Excerpts From A Novel In Progress... Project - Decoy!
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Excerpts from a novel in progress
Project: Decoy!
Chapter 1 - An Encounter
Kris’s sword glances off the robot as its eyes flashed like lightning, they’d been fighting for two hours and his muscles were glistening with sweat. The robot glistened also, but not with sweat, with oil. Oil that was seeping slowly from a small cut Kris had made an hour previously. Kris was not making much progress. He wiped the wet, dripping sweat from his burly brow and attacked again. The robot parried Kris’s sword effortlessly and swung a metallic fist brimming with death at Kris’s sweaty, masculine form. Kris dodged and executed a round-house kick into the robots teetering form. The kick knocked the robot off balance and it fell headlong down the 200 foot cliff they had been fighting on all along.
Kris triumphantly wiped the sweat off his heaving chest and swatted at a passing fly that had been drawn to his pleasant yet striking manly odour. This wasn’t how he wanted things to be, fighting robots on cliff edges with swords. Kris didn’t like killing though he realised and understood the necessity. He wanted to be a researcher. A scientist. And finally discover the reason for it all. For life.
It had been 300 years since the robots took over and it wasn’t getting any easier
Chapter 3 B.R. - An Earlier Encounter
On Kris’s eighteenth birthday his father had taken him to National Robotics where he worked dutifully and with honour. Showing his son how the robots were made and how, if anything ever went wrong, they could be turned off would end up being valuable knowledge to Kris come the robotic revolution. On his fifth official tour of the day Kris noticed something different that wasn’t there before because it had changed. It was diverse to the norm which Kris had come to expect having seen the plant four times before. It had been altered. What had been previous untouched was now touched, are perhaps, new. The ‘it’ in question was a small robot in the corner with the letters LDFTHRNGHM2NDFCNTBRYTN on the side.
“What’s that robot over there?” Kris asked the official tour guide.
“That’s one of our latest models,” said the guide, Paul, “we’ve nicknamed it Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town because, if you look closely, the model number is slightly similar. We’re clever in that way.”
“It hasn’t been there the last four times though,” said Kris.
“You’re right, and neither has my tip so no more questions from you.”
Kris resigned his questioning nature to a depth far below him and looked pessimistically at Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town. It was moving.
Before Kris knew anything at all the robot was leaping through the air towards the guide and had ripped off the guide’s head before Kris had the chance to learn anything. The robot began to rip into the other tour members and Kris knew that something had to be done. Luckily he had been working out earlier that day, lifting twice his weight with his impeccable pecks so he was well up for a fight.
“LORD FOTHERINGHAM THE 2ND OF CANTERBURY TOWN!” Screamed Kris.
The robot turned. Its eyes glowed red and a mighty rumble began to emanate from its metallic, mechanical and moving mouth.
“MY NAME,” it said, “is LDFTHRNGHM2NDFCNTBRYTN!”
The robot lunged at Kris and ripped his shirt exposing a chest already gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. Kris looked down and realized his favourite shirt had been ripped, never again would he able to arrogantly tell the world that he had seen a vintage Peter Kay video and had found amusement in the part about a father being suspicious of bread mixed with garlic.
Kris, filled with anger, annoyance, irritation, fury, rage, antagonism, resentment and calm (antonym) threw five quick punches in rapid succession. The robot reeled back and looked surprise at Kris’s awesome power. Kris’s shirt had completely fallen off now and the robot couldn’t help but admire the awesome specimen of mankind before him. The small beads of sweat accentuated a perfect six pack of mighty strength and the broad shoulders barely fitted into the robot’s inadequate vision sensors. But they had to fight and they did….
Chapter 97 - An End To Madness
Kris ran into the core of the robot mind with Samantha hanging limply off his unbelievably muscled arm. He quickly slammed a button shutting the two main doors leaving 45,000 robots behind. It wouldn’t be long before they got in though; he’d have to work fast. With the Amulet of Omicron hanging round his neck he laid Samantha’s delicate, female body onto the ground and ran to the main controls. There were already small dents in the doors, probably from robots hurling themselves against it.
