I sat down on the sofa and exhaled a massive sigh of relaxation. I
disabled my powers. My body was relinquished from all the upgrades. My body was
able to relax so much more now that I was able to be my normal-self again, that
I nearly fell straight to sleep. The determination to complete what I started
enabled me to keep my eyes open, but I wasn’t ready to stand up just yet.
‘Can I help you with anything, Sebastian?’ B.O.B
asked.
‘Could I have a glass of apple juice, please?’
‘Certainly.’ B.O.B activated the machine where it
poured the freshly squeezed apple juice into a glass and a robot carrying a
tray brought it to me. I took the glass, said my thanks and drank gratefully.
You don’t realise just how thirsty you get when you’re fighting a robot.
‘I’ve done so much in one day, it is almost
unbelievable,’ I said to B.O.B.
‘If you put your mind to it, you can do whatever you
want within the twenty-four-hour period,’ he said.
‘That’s true,’ and I drank the last lot from my glass. ‘May I have another,’ I asked,
giving the glass back to the robot with the tray on.
‘Certainly,’ and the robot with the tray turned around on
its caterpillar tracks and headed back to the kitchen. I sat in silence whilst the
machine poured out another glass and placed it back onto the tray, where the
robot returned with a fresh, cold glass where I drank gratefully once more.
‘Sebastian,’ B.O.B said suddenly, ‘I am receiving an
incoming call from an unknown person, from an unknown destination. Would you
like me to put him through?’ This made me sit up. My senses kicked in.
‘I wonder,’ I said aloud. ‘I wonder indeed.
Is he being brutal with his calling?’ I asked.
‘He is sending a piece of software that is attempting
to break down my firewall, it is being rather brutal with its attack, but I am
able to hold him off for now. I may not be able to do so for long, if it
continues with such force.’
‘That increases my suspicion tenfold,’ I said. ‘I want
you to record this conversation,’ I said.
‘Switching on recording software now,’ B.O.B said.
‘Patch him through.’ I had a strong
feeling as to who this was going to be. The TV buzzed into life, and a picture,
covered in static with an almost inaudible sound faded into view before
correcting itself, revealing a man, sitting on a chair. He had long, greasy
dark hair, and a face that looks like he has been awake for days on end with
very little sleep. From what I could see, since he was only revealing his head,
was a white collar that I can only assume is connected to a classic laboratory
coat, and to complete the stereotypical look, he had thick glasses covering a
good portion of his face. I can only imagine what his voice would sound like,
but when he spoke, it didn’t sound anything like it.
‘First of all,’ he said in a deep voice. He added a
little bit of authority to his voice to try and make it sound that little bit
more threatening. It didn’t have that effect at all, ‘I would like to
congratulate you on your performance today.’
‘What do you want?’ I asked.
‘Getting straight to the point. I like when people do
that, saves so much time.’ He smiled an uneasy smile, twisting his face into an
evil, disturbing look.
‘Who says I want anything,’ he said, ‘I just want to
say hi and congratulate the person who successfully defeated two of my robots,
seemingly easily. I will say that it is obvious that you haven’t had much, if
not any, training at all, but your powers certainly made up for that anyhow.’
‘Maybe you are just calling me for a chat so that you
can release something into my home’s computer system where you will then be able to
find where I live and send an army to hunt me down and defeat me,’ I said
piecing bits and pieces together. Plus, I’ve seen that trick in many movies
before.
‘You are as smart as you are powerful,’ he said
smiling again. I would gladly let him walk free if I don’t have to see that
smile ever again.
‘But how do you know that I’m not doing the same?’ I
asked. I wasn’t, but the question is still valid. I will be able to use the
footage from the recording to figure out where he is based, but from what I can
see from a glance, there isn’t much to go on.
‘Go ahead,’ he said, ‘but note this, there will be an
army waiting for you.'
‘Either way, I’ll be facing an army,’ I said.
‘Ah,’ he taunted, ‘but there will be something extra
special waiting for you here that you won’t get a chance to meet personally
over there.’ He was starting to get on my nerves. ‘You’ve broken the
first rule of communication, by the way,’ he added.
‘And that is?’
‘Asking my name,’ he said simply.
‘The reason why I haven’t asked you your name is
because I had a strong feeling that you wouldn’t give it to me,’ I said. That
wasn’t strictly true. I had completely forgotten to ask him his name. I was so
focused on finding out where he is and fighting his robots that I hadn’t
thought how important it actually was to know his name. However, as smart as he is, he
would obviously give me an alias, so I went back to not caring. But I played
along, just in case. You never know right.
‘So you do want to know my name,’ he said.
‘If you are willing to give it to me, then it wouldn’t
hurt me to know.'
‘Are you sure?’
‘Just spit it out,’ I snapped, which was a bit mistake
as that only made him smile again.
‘Sebastian.’
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)
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