Today was my birthday, March 13 3034, on my favorite day, Friday. My wife, Dory, took me to a play at the Bible (bib-Lee) City entertainment center as my birthday present. I sat down in my seat and I began to watch the actors move onto the stage.
I was intrigued by the play as soon as the first words were said. Dory was falling asleep, and I kept having to wake her up. She doesn’t like plays as much as I do. I just sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the play.
After about an hour and a half of the wonderful play, I woke up Dory. We got up to leave, but I couldn’t find my key to activate my hoverboard.
“T. Basket, why do you always lose your key? Just keep it in your pocket like I do.” Dory told at me in a mocking tone.
“Well I try to keep it in …show more content…
I leave you alone with my son in your town for about a day, and he gets CAPTURED BY ALIENS? What’s wrong with you?” Mark shouted at Dory.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what would happen, and your son wasn’t listening to us.” Dory replied, afraid.
“I told you he doesn’t listen! I told you to offer him root beer later as a reward for listening! Did you offer him any?”
“Um.. No.”
“Exactly. Now he’s flying around in space probably being examined by aliens. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah? Well sorry doesn’t cut having your son abducted by aliens.” As he said this, he sobbed and walked away. There has to be something to do.
Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Carl. He told me that scientists at the NHO have been developing a surgical procedure that will turn someone into a cyborg fighting machine.
“I’ll do it.” I told him.
“Great.” He said with a smile.
I spent the whole day working like nothing happened. We were required to do so because the aliens haven’t shown themselves since 5 am, and didn’t seem like a threat at the moment. However, everyone was still dressed in battle armor.
I went to sleep that night afraid. I was scared what would happen next with the aliens, and my cyborg surgery …show more content…
I ate breakfast and rode my hoverboard over to the NHO, skipping work today. I was greeted by a short man dressed in a lab coat with a friendly smile.
“Welcome, Trash. Thank you for taking part in this surgery. This is the surgeon, mechanical genius, Dr. Hippie Gonzales.” Carl told me.
“Great. Hello Dr. Gonzales.” I greeted him and shook his hand.
“Hello my friend. Today we will be doing your surgery. Follow me into this room. Don’t worry, I am very trained in this and I will not fail. Let me reassure you that.” He told me.
We walked into a large white shining room with a large bed for doing the surgery many robotic parts and different gadgets were on tables, along with giant tools for installing them.
“I know they seem scary, but it’ll all be fine trust me. Oh, here we are. There’s my assistant. Dr. W. Borg.”
Dr. W. Borg was sitting on the other side of the room playing music on a keyboard. He just smiled at me and waved.
“Dr. W. Borg keeps me entertained while I’m working, and he plays his keyboard everywhere he goes. He even plays it in his sleep.” Dr. Gonzales told me.
Dr. W. Borg just smiled and nodded, still playing the keyboard. Dr. Gonzales lead me onto the surgical bed and put me to sleep with a gas. When I woke up, I felt
I was intrigued by the play as soon as the first words were said. Dory was falling asleep, and I kept having to wake her up. She doesn’t like plays as much as I do. I just sat back, relaxed, and enjoyed the play.
After about an hour and a half of the wonderful play, I woke up Dory. We got up to leave, but I couldn’t find my key to activate my hoverboard.
“T. Basket, why do you always lose your key? Just keep it in your pocket like I do.” Dory told at me in a mocking tone.
“Well I try to keep it in …show more content…
I leave you alone with my son in your town for about a day, and he gets CAPTURED BY ALIENS? What’s wrong with you?” Mark shouted at Dory.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what would happen, and your son wasn’t listening to us.” Dory replied, afraid.
“I told you he doesn’t listen! I told you to offer him root beer later as a reward for listening! Did you offer him any?”
“Um.. No.”
“Exactly. Now he’s flying around in space probably being examined by aliens. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah? Well sorry doesn’t cut having your son abducted by aliens.” As he said this, he sobbed and walked away. There has to be something to do.
Just then someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Carl. He told me that scientists at the NHO have been developing a surgical procedure that will turn someone into a cyborg fighting machine.
“I’ll do it.” I told him.
“Great.” He said with a smile.
I spent the whole day working like nothing happened. We were required to do so because the aliens haven’t shown themselves since 5 am, and didn’t seem like a threat at the moment. However, everyone was still dressed in battle armor.
I went to sleep that night afraid. I was scared what would happen next with the aliens, and my cyborg surgery …show more content…
I ate breakfast and rode my hoverboard over to the NHO, skipping work today. I was greeted by a short man dressed in a lab coat with a friendly smile.
“Welcome, Trash. Thank you for taking part in this surgery. This is the surgeon, mechanical genius, Dr. Hippie Gonzales.” Carl told me.
“Great. Hello Dr. Gonzales.” I greeted him and shook his hand.
“Hello my friend. Today we will be doing your surgery. Follow me into this room. Don’t worry, I am very trained in this and I will not fail. Let me reassure you that.” He told me.
We walked into a large white shining room with a large bed for doing the surgery many robotic parts and different gadgets were on tables, along with giant tools for installing them.
“I know they seem scary, but it’ll all be fine trust me. Oh, here we are. There’s my assistant. Dr. W. Borg.”
Dr. W. Borg was sitting on the other side of the room playing music on a keyboard. He just smiled at me and waved.
“Dr. W. Borg keeps me entertained while I’m working, and he plays his keyboard everywhere he goes. He even plays it in his sleep.” Dr. Gonzales told me.
Dr. W. Borg just smiled and nodded, still playing the keyboard. Dr. Gonzales lead me onto the surgical bed and put me to sleep with a gas. When I woke up, I felt