CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He was back in the classroom again, but his wife was there this time. She knew he'd done something bad. He could see her, judging him. He tried to open his moutht o tell her he'd done nothing gone, but he knew that it would be a lie. He knew what he'd done. He looked away from her in shame. He looked out the window and saw his robot out there, helping children cross the street. For some reason he was worried. The robot would kill the children, he knew. A car was driving towards them. The children couldn't see it, and the robot was talking to them, keeping them in the middle of the road. The Professor ran outside. He must have gone out the window, but strangely he couldn't remember. He ran right into the middle of the road. The children just looked at him like he was crazy and rolled their eyes. The robot looked at him coldly, but it always did that. The car slammed its break on, stopping inches from the Professor. He stared the driver right in the eyes. It was Taylor Swift.
He woke to find himself buried under rubble. He was confused for a moment. He'd been back behind the door, hadn't he? But he'd gotten out. He'd been back with Taylor. Her light had let him to escape. And then...his robot had shown up.
Someone was digging him out of the rubble. It was Taylor, pulling the debris off him with her bare hands.
"Are you okay?" she asked, offering him a hand.
"I think so...but...I was back back the door..."
"A flashback. Everyone who comes back from behind the door has them, especially after trauma."
"My robot..."
"He has a spacehsip now. He nuked my palace. It did moderate damage. My starpilots are attacking his ship, but it's well defended."
"How can he have a spaceship..."
"He had you enslaved for decades working on buidling a time machine. He must have been building too."
"Why attack you? Is he working with the Squid God now?"
"I doubt it. He just wants to rule the world. Everybody does."
"Can your starpilots destroy his shiip?" She checked a holographic display projected by her futuristic watch.
"No," she said. "It seems I'll have to take my own starfighter up there and fly down some kind of trench on the surface of his massive ship, in order to explot a weakpoint it will inevitably have."
"I see."
"FOLLOW." She marched down another corridor and they came to a flight hanger. There were many starfighters inside, but the Professor knew right away which was Taylor's. It was pink and there was a cat sitting in it.
"Who's the cat?" he asked.
"This is my co-pilot, Catface. She's a cat. She'll help my blow up the fucking spaceship."
"Oh, you don't want me to be your co-pilot?"
"Ni, I prefer Catface. You can watch the whole battle on this holograhic table." A display of the battle appeared on the table. It showed the robot's massive spaceship ruthlessly gunning down Taylor's starfighters.
"So many dying..."
"Yeah, I guess I should get up there. Come on, Catface!"
"Purr, purr!" said Catface
TO BE CONTINUED?
He woke to find himself buried under rubble. He was confused for a moment. He'd been back behind the door, hadn't he? But he'd gotten out. He'd been back with Taylor. Her light had let him to escape. And then...his robot had shown up.
Someone was digging him out of the rubble. It was Taylor, pulling the debris off him with her bare hands.
"Are you okay?" she asked, offering him a hand.
"I think so...but...I was back back the door..."
"A flashback. Everyone who comes back from behind the door has them, especially after trauma."
"My robot..."
"He has a spacehsip now. He nuked my palace. It did moderate damage. My starpilots are attacking his ship, but it's well defended."
"How can he have a spaceship..."
"He had you enslaved for decades working on buidling a time machine. He must have been building too."
"Why attack you? Is he working with the Squid God now?"
"I doubt it. He just wants to rule the world. Everybody does."
"Can your starpilots destroy his shiip?" She checked a holographic display projected by her futuristic watch.
"No," she said. "It seems I'll have to take my own starfighter up there and fly down some kind of trench on the surface of his massive ship, in order to explot a weakpoint it will inevitably have."
"I see."
"FOLLOW." She marched down another corridor and they came to a flight hanger. There were many starfighters inside, but the Professor knew right away which was Taylor's. It was pink and there was a cat sitting in it.
"Who's the cat?" he asked.
"This is my co-pilot, Catface. She's a cat. She'll help my blow up the fucking spaceship."
"Oh, you don't want me to be your co-pilot?"
"Ni, I prefer Catface. You can watch the whole battle on this holograhic table." A display of the battle appeared on the table. It showed the robot's massive spaceship ruthlessly gunning down Taylor's starfighters.
"So many dying..."
"Yeah, I guess I should get up there. Come on, Catface!"
"Purr, purr!" said Catface
TO BE CONTINUED?
