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"Don't worry, Honey, I'll get that," said Hanson, wiping his hands with a towel. "Who could it be?" asked Elizabeth. "You don't have any unfinished businesses on Sunday, now, do you?" Hanson smirked and walked out of the kitchen to see who rang the bell. He was sure it was Anderson, again. Quickly, he grabbed the knob of the door and pulled it in, only to behold an entirely different person. "My!" said Hanson. "Surprise, Dad!" "Surprise, Grandpa!" Right before him was Edward (his son) and his grandsons. "Oh, Edward!" he threw an arm around the shoulder of his son, while with the other hand he used in pulling his grandsons to himself. "Grandpa, come look what we got you!" Erickson was saying, pointing to the car with a finger. "Yeah!" agreed the ever excited Edison. "Okay, okay!" said Hanson after having unlocked from the brace."Mike, why would you even think of doing such a thing?!" Amanda Edgeton thundered."Look, I don't need your permission on how to do my stuffs, so face off!" came the reply of Michael Edgeton.He paced about in the room, and slowly raised the cigarette in-between his forefinger and middle finger to his mouth. Then, he deeped his hand into his waistcoat and fished for his lighter. Unsuccessful with that pocket, he moved to the other, then to his trouser pockets where he found it in the left side of it.Amanda Edgeton stared at her husband in confusion, hatred and hopelessness mixed with love and pity, still holding the single documented file in her right hand."Yeah, that's what you've been saying: not ever wanting a permission. Whereas all I've ever wanted was your love and consideration, even if it's not as from your wife, but at least as the mother of your teenage son, for crying out loud!"As Michael lighted the cigarette, he shaded the fire from the light
Dave Buttigieg paced around the garage with a spanner in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. He muttered a curse to none in particular then uncapped the bottle, gulping down the water in a steady rythme. Turning around, he jerked at the sound of a container that was kicked. "Why're you alarmed?" asked his brother Luke, just walking in. Dave screwed his eyes at him. "And where are you coming from?" Luke advanced towards him. "Is that a question for a question, now, li'l' bro?" Dave looked the other way. "Thing is, I'm in fear these days. I do not trust that bloke." Luke smiled. "Why exactly? Can't you be a man for once?" He got closer to Dave and observed the swell of Dave's right eye, then added: "Just 'cause you were a total failure to Jake's mission doesn't mean you can't do be'er." Dave heaved out, but it wasn't that of relief.
Monday morning had a good start for Anderson. He woke up without any nightmares. He had, in fact, dreamt of Albert Einstein. It was just a wonderful dream. And very colourful as well, he could remember. In the dream, they were both in Einstein's workshop inventing unimaginable robots, and it was so fun in such that all the after-dream pictures Andy had when he awakened were of smiling faces and beautiful contraptions. It was just like a child's fairytale dream. As always, the bedside clock rang with its vibrative effect, bringing him back to the present world. Anderson was never angry with the fact that the clock always disrupted his sleep, no; for it was always a haven from all his nightmares. But this time he was angry. It had interrupted such a lovely dream. With the fling of an arm against the device, he silence the clock. Pressing the pillow hard against his face he muttered incomprehensible words even he could not recall two minutes a
During break, right before putting his finishing touch in his robot, Anderson decided to have a meal with Harry. Jocelyn later added to the group (careful of Amanda after learning that Jake was the mastermind behind the mishap that'd occured in Anderson's lab the other day). Over meal, the trio were careful to speak in low voices. “So what d'you think about the cyborgs with Jake?” asked Harrison. After that day they'd made their discovery about Jake and the cyborgs through random guesses, Harrison couldn't help but be amazed. The whole thing was just too eccentric for him. From the point of having visit a real cyberspace in Sir Nelson's house to the narration of Andy's time travel, none actually made sense in reality. “I can't really say anything, having not examined them myself,” Andy replied. “He probably fabricated them, that's a certainty,” said Jocelyn. Andy raised his head from his
“May I come in, Sir.” As he opened the door slightly, Anderson saw Principal Sanderson seated in his armchair with his socked feet crossed on the desk. The latter made do to comport himself seeing the student coming in, slipping his feet into his shoes and tugging here and there on his suite. “Sure, take a seat.” Anderson sat down. “Umm. . . you sent for me,” Andy finally said after two breaths of hazardous silence. “Oh, yes. . . you mean about the photocopying machine? I already got it repaired last Friday. Thanks for making chance to come despite your pressing school schedule.” Anderson's mouth hung apart in surprise. He felt stupefied. He got a text from the man seated before him to come over to the office for a little, helping hand on something, yet here he was all to hear a different story entirely. He felt puzzled. “Umm. .
