The crowd erupted.
"On my left, we have Supo!"
The audience screamed.
"And on my right, we have Double Shawty!"
A smaller section of the crowd cheered.
The host smiled.
"But only one of these two artists can take home the prize!"
The music stopped.
The crowd grew quiet.
"Your winner..."
The host paused for dramatic effect.
"...the rapper who, just moments ago, was considered one of the worst rappers in the competition..."
He pointed toward Supo.
"SUP0!"
The club exploded.
Alex grabbed DJ.
"Did we win?"
DJ grinned.
"We won!"
Alex hugged him.
"I told you!"
DJ's face turned red.
"Yeah..."
Alex released him.
"Come on. Let's go."
The host raised his microphone.
"And here are the two lucky people who were the ONLY ones to bet on Supo!"
A spotlight landed on Alex and DJ.
"Give it up for Supo's new managers!"
The crowd cheered.
Supo stepped toward them.
"I couldn't have done this without you guys!"
Alex smiled.
"Let's get out of here before you start crying."
Back at the House
Alex's grandfather held up a strange metallic object.
"Hand me that tool."
Treaya looked at it through half-closed eyes.
"This?"
She yawned.
"Wow. It looks like an egg."
Her grandfather smiled.
"Go get some sleep, darling. I'll finish what I can."
Treaya nodded and stumbled toward the bedroom.
Mupo sat at the table.
"Rebot, make me a sandwich."
The machine didn't move.
Mupo frowned.
"It doesn't make sandwiches."
Mupo looked disappointed.
"Then what's the point of having a robot?"
Alex's grandfather chuckled.
"If you're bored, you can help me with something."
Mupo's expression changed.
"Finally."
He stood.
"Now we're talking."
Alex's grandfather looked toward the windows.
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Galactic War The Seven
Science FictionIn the year 2204, the world is no longer the place it once was. The loss of oil and a devastating virus have changed humanity forever, taking countless lives and forcing civilization to adapt to a new reality. But those tragedies were only the begin...