Kris’s arm still hurt from the fight with his best friend, Paul. His name would be remembered fondly by Kris thanks to all the happy memories he had left of when they were children. If only Paul hadn’t betrayed him and gone to the robots, did he really need that telescopic, robotic, hydrophonic arm?
Kris got down to the task; he could mourn Paul’s death later. Right now he had to save the world. His fingers were a blur over the keyboard as he typed in the code he got from his father just three hours earlier. He’d have to mourn his father later too. Did he really need that telescopic, robotic, hydrophonic arm?
Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, Kris put in the final bit of code. The main console awoke and spoke.
“KRIS,” said the mainframe, “I’VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.”
Kris glanced upwards with horror.
“Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town?!” exclaimed Kris.
“THE VERY SAME. YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD DEFEATED ME SO MANY YEARS AGO BUT IN FACT YOU JUST MADE ME STRONGER. AFTER YOU PUNCHED ME I REALISED YOU WERE THE PERFECT HUMAN SPECIMEN AND CONSPIRED TO BRING YOU HERE TODAY. AND HERE YOU ARE. TODAY.”
“Of course! It all makes sense! The cryptic clues in courier new! The weird dreams I had! But Samantha was the one that led me here, not her too?!”
Samantha awoke and spoke, “I’M AFRAID SO KRIS. AND REMEMBER THAT NIGHT WE SPENT TOGETHER NINE MONTHS AGO? LOOK AT THE FRUITION OF THAT ACT!”
Samantha opened up her stomach and a small child awoke inside her. It unplugged it’s umbilical cord and turned it’s red eyes on its father, Kris.
“No! It can’t be! Not my child! NOT MY CHILD!”
The cyborg baby crawled towards Kris and he realized he would have to massacre his own child with his own hands.
Excerpts from a novel in progress
Project: Decoy!
Chapter 1 - An Encounter
Kris’s sword glances off the robot as its eyes flashed like lightning, they’d been fighting for two hours and his muscles were glistening with sweat. The robot glistened also, but not with sweat, with oil. Oil that was seeping slowly from a small cut Kris had made an hour previously. Kris was not making much progress. He wiped the wet, dripping sweat from his burly brow and attacked again. The robot parried Kris’s sword effortlessly and swung a metallic fist brimming with death at Kris’s sweaty, masculine form. Kris dodged and executed a round-house kick into the robots teetering form. The kick knocked the robot off balance and it fell headlong down the 200 foot cliff they had been fighting on all along.
Kris triumphantly wiped the sweat off his heaving chest and swatted at a passing fly that had been drawn to his pleasant yet striking manly odour. This wasn’t how he wanted things to be, fighting robots on cliff edges with swords. Kris didn’t like killing though he realised and understood the necessity. He wanted to be a researcher. A scientist. And finally discover the reason for it all. For life.
It had been 300 years since the robots took over and it wasn’t getting any easier
Chapter 3 B.R. - An Earlier Encounter
On Kris’s eighteenth birthday his father had taken him to National Robotics where he worked dutifully and with honour. Showing his son how the robots were made and how, if anything ever went wrong, they could be turned off would end up being valuable knowledge to Kris come the robotic revolution. On his fifth official tour of the day Kris noticed something different that wasn’t there before because it had changed. It was diverse to the norm which Kris had come to expect having seen the plant four times before. It had been altered. What had been previous untouched was now touched, are perhaps, new. The ‘it’ in question was a small robot in the corner with the letters LDFTHRNGHM2NDFCNTBRYTN on the side.
“What’s that robot over there?” Kris asked the official tour guide.
“That’s one of our latest models,” said the guide, Paul, “we’ve nicknamed it Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town because, if you look closely, the model number is slightly similar. We’re clever in that way.”