“If you're both going to see Mrs. Simpson, then I'm compelled to tag along.” The voice was cold, eyes glassy, and cheeks slowly raising in anticipation. They duo before the speaker thought the latter was not supposed to come along to such a dangerous “journey”, however, if there was one person that loved Mrs. Simpson as dearly as Anderson, it was Jocelyn. It was past six in the evening and all three buddies had spent, literally, the entire day together. They'd been discussing, excitedly, about the success of Anderson's robot and Thomas' Jet-Lee moves. Before long, their whole discussions fell back to a single train of thoughts. Just as Anderson had voiced out in the lab earlier, he repeated his determination on seeing his mother one last time. When they saw that Anderson was not going to budge otherwise, Harrison had to stand up to support the idea and decided he'd go with him. It was after this that Joc
At the beach, a ruckus had already formed and a search party had been formed to find Mrs. Simpson's body. Apart from those boys who were maneuvered by Harrison and Anderson, and the man who went away with Mrs. Simpson's body, no one could actually grasp the “behind the scene” of Mrs. Simpson's losing balance while surfing. It was in fact a ridiculous thought for the award-winning surfer she was. A special search party skilled in this area were sent out, as quickly as could be, despite the fact that a great deal of time had already been wasted in searching the surrounding depth for the corpse of Mrs. Simpson. At the other end of the sea was Harrison and Jocelyn seated on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. They had been waiting for over two hours on that spot and feared the worse for Anderson. At present, it was already some minutes past two in the afternoon. Suddenly, they both began to hear rumbling sounds from afar. As they looke
They felt puzzled. How could things develop so eccentrically? This was the person who helped Anderson by sacrificing his time and comfort to help the latter acquire the Time Machine so he could achieve his dreams of winning the science competition, yet. . . this? Anderson was not the only one in a conundrum. The jigsaw puzzle that was unfolding left everyone dizzy. “This can't be!” Anderson said over his breath. “How did you all track me? And what d'you want?!” “You bastard!” Anderson bellowed, slapping the man's face, impulsively. The latter staggered back and almost fell. He quickly scurried into the room behind him, wanting to shut the door against them, but the strength of Anderson's push against the door in that level of agitation was extremely improbable in the way that goes with common sense, sending the older man to stagger backwards and fall heavily on the floor. “You don't understand,
“This is where they die? I don't think so!” Just when everyone had lost hope, after being covered in by Dr. Archer's robots, Andy and Jake heard a familiar voice. Averting their gazes, they looked towards the hole waiting to see the speaker. Anderson activated his binoculars to scan where Thomas was standing behind the wall, but surprisingly, he wasn't even there. It seemed that someone had dropped a little speaker on the ground. It was only a means for the robots to avert the pressure from the group inside, for a moment. Realising this, Anderson smiled. He quickly sent Enboe-21 a series of instructions, and ‘boom, boom, boom!’ fireballs began to fall on the robots moving out to check the person who had the guts to boldly declare that the group within would be save. Enboe-21 fireballs were much more powerful than that of most robots, due to the QED connected within him, intensifying the converted energy.
On seeing the approaching old man, the whole crowd was stirred up. This was the Dr. Archer everybody mused over, and just like they thought, he really met up to the descriptions. He walked with his hands behind his back, and his head raised in the disposition of an expert. Despite the ruckus the crowd was making, he did not even feel the least disturbed. He walked slowly, as though extremely conscious of where to place his foot next, to the platform where those who had just finished Stage 3 were stationed. After shaking his head slightly, Anderson quickly asked Enboe-21 if the features of this man matched what they'd seen in Time. “Positive,” Enboe-21 replied in an undertone. Nodding his head, Anderson commanded, “Give instructions to the bird of Jove, we begin now.” Without drawing any attention to themselves, Enboe-21 closed its eyes and sent a telepathic message to the bird of Jove, t
The auditoriums were full of moving people. Some went to and fro to get some food from the carpark, others travelled to other auditoriums to visit acquaintances. Just everyone was getting warmed up for the next challenge. Three hours had passed already since the competitions begun. The Greatest Scientist of the Age had commenced by ten o'clock, and now it was already few minutes past one, in the afternoon. Situated in the front row of the Auditorium B where Anderson and Professor Nelson were seated, Mr. Simpson had come to join the company. If there was anyone more proud of Anderson, right now, it was his father. Anderson explained that he'd learnt vital knowledge from Professor Nelson, which had aided him big time, throughout his first two stages. However, he carefully made sure to conceal anything relating to the main mission he was here for. If indeed his mother was still alive, they all just had to wait. He
