THE ROBOTIC ANT

Chapter 9

Thud! Whatever just happened, it was awkward. It was awkward enough to drag Scoot's attraction. It was freaking enough to arise my blood pressure. A few meters from us in the dark shadows of the trees, something fell. Or can say that with some tremendous speed, cracking the solid concrete road into debris of a happening, a few meters from us, someone fell. He came from nowhere and suddenly crashed to the ground with such an immense force, his all bones must have shattered to bits like a glass bottle splitting into a thousand glass chunks thrown from the fifth storey. It wouldn't be appropriate to say he fell, at least after he stood up on his feet.

"What a Superhero Landing, Dude!" He lost his beloved van an hour ago; I didn't expect him to be normal once again. Ever. Silent as a standing dead man, he didn't reply. I haven't seen a Superhero Landing before. But if has to be like this, where the guy collapses flat on the surface with his arms and legs all spread like a dead man, I am glad I didn't see one before. Moreover to me, I believed he fell from an airplane. But that just goes a little bit over imaginative right now.

I knew I am mostly misjudging, but it appeared that he was a scrawny man in black hair and tanned skin with a black shirt, a black pant and black boots as he was standing in the dark shade of the tree and appeared like an outline with a solid black fill. He was turning his head from side to side as if he was trying to study something. It appeared as if during his fall, he vaporized half of his memory. If this was true, then I would wait a bit longer until he asks¾"Who am I?" I have never seen a person live asking 'who I am?' and this could be my only opportunity to hear it for once and I am really excited about it.

I saw a car coming from the farther end and its head lights came piercing in my eyes like a blade and I became blind for a couple of seconds. Wherever I would look, the blue blobs would obstruct my vision. Trying to avoid the lights and looking at the man who appeared to be requiring some help, I waved a hand of help telling the car to stop. This city is filled with people like Scoot and this one turned out to be one of them. Of course, he didn't stop but passed us in full speed like a torch squeezing all our eyes with brightness.

Discovering a truth can be good but now always. The car lit the man and that was the first time I looked at him, his clothes. He was all metal. Solid silver metal. I hoped he was not...he was...not a...

It jogged a few steps forward, the first of his moves, and then stopped. I took a few steps backwards. "Did you...see that?" "What?" He is not a good spectator. Whatever is meant to be seen is never seen by him. "That...he is...not a..." Thing number one, I do not stutter. I never stutter. And thing number two, I am easily horrified. I was just waiting to fall from my bed and finishing this ridiculously bad dream. However, I was not willing to die even in my dream.

I took a few quick steps in backward. I don't know why but my brother never trusts me, but if he wants to die a death by a man-less, human-less human, then let it be that way. I had my fingers crossed that the Robot doesn't look back. After seeing the two deadly robots of the thousand robots I saw today, I knew they were after me. Actually, I think they were after Scoot. Up to, what I know him, he must have done something bad to their colony. I have a very chronic disease, in which, whatever I wish, the things will always occur the opposite. The Robot turned his head right towards us showing his ugly scratched face with two horrifyingly bright red eyes. He was uglier than a street dog that I remarked as the ugliest before. He was uglier than any street dog of this world. He was holding a gun though it appeared that he wasn't actually programmed to hold a gun and press the trigger. But, I cannot keep such high expectations from a machine. He had nitride tanks that helped him with flight. His arms and legs were made similar to us, hind for hands and limbs for legs. Smoke was overwhelming from every of his infinite parts. Firstly, we freaked, secondly, we jumped, thirdly, we screamed.

"Alien! Aliiieeen!" No, there are no aliens. Andhow could an alien be metal! "No! Robot! Roboooot!" Guess what we did fourthly. We ran. We ranfaster than runners from Olympics. Whatever the way to home from GrandWood we had covered, we ran backwards half of it until we were satisfied he was not following us.

I would feel glad if I hadn't seen him right now. I would feel glad if I hadn't seen him before. Blue moons are more frequent than the times I feel glad. And today, even if Scoot gives me respectful tones, I wouldn't be glad. That robot, yes I had seen him twice today. Once, in the morning and then second, right now. I feel or can say I know that I saw him in the morning at...I saw him at...at... Robomech Exhibition!