“It hasn’t been there the last four times though,” said Kris.
“You’re right, and neither has my tip so no more questions from you.”
Kris resigned his questioning nature to a depth far below him and looked pessimistically at Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town. It was moving.
Before Kris knew anything at all the robot was leaping through the air towards the guide and had ripped off the guide’s head before Kris had the chance to learn anything. The robot began to rip into the other tour members and Kris knew that something had to be done. Luckily he had been working out earlier that day, lifting twice his weight with his impeccable pecks so he was well up for a fight.
“LORD FOTHERINGHAM THE 2ND OF CANTERBURY TOWN!” Screamed Kris.
The robot turned. Its eyes glowed red and a mighty rumble began to emanate from its metallic, mechanical and moving mouth.
“MY NAME,” it said, “is LDFTHRNGHM2NDFCNTBRYTN!”
The robot lunged at Kris and ripped his shirt exposing a chest already gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. Kris looked down and realized his favourite shirt had been ripped, never again would he able to arrogantly tell the world that he had seen a vintage Peter Kay video and had found amusement in the part about a father being suspicious of bread mixed with garlic.
Kris, filled with anger, annoyance, irritation, fury, rage, antagonism, resentment and calm (antonym) threw five quick punches in rapid succession. The robot reeled back and looked surprise at Kris’s awesome power. Kris’s shirt had completely fallen off now and the robot couldn’t help but admire the awesome specimen of mankind before him. The small beads of sweat accentuated a perfect six pack of mighty strength and the broad shoulders barely fitted into the robot’s inadequate vision sensors. But they had to fight and they did….
Chapter 97 - An End To Madness
Kris ran into the core of the robot mind with Samantha hanging limply off his unbelievably muscled arm. He quickly slammed a button shutting the two main doors leaving 45,000 robots behind. It wouldn’t be long before they got in though; he’d have to work fast. With the Amulet of Omicron hanging round his neck he laid Samantha’s delicate, female body onto the ground and ran to the main controls. There were already small dents in the doors, probably from robots hurling themselves against it.
Kris’s arm still hurt from the fight with his best friend, Paul. His name would be remembered fondly by Kris thanks to all the happy memories he had left of when they were children. If only Paul hadn’t betrayed him and gone to the robots, did he really need that telescopic, robotic, hydrophonic arm?
Kris got down to the task; he could mourn Paul’s death later. Right now he had to save the world. His fingers were a blur over the keyboard as he typed in the code he got from his father just three hours earlier. He’d have to mourn his father later too. Did he really need that telescopic, robotic, hydrophonic arm?
Shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts, Kris put in the final bit of code. The main console awoke and spoke.
“KRIS,” said the mainframe, “I’VE BEEN EXPECTING YOU.”
Kris glanced upwards with horror.
“Lord Fotheringham The 2nd Of Canterbury Town?!” exclaimed Kris.
“THE VERY SAME. YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD DEFEATED ME SO MANY YEARS AGO BUT IN FACT YOU JUST MADE ME STRONGER. AFTER YOU PUNCHED ME I REALISED YOU WERE THE PERFECT HUMAN SPECIMEN AND CONSPIRED TO BRING YOU HERE TODAY. AND HERE YOU ARE. TODAY.”
“Of course! It all makes sense! The cryptic clues in courier new! The weird dreams I had! But Samantha was the one that led me here, not her too?!”
Samantha awoke and spoke, “I’M AFRAID SO KRIS. AND REMEMBER THAT NIGHT WE SPENT TOGETHER NINE MONTHS AGO? LOOK AT THE FRUITION OF THAT ACT!”
Samantha opened up her stomach and a small child awoke inside her. It unplugged it’s umbilical cord and turned it’s red eyes on its father, Kris.
“No! It can’t be! Not my child! NOT MY CHILD!”
The cyborg baby crawled towards Kris and he realized he would have to massacre his own child with his own hands.