A Brief Future Of Time

Audio Log 8: The Annihilator Turbulence

"Audio L....Damn this man, I sound funny in this body"

"Pfff..No you don't, and stop being nit picky and go on with it."

"Audio Log 4.."

" Hahahaha Yes, you do! Oh, my gosh!"

"KAA!! Ahem, What the heck, I meant, SHUT UP!"

"Audio Log 4208"

"May 1, 2150"

"Sebastian speaking. The awkward voice is because I am stuck in a falconoid body unfortunately, due to an experiment gone wrong. This has, sadly, nullified my intangibility. For the past two days, I was in an induced coma, so that I wouldn't hurt myself in a frenzy.

This audio log is different from others, I am stating everything as it is going on now, live, and not recounting events of the past. This "experimental log" will be the first of many to follow of this kind. This one will record my attempts to get out of this body. Stand by for a second."

"Phil, I am all out of poppy seeds!"

" Just a moment, Sir!"

"Ahem. Yes. My dietary requirements are now being fulfilled by meagre poppy seeds...Embarrassing as it is, It contains a fraction of opium, which,much like cocaine, as Sherlock Holmes would say, "has a stimulating effect on my cortex, which is now on minimal use."

"Excuse me, But who is Sherlock Holmes?"

" Who's Sherlock Holmes? Are you kidding? Wait, you never heard of him in this time, did you? He is the history's best consulting detective. The only one ever of that occupation, as a matter of fact.

"Yet you say he was addicted to cocaine."

" A seven-per-cent solution of cocaine. You see, our brains are quite used to being active and thinking at the speed of light, or hypothetically faster than that, but when we come across humdrum routines, the brains kind of 'protest' if you will, and demand some challenge be put forth, something to think about. If there is nothing of that sort, artificial stimulants are a help than a hindrance. That is also partially a reason why I'm building this super computer."

"I see. Phil, cut down on the seeds, it's getting to his head, and we don't want him to act anymore weird."

" Hand me the integrated mother board, please."

"I wonder why they aren't called Father-Boards!"

"Because fathers are useless, that's why! and bird-brain, get your hands..Er..wings behind your back, and kneel."

"Annie? What are you doing here? "

"Okay, Mike, care to explain why an enemy is in your base, roaming as if it's his home?"

"Because this IS my home, Annie. In case you still haven't figured out, I'm Sebastian. This is an outcome of an unplanned flaw in my theory."

"Hahaha!! Oh!!Okay, It'll take time for me to get used to all your feathers..Nice to see you too, Mr. Rocket Scientist."

" ROCKET SCIENTIST? Sure, why don't you call me a Mech-men Factory worker? I am a Chrono-Scientist and a theoretical physicist. How humiliating!!"

" Okay, I'm used to THIS! I wish it somehow impaired your speech though. Woulda made our lives that much more easier."

"Leave her alone, Seb, she just got here from the Central Californian stronghold. I'm gonna talk to her for a while, you continue on your little science project."

"Wha?! Science project?! To ammend the quote of another Mech-Man, There is nothing more more to you than meets the eye. Now wonder she's your fiance. 

"Nothing against her, Seb. And who are you quoting again?"

"Optimus Prime."

"Never heard of him."

"Thought so. Listeners, the person who just called me a rocket scientist, is Annie. Annie Hillator. She was originally posted here, in Pasadena, but when the main camp fell short of troops, she led a contingent from here, much against Michael's protests. She, for some reason, has a grudge against all paternity. Rumor has it that it is because her father abandoned her when she was a kid. Nevertheless, she is well-endowed with combat skills. You would rather be on her side than against her. Has street-smarts. Hates competition. Red head. But in all honesty, she has NO scientific  calling to her. NONE. At all. Ahh, the computer is finally built, though it would have been done ages ago if I had opposable thumbs."

"J.A.R.V.I.S. is now online."

" Is everything okay in here, Seb? We heard a robotic voice and came to see if it was a Mech-men invasion."

"That is a negative, Sir, I read no Mech-Men motion in a 10-mile radius."

" Sebastian? You made that robot?"

"No, Annie, It is an AI, an artificial intelligence, nicknamed Jarvis. It has vocal input command system, so anyone can talk to it, ans essentially, forward messages, and access databases. The voice of each person in this base is yet to be configured, but he recognises me, you and Mike. Command-following intensity and extent ranges according to the authority of the person. For example, Phil can order less things than Mike, who can command less things than me."

"Let's see how smart your computer is. Jarvis, I challenge you to a game of chess."

"Yes, ma'am. Please make the first move on the touch screen."

"In that case, Jarvis, pause the audio log until the game ends."

"That won't be necessary, Sir, according to my calculations, the game should end.."

"Not so fast, Robot!"

"..Now, Checkmate."

"Holy sh...Okay, that's it, you've pissed me off, let's see you who wins in a game of kick boxing! NOW!"

" Haha! Funny Annie!"

"No Mike, I'm serious. Let's go a few rounds, Jarvis!!"

" Are you kidding?"

"And thus it is settled, artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity."

"KAAA!!!!"

"Keep your beak shut or you'll get another right hook."

"It was a fact!"

"Whatever, I hate public opinion. Ask anybody."

"Just proving my point again."

"KAAA!!!!  What the hell??"

"Another word from you and I'll roast you. I haven't eaten meant since ages."

" I don't think killing animals for food is such a good idea, you see, the quality of the.."

"Shut it, and explain this, if they weren't meant to be eaten, why are they made of meat?"

"Sir, I suggest you not react to this. Her pheromone levels suggest anymore of you correcting her will result in you losing a wing and destroy Master Mike's chances of, as slang would suggest, "getting laid"..."

"That's it, Seb, eat your poppy seeds, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Wait..Huh?? I don't understand what just happened. Jarvis? Explain what the slang meant."

"Nothing that would interest you, Sir, never mind. Now I will have to run a diagnostics check. I shall notify you after that is done."

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A/N : Thanks for reading everyone, and it has been brought to my notice by *cough cough* WildSilver *cough cough* that this story ranks 56th in the sci-fi genre and 215th in the mystery genre! That is huge news, especially since this is a first one.   :)  Thank you everyone! and Hopefully, someone gets the pun in Mike's fiance's name xD!