystery and exploding heads
“This is it…” Jerky looked up towards the top of the old office building. “Pro-Jek-Tor Inc.” the sign read. Jerky scanned the surrounding area for signs of life. Nothing. Maybe there was no one here. After connecting to the city’s phone number database through the phone at the hotel, he had called the professor to verify certain companies on the list. The professor has said this company was important, but would not say why.
Jerky pushed the door open. It let out a surge of processed air from inside the office lobby. There was nothing unusual about the lobby. It was quiet. There was no one in the lobby except for a lone receptionist sitting behind a solid oak desk. “How may I help ya?” she said, smacking her gum loudly. “First off,” jerky said “you could stop chewing that gum so loudly.” She stops chewing and looks him over for a moment. “Mr. Projektor is not in right now. Would you like to set up an appointment for a later time?”
“Actually…” jerky replied “I will just take a look around.” “You can’t do that!” she screamed. “Security!” There was a whirring sound and a portion of the wall opened. A robot with a police hat and a truncheon rushed out. Jerky activated his laser eye program and melted the obviously out of date security bot. “Click” Jerky turned just in time to see the receptionist pointing a shotgun at his face. “Get out now!” she spat “I will shoot if you don’t!” All was quiet for a few seconds that seemed like forever. With robot precision, Jerky punched her in the nose. She went down quietly. Judging from the blood, she was not a robot.
Jerky walked up to the second floor of the office building. Nothing. Third floor. Nothing. On the fourth floor there was also nothing. The company was a fake. As Jerky was leaving the building, he noticed something. The portion of wall that the security bot had come out of was still wide open. Jerky, without hesitating, entered. There were stairs leading down into a dark, dingy basement. Jerky continued down.
The stairs ended in a large, dark, room. There were a lot of machine parts scattered around. Half built robots and machines stood in different parts of the spacious dungeon. As Jerky entered further into the room, he saw that there were also people sitting at tables working on something. Jerky walked over to one of the work stations as everything went quiet, and all eyes were on him. They must not have noticed him before.
As Jerky stood over table, the man working there let out a small noise like a wounded animal. “It’s okay.” Jerky said “I will not hurt you.” The fat, seemingly dorky man stared at him for a second, his coke-bottle glasses making his eyes seem huge. Jerky said “Tell me what happened here.” The man’s receding hairline arched forward and his brow wrinkled, as if he was in deep thought. “It was horrible!” he exploded suddenly. “The boss treated us so bad before finally putting us down here in the dungeon workshop. We build robots for him. Not by choice of course. We were originally a software company until one day the company was sold and the new boss came and made everyone miserable!” Jerky stood waiting for more. “Is that it?” Jerky said. “No!” the man started suddenly “He was mean to everyone. He came into my cubicle and made me eat sand. Then he broke all my Star Wars toys. Even Chewbacca.”
“Well…” Jerky said “Your all free to go.” There was a gasp throughout the room. “Really!?!” said the fat man. “On one condition.” Jerky replied “You must tell me the name of your boss and where he is located.” The man said “Oh, that’s easy. His name is…” BOOM!!! There was a loud explosion as the man’s head tore into many pieces and sprayed blood, hair, and brain chunks all over Jerky. Jerky looked around in amazement.
Everyone that had been in the dungeon no longer had a head. Every one of them was dead. They must have been implanted with self destructing brain chips. If they got too close to telling someone who the boss was, their heads would explode. This could also mean that the boss, whoever he is, might be watching and hearing everything. Jerky had to leave. Jerky decided that it would be wise to find out all he could about Pro-Jek-Tor Inc. before he did any more investigating.
Jerky returned to his robot motel and sat around his room for awhile before cleaning the human brain juices off of his metal exterior. Jerky contemplated taking a day off due to mental anguish because of seeing about a hundred human heads disintegrate into slimy chunks of skull and brain. Then he decided it wasn’t a big deal.
Jerky flipped on the television and watched some robot foxy boxing…..
Jerky pushed the door open. It let out a surge of processed air from inside the office lobby. There was nothing unusual about the lobby. It was quiet. There was no one in the lobby except for a lone receptionist sitting behind a solid oak desk. “How may I help ya?” she said, smacking her gum loudly. “First off,” jerky said “you could stop chewing that gum so loudly.” She stops chewing and looks him over for a moment. “Mr. Projektor is not in right now. Would you like to set up an appointment for a later time?”
“Actually…” jerky replied “I will just take a look around.” “You can’t do that!” she screamed. “Security!” There was a whirring sound and a portion of the wall opened. A robot with a police hat and a truncheon rushed out. Jerky activated his laser eye program and melted the obviously out of date security bot. “Click” Jerky turned just in time to see the receptionist pointing a shotgun at his face. “Get out now!” she spat “I will shoot if you don’t!” All was quiet for a few seconds that seemed like forever. With robot precision, Jerky punched her in the nose. She went down quietly. Judging from the blood, she was not a robot.
Jerky walked up to the second floor of the office building. Nothing. Third floor. Nothing. On the fourth floor there was also nothing. The company was a fake. As Jerky was leaving the building, he noticed something. The portion of wall that the security bot had come out of was still wide open. Jerky, without hesitating, entered. There were stairs leading down into a dark, dingy basement. Jerky continued down.
The stairs ended in a large, dark, room. There were a lot of machine parts scattered around. Half built robots and machines stood in different parts of the spacious dungeon. As Jerky entered further into the room, he saw that there were also people sitting at tables working on something. Jerky walked over to one of the work stations as everything went quiet, and all eyes were on him. They must not have noticed him before.
As Jerky stood over table, the man working there let out a small noise like a wounded animal. “It’s okay.” Jerky said “I will not hurt you.” The fat, seemingly dorky man stared at him for a second, his coke-bottle glasses making his eyes seem huge. Jerky said “Tell me what happened here.” The man’s receding hairline arched forward and his brow wrinkled, as if he was in deep thought. “It was horrible!” he exploded suddenly. “The boss treated us so bad before finally putting us down here in the dungeon workshop. We build robots for him. Not by choice of course. We were originally a software company until one day the company was sold and the new boss came and made everyone miserable!” Jerky stood waiting for more. “Is that it?” Jerky said. “No!” the man started suddenly “He was mean to everyone. He came into my cubicle and made me eat sand. Then he broke all my Star Wars toys. Even Chewbacca.”
“Well…” Jerky said “Your all free to go.” There was a gasp throughout the room. “Really!?!” said the fat man. “On one condition.” Jerky replied “You must tell me the name of your boss and where he is located.” The man said “Oh, that’s easy. His name is…” BOOM!!! There was a loud explosion as the man’s head tore into many pieces and sprayed blood, hair, and brain chunks all over Jerky. Jerky looked around in amazement.
Everyone that had been in the dungeon no longer had a head. Every one of them was dead. They must have been implanted with self destructing brain chips. If they got too close to telling someone who the boss was, their heads would explode. This could also mean that the boss, whoever he is, might be watching and hearing everything. Jerky had to leave. Jerky decided that it would be wise to find out all he could about Pro-Jek-Tor Inc. before he did any more investigating.
Jerky returned to his robot motel and sat around his room for awhile before cleaning the human brain juices off of his metal exterior. Jerky contemplated taking a day off due to mental anguish because of seeing about a hundred human heads disintegrate into slimy chunks of skull and brain. Then he decided it wasn’t a big deal.
Jerky flipped on the television and watched some robot foxy boxing…..