Some twenty minutes after Anderson had left the hall, about three people stepped out. They were all from the London set. Next came Jake, then four others. Ten minutes after, ten more came out and met up with the cutoff mark. Including Anderson, the number of people who reached the cutoff mark summed up to 19. The remaining 14 had to return to their respective families, in the audience, in disappointment. Seated at the far end of Auditorium C was Principal Sanderson. He heaved a sigh of relief after finding out that both Anderson and Jake successfully passed the first stage. “Phee-yoo!” he sighed, taking a bite at his burger.* * * “Congratulations to those of you who successfully crossed into the next stage. Stage 2 is the Test of Coordination,” said Mr. Kennel, after sorting out those who had failed the first stage and those who were eligible to make it for the next stage. He paused to
After the rules had been explained carefully listed and elaborated to the competition, the contestants were each asked to provide an Artificial Intelligence inventory. One must know that it was a criteria to being eligible to even join the competition. At such everyone began to give instructions to their robots to step out. Different forms of robots stepped out. It was a “once in a lifetime” opportunity for one to see so many robots. Different television media were also present, taking the sight live on air. One after the other they began to bring out their robots for observation. After the observation, three people were, sadly, disqualified from the competition for their robots not meeting up to the required level of intelligence needed to proceed. Earlier, the man on the auditorium mentioned his name to be Mr. Kennel. Mr. Kennel had checked everyone's robot, yet the auborn-haired fellow who went by the name, A
Thursday and Friday passed off very quickly, then the day everyone waited for arrived. Saturday carried a graceful beauty in Mcbornie town. The roads had earlier been designed in all the roads of the traditional counties that led to DR. ARCHER'S “GREATEST SCIENTISTS OF THE AGE”, in Portsmouth. The previous day, which was Friday, almost all of the families in Mcbornie town had travelled all the way for the day's program. They were dressed in all sorts of splendid dresses that fitted for this occasion. To think they were all here, especially for Anderson Simpson. If even the mentioned knew about this, he would have puked blood on the discovery. It was just too magnificent. If one looked properly, before the massive building, one would notice two girls giggling and having a lively discussion. Of course, it was no other than Amanda and Jocelyn. Ten miles away, a family of five were in a shining blue car, advancing towards that
THURSDAY. Over at Portsmouth in Sir Nelson's Villa, Anderson had just successfully read the second book that had been given to him. At the moment, it was already cross noon. Having successfully cleared Stage Four, which was the Mental Fortitude Test, he knew he had to hasten up to cover the first three stages, foremost. But before then, he grab some meal. Done with the meal, he contemplated for a while on what stage to clear off first. Recounting the first three stages, there was no doubt the easiest to clear after establishing his mental fortitude would be Stage 2 and 3 (the Disposition Test and Robot-manipulation Test). Because of how connected those two stages were, there was a room marked Stage 2 and Stage 3 where one could carry out this knowledge test. In fact, it was no different from calling it one test. “Humph, I should give it a try!” Pushing the door in, he stepped inside the wide room, immediately af
WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON. Seated at the school park, on a dual swing, during the long break was Thomas and his sister Tiana. The latter had finally been discharged from the hospital, earlier that day, and had come to see her brother at school to tell him the good news. They both discussed cheerfully, as they swung. A new life was ahead of them. The joy they derived from having real, loving parents was unexplainable. Despite the pressing schedule of the Mcformulas, they always pinched out some time to visit Tiana at the hospital. Sometimes they come with flowers, other times they save Thomas the stress of having to send food over, by doing it themselves. This way, they were able to establish love and trust with Tiana; and their efforts did pay. At the moment, Tiana had been telling Tom all her school mates had been telling her about what Time had done to James the great bully. No matter how many times they retold the story to her, they would
“Karen and Kaycie, as you both know, the reason I called you both here is because the competition is already by the corner. I'm sorry I've been unable to upgrade your system units. Still, there's nothing more I can do.” Sighing, Jake shook his head. No matter how well he tries to get the QED, it only ends up futile. Now, he was left with nothing but these robots. Although in the presence of others, they may look very impressive, in truth, they really weren't satisfactory and could not be placed side to side with real cyborgs. “I've been keeping tabs on Anderson, and it seems he has already gone off to Portsmouth in advance. He's trying to be upfront, but we must take the leading arm.” Jake was seated with his legs crossed on a table. To no one in particular, he began to say, “The Greatest Scientist of the Age has prerequisites to eligibility. A personal AI inventory, and knowledge necessary to pass the brain te