Post by Katana on Feb 28, 2009 23:44:11 GMT -3
A random idea I thought of while sitting in the car...Basically it's a little writing project for me where I write a short story from the perspective of each member of the cast in order to work on characterization and just mess around with writing styles. Lots o' characters to work through, so let's get started. o3o!
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From The Perspective of the Creator
My name is Joel Robinson, white human male, age 28, from St. Paul, Minnesota. I think I wanted to be a magician or something when I was a kid, but those dreams gave way to the world of gadgets and gizmos when I first picked up a power drill in middle school while building the set for the play. I think it was “Cinderella”. Maybe. Or was that high school?
Mmm…that’s cool, it doesn’t matter. I just remember that it was an odd rush to take apart stuff and then put it back together in different shapes. That’s how Gizmonics gave me my job…’cept I didn’t know you had to work your way up the ladder. So began my janitorial life, which was oddly prophetic….See, my sister liked to tease me and say I was going to be a hobo living in a cardboard box in the alleyway, staying alive only ‘cause of custodial career. She was half-right.
But that doesn’t really mean much, ‘cause you see, right now, I’m not exactly there anymore. St. Paul, I mean. Or Minnesota…the U.S.…uh…Earth, for that matter. This scientist and his assistant at Gizmonics shot me into space to - get this - make me watch bad movies. Seems kinda weird, huh? It fits thought, they’re a couple of odd mamma jammas. You ever seen Forrester’s hair? Jeepers...gotta wonder how much gel he uses. And Erdhart? The kid’s like eighteen, what the heck is he doing being a scientist? When I was eighteen, I was enjoying my senior year and trying to impress the girls with magic tricks. It…uh…hmmm. Mmm…
So here I am, stuck in space, with no way of getting home and consistently tortured by watching these films. I tell ya, there’s only so much of “The Green Slime” a guy can take before he has to take measures into his own hands. That’s when I decided to make the ‘bots. Well actually, that’s when I decided to make two robots that could keep me company and help me get through the movies – ‘cause you see, I had already made two. The first was Cambot, who is my link to the scientists…he’s a quiet little robot (probably because he can’t talk), but he follows you around like a puppy. Then there’s Gypsy, who I made to run the higher functions of the ship so that I didn’t have to. I feel bad ‘cause I kinda messed up on her and didn’t give her enough processing power to both control the ship and communicate properly…so she comes off as slow. But I know she’s brilliant on the inside.
Then I made Crow. Crow is…uhm…he’s kinda like that kid that would sit in the back of class and make trouble, but was always funny and you secretly wanted to be friends with him. That’s Crow. Then came Tom…well actually, Beeper was before Tom, but they’re kinda one in the same. But then…it….it makes me sad to think about it…Beeper was a bit fragile and fell off the bridge one time…his head got busted, so I made him a new one – one that could communicate in a language I understood. That’s when he became Tom, the drama kid who’s also a goofball, but at the same time, on the honor roll…
Those four are the ‘bots. They keep me company up here on this little satellite of ours and together, we mesh to form some odd but happy family. Oh, that’s also a good story – the whole “family” thing. I remember I was hanging out in my room one day, thumbing through a National Geographic I found lying around, when Tom and Crow toppled in and started jabbering to me at the same time…It was one of those “he did-he said” kinda deals, and they were blaming each other for something or another…
I sighed and put down the magazine. “Okay you two, what’s up?”
They both stopped at the same time before staring at me. “Have you been listening?” Crow balked.
“Yeah, we’ve been spilling our guts here!”
“I think you two just need to calm down…you wanna look at pictures of wild gazelles before they get hunted down by lions?”
“Ooooh!”
Crow crawled up onto the bed and settled onto my left side, Tom my right, before I picked up the magazine again and showed them the article of African wildlife. They “oooh”ed and “ahhh”ed at the glossy prints before a picture of a lion pack caught their eye.
“Joel, what’s that?”
“Those are lions, Crow.”
“I know that. I mean, why are they in a group like that? Don’t lions like, fight for dominance and stuff?”
I chuckled. “Crow, that’s a family. See? That’s the daddy, the mommy, and the children.”
“…What’s a family?” Tom asked curiously, investigating the picture closer.
Oh…that wasn’t something I was expecting. “Uhhh, well, you see Tommy, a family is…a group of…people – ‘people’ used in terms of meaning ‘beings’, I guess – who live together and look after and take care of one another. There’s the mom and the dad, and they make the kids –”
“Can you give me a better example than the blood thirsty cats?”
“Uhuhh…” Uh? Like…? “Um…well…like…”
“Like us?” Crow offered, to which I just sat, dumbfounded, staring at the page. A family? Us? Did that mean I was…a dad? Who was the mom? Was that – ohhhh, oh c’mon, don’t tell me I had to play both…
“…Yeah. Yeah Crow. Like us.”
“So you’re the dad?”
“That’s right.”
“Then…who’s the mom?”
“Uhh, well…m-me?”
“You can’t be both, Dad.”
…
Huh.
That was a pretty amazing moment, when I realized that being stuck in space didn’t mean I was completely abandoned. I remember sitting there and recalling the first time I met my niece…she was really cute, squirming around in the baby carrier…My sister looked at me and asked when I was going to get married and have kids.
