The Helicopter of Tomorrow

It was the day I died. It seemed like a pretty normal day, which started off like this...

I took no second glances at my dorm mate. Anton was bent over his latest project with a silly grin on his face. Ugh. I headed towards my bathroom and gelled my hair into thick black streaks while he hummed and made small squeaks of excitement. In contrast, his daggy blonde hair nearly swept his diagrams away and his crystaline sky eyes sparkled in excitement...wait, why am I complimenting him!

Well, to tell you the truth, I have just a hint of jealousy to how girls swoon at every accomplishment he does. A tiny bit at how he has billions of dollars while I'm...broke! I desperately need money to pay off the university fees, and will do anything to pay, especially if it involves degrading that Anton guy. A tsunami of dark feelings and jealousy awashed me and my eyes went dark. I grinned. Aha! I plotted and planned as I shaved my beard, ignoring the toothbrush commenting on some tooth cavities.

"Oh hi there Vincent!" chirped Anton. He grinned as I smirked. He took it as a smile. "Do you know that I'm inviting you to my exhibition of my new inventions? Coz now you know! All these other smart asses are also coming, so see me early in the morning, OK? Bye!" As always, I was stunned by his strange radiating merriment. He slipped out and I heard him brightly babble to someone else. In a way, it annoyed the heck out of my nerves.

Just when I was about to doze, the robot maid burst into the room with a florish. "Would you like any chores done?" It spoke in a feminine voice. Even though the frilly outfit it wore might've been amusing, my grumpy attitude told me to decline 'sanitizing your dwelling' and 'getting less spots'. I noted personally that my room was already spotless.

It was then that idea struck me. I shouldn't've done such a thing now I look back but, at that moment it seemed like a perfectly reliable and good thing to do; though it was never a good thing to do in the first place.

The first plan I had was to steal his papers and make him pay to get them back - a ransom. But as I read the invitation, I had even more ideas for my new scheme. After a figity night's sleep, I awoke with anticipation to kick start my plan. I tried to ignore Anton's words of inspiration and instead focused on following his quick steps. After many twists and turns around the familiar halls, I found a circle of men relaxing on heavily patterned upholstery. They all turned on cue.

"Bravo young man! You are Anton Derp if I am correct and you are...?" The man in a white suit turned away from Anton and faced me expectantly. "Vincent Blayd" I replied as icily as I could. I stiffly and reluctantly shook his hand. The other two men didn't see my unwillingness but were trying to tidy their whitening hair. "So, thank you professors, for coming today. I really appreciate it." said Anton warmly.

"Oh, thank you! We are also very pleased to accept your offer!" Wow. I wonder how they all like him.

I then used up the rest of the day looking at his 'cutting edge' technology, which were 'the best of 2023' as they all described, but I wonder again why everyone loves a machine that charges your phone while flipping pancakes. And fat chance the fiery moth catcher would help you when all it does is ignite in flames and slap everything.

Things took a turn when he stood before a veiled object. It was very big and bulky, but had a refined touch to it. "And now I present to you-" he tugged at the cloth a bit. Than harder."-the helicopter of-" I think he was supposed to yank the cloth off but it was too big and he ended up lamely dragging it off. "-TOMORROW!" he hollered. Our small group nodded with approval and politely applauded. Now this has some promise! The sleek helicopter was jet black and gold swirls accented it's powerful blades. It was like no other helicopter seen, and was more dome shaped than normal ones. My hands twitched as I readied for my plan...it was going to go perfectly well!