CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"There's more," said Madonna. "Many more translations of ancient documents."
"They...they scare me," said Taylor.
"I know what you mean," said Madonna. "I can almost feel the Squid God...watching us."
"What's this one?" said Taylor, picking up a document. She started to read. "The tale told by the ancient Meepanese tribe was of a man known as the Squidinator. Somehow he was related to the Squid God of the mountain. Some say he was the Squid God, in human form, that the Squid God desired to walk amongst men. Others say the Squid God and the Squidinator were seperate and at war. All agreed that the Squidinator spread nothing but misery. Yet it is also said that the Squidinator, unlike the Squid God, desired love. That he tried to make humanity love him, that he took a human woman as a wife...more than once. And yet..."
She stopped reading. "It broke off there," she said.
"Some of these are even more outlandish," said Madonna. "One speaks of a creation myth involving the Squidinator transforming the Earth into a weapon and going to war with a Starwhale. I don't know if we'll learn anything useful from this."
"Look on this monitor," said Taylor. "Doesn't that look like..."
"The robot!" said Madonna. It was a blurry image, but it was the robot. He was at a Beyonce concert.
"Poor Beyonce," said Taylor. "She's not so evil, really. Probably doesn't want to destroy the world. Gaga on the other hand...she probably went to the robot willingly."
"Michael wrote something," said Madonna, reading. "I believe the robot's mission to be time dependant. Perhaps he only has a limited battery life..."
"Well that's it then!" said Taylor. "We just hide here until the robot's battery runs out!"
"He did seem to be rushing me to the top of that mountain, like I had to be there at a certain time to end the world..."
"Then we just wait here. Michael probably has plenty of crazy food. That chocolate room alone could last us months."
They felt a rumbling sound.
"What...what's going on?" asked Madonna.
"ALERT, ALERT," came a computerised voice. "LORD MICHAEL'S LIFE SIGNS HAVE BEEN OFFLINE FOR FIVE HOURS. MANSION WILL NOW SELF DESTRUCT TO STOP HIS ENEMIES LEARNING HIS SECRETS. HOOO HOO!"
"No!" said Taylor.
But the countdown had begun.
"They...they scare me," said Taylor.
"I know what you mean," said Madonna. "I can almost feel the Squid God...watching us."
"What's this one?" said Taylor, picking up a document. She started to read. "The tale told by the ancient Meepanese tribe was of a man known as the Squidinator. Somehow he was related to the Squid God of the mountain. Some say he was the Squid God, in human form, that the Squid God desired to walk amongst men. Others say the Squid God and the Squidinator were seperate and at war. All agreed that the Squidinator spread nothing but misery. Yet it is also said that the Squidinator, unlike the Squid God, desired love. That he tried to make humanity love him, that he took a human woman as a wife...more than once. And yet..."
She stopped reading. "It broke off there," she said.
"Some of these are even more outlandish," said Madonna. "One speaks of a creation myth involving the Squidinator transforming the Earth into a weapon and going to war with a Starwhale. I don't know if we'll learn anything useful from this."
"Look on this monitor," said Taylor. "Doesn't that look like..."
"The robot!" said Madonna. It was a blurry image, but it was the robot. He was at a Beyonce concert.
"Poor Beyonce," said Taylor. "She's not so evil, really. Probably doesn't want to destroy the world. Gaga on the other hand...she probably went to the robot willingly."
"Michael wrote something," said Madonna, reading. "I believe the robot's mission to be time dependant. Perhaps he only has a limited battery life..."
"Well that's it then!" said Taylor. "We just hide here until the robot's battery runs out!"
"He did seem to be rushing me to the top of that mountain, like I had to be there at a certain time to end the world..."
"Then we just wait here. Michael probably has plenty of crazy food. That chocolate room alone could last us months."
They felt a rumbling sound.
"What...what's going on?" asked Madonna.
"ALERT, ALERT," came a computerised voice. "LORD MICHAEL'S LIFE SIGNS HAVE BEEN OFFLINE FOR FIVE HOURS. MANSION WILL NOW SELF DESTRUCT TO STOP HIS ENEMIES LEARNING HIS SECRETS. HOOO HOO!"
"No!" said Taylor.
But the countdown had begun.