What happened in 1966? |Dialtown

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I apologize in advance because I know jack shit about American politics. Sorry if I get it mixed up with Australian politics (not that I know much about that either)

June 25th, 1956.

Callum had stepped down from the podium. He had just giving a speech at a rally. He was running for State Senator, and he was so confident of this position.

"Excuse me, sir! Mr. Crown!" A young man shouted as he shoved past the crowd.

Callum turned to face the man, he walked over to him, helping him get past the swarms of people. "What is it that you need, sir? Don't rush yourself, I have plenty of time."

"I'm Milton R. Wallace, at your service, sir." Milt introduced himself sheepishly.

"Milton, eh? Well, is there something you want to talk to me about, Mr Wallace?"

"I'm a recent college graduate, and my thesis was about combining organics and inorganics in a single system. I was thinking that I might be able to help you in a way."

Callum was silent for a while. "Combining organics and inorganics? What a fantastic idea. Y'know, I've been working on a few things for later down the line that involve some similar stuff."

"Really? I have a major in mechanics, actually. I can see you know a bit about that topic." Milt chuckled and looked Callum up and down, looking at his mechanical limbs and his built in phone head.

"Ah, that I do. I had a book about mechanics that my father gave me. I read it over and over. Soon enough, I used what I learnt from that one book, to make myself a self made man."

"I find what you've done very impressive. I grew up on a farm, in one of those old country towns. I've always been interested in trying to improve the work of the farm through machinery."

"Milton, please take a seat and tell me more." Callum sat down on one of the empty seats that was in the audience. Milt sat next to him and continued to talk about mechanics. Callum and Milton talked long after the rally was over, the topics varied from Agricultural mechanics, to the double-helix structure of DNA, the big mechanic ideas the two had and so, so much more.

Milton glanced out the window as Callum rambled on. It was pitch black.

"It's going to save lives, Milt! You-"

"Jeez it's dark. Do you have a watch? What time is it?" Milt interrupted, looking back at Callum.

"It's probably only eight o'clock" Callum shrugged and looked down at his watch. "Ah-"

"What? What time is it?"

"It's 11pm! My goodness I'm surprised Marla hasn't called me." Callum shot up from his seat and helped Milt up from his.

"11pm? Shit- pardon my language-"

"Swear all you want, Milton. Profanity never hurt me."

"Right...here's my phone number if you ever want to talk again. I'm not usually home in the morning, though. Sorry." Milt handed Callum a small palm card with his name and phone number.

"It's all fine. Say, why don't you just get a-"

"Phone head? No. No way. I'll stick to my human head, thanks."

"I see. Well I should really get going. I'll hopefully see you again, Milton." Callum held out his right, mechanical hand out for Milt to shake.

"Likewise, Callum." Milt took his cold hand and gave it a firm shake.

The two went their seperate ways. Milton walked home and Callum dialed up a number on his phone head.

August 3rd, 1956

Milton was making himself breakfast while listening to the radio. He wasn't really paying attention to the radio, he just had it playing in the background. Though he subconsciously mumbled along with whatever song was playing.

"Make him the cutest I've ever seen" he sang, quietly and clumsily.

The song faded out then came in a voice, Milt didn't pay much attention to it, though. "Time for the morning news. One man allegedly went too far when he was told..." Yep. Just the news.

Milt grabbed a bowl and placed it on the counter. He took the pot off the stove and began to pour his porridge into the bowl.

"And now it's time to tell you who won the State Senator election."

Milton stopped what he was doing. He turned the radio volume up and listened carefully.

"The new Senator of State is Mr Callum Crown. Inventor of the phone head and former mayor of Dialtown."

Milt smiled, "He deserves no less." Just as Milt sat down to eat his breakfast the phone began to ring. He sighed and sat up. He walked to his phone, which was a light shade of blue. "Hello, Milton at your service."

"Milton! It's Callum."

"Cal? Well I have to say congratulations! I just heard the news now."

"Thank you. It's been awhile since we last talked. I'm just wondering if you'd still want to help me? Ever since that rally I've been thinking about what you said."

"Oh of course! I'd love to help out."

"Wonderful. Well I'll look forward to working with you, Milt. It's quite early, so I'll let you get back to what you were doing."

"Right. Thanks for calling. Bye"

"Goodbye." With one disconnecting click, Callum hung up. Milt smiled then went back to his breakfast, finally.