THE ROBOTIC ANT

Chapter 1

Whenever I'm nervous, I'd make things all difficult. Today, I woke up at 5 inthe morning and it seemed the Sun was on leave today. The darkness on the outside made me more anxious than ever. Today is a big day for me and a big opportunity is waiting 4 hours from now! It is the great...no, super-great...

INTERNATIONAL ROBOMECH  EXHIBITION !!

This event is held every 5 years in my town and engineers from around the world present their inventions or just to say robots. I applied for it last month when they declared the winner would get an entry to the Volts Robotics Institute. 

I started learning a speech I wrote last night for my presentation. For the first second, I was reading the script standing on my bed and the next second, I was strolling round my room. Then, I sat down on the revolving chair by my desk giving the 'read' a restart. By the end of one minute, I was standing front the window on the right of my bed. The Sun was already up and I had barely memorised a couple of lines. I wasn't satisfied to practise anywhere when I remembered what once my Mom told me. I attempted the tip and stood before the mirror. "Hmm...ahhh...ahhh" I refreshed my mouth and started reading the script¾"Good Morning judges. I'm Grey Ladderson...No. No. No. Great Morning judges..."

I had wasted a lot of time deciding whether to wish them with 'great' or just to wish them 'good' and if there would be judges or a single judge. If I sum my wasted minutes, I may go all the way to insane but currently, I have bigger problems to deal.

"Did I charge my Anti-Bot?"

It felt I was in the mid of a thriller movie and enemies were coming from all the way around firing gunshots at my head collapsing me right down into some sort of spikes that were on fire when I found my Anti-Bot at 2% and taxi was honking some old English instrumental with hilarious beeps, plus my roommate, my brother started snoring way louder than he could ever scream. Something was telling me that he was doing this intentionally but I had no time to think of that. The main reason why my brother is sent to Earth is to annoy me, harass me, and bother me more than anyone has ever bothered someone.

I pulled out the blazer that was hanging on a hook behind the door like a dead pirate who had been hung by a noose and swiped it on. Then, I grabbed my robot and boarded the passenger seat.

"Seat belt, please" whispered a low voice from the seat beside. The driver of the taxi was a young man with a thin moustache. He was wearing a uniform I had once seen being worn by a pilot. He was wearing a hat with two silver wings and his shoulder loops had three bronze stars each.

I went in search for seat belts but instead, I found a thick cotton thread on each side of the seat. Those threads looked as dead as my Anti-Bot, moreover, it seemed like some angry dog had chewed it and fought for it with his equally angry brother. When I looked at the young man's belt, I clearly found out what was to be done with them. I tied the threads just to appreciate his thought though I knew they were definitely not going to save my life if he crashed the car into some wall. My trust on Taxis was so broken today, I was about to ask for his driving licence and his American citizenship before he took off. His car looked like the shipwrecked Titanic from 1910s, such a pick-up looked quite impossible. I was mid-way thinking about how he brought such wreckage into work when we reached the drop-off point, the International Robomech Exhibition.