Lab Rats- Dawn

Crush Chop and Burn pt 3

I was sitting on the red chair in the living room, fiddling with my phone, when I noticed a big red sheet in the middle of the room. Curiosity pricked at me, but my dad simply shrugged and told me to ask again when Tasha and Leo joined us.

"Good morning, happy family." Davenport greeted cheerfully as Tasha and Leo entered.

"What is that?" Tasha asked, eyeing the sheet warily. "Whatever it is, don't get too attached." Leo muttered, his voice edged with suspicion. "Look, Leo, Dawn, I know you're going to miss Adam, Bree, and Chase." Donald explained, unfurling the sheet to reveal three eerily lifelike robots underneath. "So, I laser-scanned their features onto these biosynthetic bodies and programmed them with their core personality traits. It's like they never left!" He unveiled the robots one by one—Adam, Bree, and Chase—each looking identical to the originals down to the finest details. "Ah!" Leo screamed, his voice high with alarm.

"What do you think?" Donald beamed, expecting praise. "I think the excitement of having a billionaire dad just wore off." Leo retorted bluntly.

"Donald, I don't know about this." Tasha added, her voice low with concern. "I kind of prefer Leo and Dawn to have friends who can't malfunction and tear them limb from limb." Just then, the three siblings entered, clad in their school uniforms. I stood up and moved next to Leo as they approached. "What are those?" Bree asked, her voice shaky, taking notice of their replicas. "Oh, Dr. Franken-brain here is trying to replace you with creepy robots." I said, my sarcasm dripping. "Welcome to crazy town."

The robots blinked to life. "Good morning. The time is 11:22, and the temperature is currently 68 degrees." Robot Adam announced in a monotone, his voice devoid of any emotion. "You made a robot of me that just stands around telling people the time and the temperature?" Adam asked, his expression flat. "That's the coolest thing I've ever seen!" he exclaimed excitedly, holding his hand out for a high-five, only to let it drop when the robot stared back at him blankly.

Bree walked up to her robot counterpart and studied it closely. "Does my nose really look like that?"

"No, yours has a faint mustache underneath." Robot Bree replied with a sassy tone, causing everyone to laugh. As the laughter died down, Robot Chase finally spoke up. "Hey, everyone. I'm Chase. Let's do, ma—ma—" Davenport smacked his chest in frustration to get the robot to continue speaking. "-- ma—math." he stuttered. We all burst into laughter again, and even . "That is not funny." he glared at his creation. 

Adam laughed, mimicking Chase's robotic stutter. "No, you're right. It's fuh—fuh—fuh—" Bree smacked his shoulder to help him continue. "Funny."

The doorbell rang, cutting through the comedy, as Donald went to answer it. An agent was standing there for Adam, Bree, and Chase. "Hey, Fitz. How's it going?" Donald greeted him with forced cheer but got no response. "How's life?" Silence. "How's tricks?" Still nothing. "Alrighty then. You guys should've seen him at the Christmas party. He's a karaoke master."

We were all too focused on the fact that they had to leave. "Well, I guess this is it. Thanks for everything, guys." Bree sighed, her voice thick with sadness. "Yeah, you're the best friends we've ever had." Adam corrected his brother with a bittersweet smile. "No, they're the only friends we've ever had."

"Well, don't forget to bundle up on your deadly missions," Tasha said, pulling them into a tight hug. "Hey, remember, this is a good thing. Without any distractions, you might finish your training early." Donald added, trying to put a positive spin on it.

Because that makes us all feel better.

We waved at them, each of us feeling a pang of loss. They were family, in their own weird, dysfunctional way. Eddy decided to make things worse as usual. "Whoo-hoo! They're gone!" "Eddy—" Donald scolded him for ruining the moment.