I don’t she would've expected them to be robots.
And honestly, neither did I.
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From The Perspective of the Creator
My name is Joel Robinson, white human male, age 28, from St. Paul, Minnesota. I think I wanted to be a magician or something when I was a kid, but those dreams gave way to the world of gadgets and gizmos when I first picked up a power drill in middle school while building the set for the play. I think it was “Cinderella”. Maybe. Or was that high school?
Mmm…that’s cool, it doesn’t matter. I just remember that it was an odd rush to take apart stuff and then put it back together in different shapes. That’s how Gizmonics gave me my job…’cept I didn’t know you had to work your way up the ladder. So began my janitorial life, which was oddly prophetic….See, my sister liked to tease me and say I was going to be a hobo living in a cardboard box in the alleyway, staying alive only ‘cause of custodial career. She was half-right.
But that doesn’t really mean much, ‘cause you see, right now, I’m not exactly there anymore. St. Paul, I mean. Or Minnesota…the U.S.…uh…Earth, for that matter. This scientist and his assistant at Gizmonics shot me into space to - get this - make me watch bad movies. Seems kinda weird, huh? It fits thought, they’re a couple of odd mamma jammas. You ever seen Forrester’s hair? Jeepers...gotta wonder how much gel he uses. And Erdhart? The kid’s like eighteen, what the heck is he doing being a scientist? When I was eighteen, I was enjoying my senior year and trying to impress the girls with magic tricks. It…uh…hmmm. Mmm…
So here I am, stuck in space, with no way of getting home and consistently tortured by watching these films. I tell ya, there’s only so much of “The Green Slime” a guy can take before he has to take measures into his own hands. That’s when I decided to make the ‘bots. Well actually, that’s when I decided to make two robots that could keep me company and help me get through the movies – ‘cause you see, I had already made two. The first was Cambot, who is my link to the scientists…he’s a quiet little robot (probably because he can’t talk), but he follows you around like a puppy. Then there’s Gypsy, who I made to run the higher functions of the ship so that I didn’t have to. I feel bad ‘cause I kinda messed up on her and didn’t give her enough processing power to both control the ship and communicate properly…so she comes off as slow. But I know she’s brilliant on the inside.
Then I made Crow. Crow is…uhm…he’s kinda like that kid that would sit in the back of class and make trouble, but was always funny and you secretly wanted to be friends with him. That’s Crow. Then came Tom…well actually, Beeper was before Tom, but they’re kinda one in the same. But then…it….it makes me sad to think about it…Beeper was a bit fragile and fell off the bridge one time…his head got busted, so I made him a new one – one that could communicate in a language I understood. That’s when he became Tom, the drama kid who’s also a goofball, but at the same time, on the honor roll…
Those four are the ‘bots. They keep me company up here on this little satellite of ours and together, we mesh to form some odd but happy family. Oh, that’s also a good story – the whole “family” thing. I remember I was hanging out in my room one day, thumbing through a National Geographic I found lying around, when Tom and Crow toppled in and started jabbering to me at the same time…It was one of those “he did-he said” kinda deals, and they were blaming each other for something or another…
I sighed and put down the magazine. “Okay you two, what’s up?”
They both stopped at the same time before staring at me. “Have you been listening?” Crow balked.
“Yeah, we’ve been spilling our guts here!”
“I think you two just need to calm down…you wanna look at pictures of wild gazelles before they get hunted down by lions?”
“Ooooh!”
Crow crawled up onto the bed and settled onto my left side, Tom my right, before I picked up the magazine again and showed them the article of African wildlife. They “oooh”ed and “ahhh”ed at the glossy prints before a picture of a lion pack caught their eye.
“Joel, what’s that?”
“Those are lions, Crow.”
“I know that. I mean, why are they in a group like that? Don’t lions like, fight for dominance and stuff?”
I chuckled. “Crow, that’s a family. See? That’s the daddy, the mommy, and the children.”
“…What’s a family?” Tom asked curiously, investigating the picture closer.
Oh…that wasn’t something I was expecting. “Uhhh, well, you see Tommy, a family is…a group of…people – ‘people’ used in terms of meaning ‘beings’, I guess – who live together and look after and take care of one another. There’s the mom and the dad, and they make the kids –”
“Can you give me a better example than the blood thirsty cats?”
“Uhuhh…” Uh? Like…? “Um…well…like…”
“Like us?” Crow offered, to which I just sat, dumbfounded, staring at the page. A family? Us? Did that mean I was…a dad? Who was the mom? Was that – ohhhh, oh c’mon, don’t tell me I had to play both…
“…Yeah. Yeah Crow. Like us.”
“So you’re the dad?”
“That’s right.”
“Then…who’s the mom?”
“Uhh, well…m-me?”
“You can’t be both, Dad.”
…
Huh.
That was a pretty amazing moment, when I realized that being stuck in space didn’t mean I was completely abandoned. I remember sitting there and recalling the first time I met my niece…she was really cute, squirming around in the baby carrier…My sister looked at me and asked when I was going to get married and have kids.
I don’t she would've expected them to be robots.
And honestly, neither did I.
