Friday is a pretty full day and its Easter Weekend so here is the first half of Friday in a small, chocolate covered bite. Please let me know what you think and please share with any famous people you know.
Friday
Jefferson waited
at the door after knocking for the fifth time. He could feel eyes watching him
from across the street; curious neighbors employing time honored snooping
tactics to stay up on the neighborhood gossip no doubt. Finally the door swung
open to reveal T1N.
“He’s not
coming is he?”
T1N motioned
for Jefferson to come inside. The house was dark and even the TV, which was
always on, was off.
“Al?”
“I don’t
think I can do this.”
Jefferson
came around the corner and saw Albro in the light of the stove light sitting rigidly
at the table. A fifth of apple juice sat in front of him, the near empty
container hinting that this might not have been his first one. Albro was
dressed in a two tone blue long-sleeved shirt and khaki pants, obviously ready
to go out since his usual attire was sweat pants based.
“You look
good man.”
“I don’t think
I can do this,” he repeated.
Jefferson
took out a glass, poured himself the remainder of apple juice, and downed the
contents in one pull. “Smooth.”
The house
fell silent again.
“I know you
got your reasons for living like this, man. But I see a lot of the world from
the cab of my truck and well, ya see, I'm not saying that I've been everywhere
and I've done everything, but I do know it's a pretty amazing planet we live on
here, and a man would have to be some kind of fool to think they can hide away
from it for forever.”
“Big Trouble
in Little China?”
“I spent a
summer with a broken leg and TBS played it like 50 times.”
“I love that
movie.”
“It lost
some of its luster after the thirtieth viewing. Yet, Jack Burton’s words still
hold true. I know we’ve only known each other for a few days and you’re not
about to share your life story with me, but chances like this only come once in
your life.”
Albro slowly
brought his cup to his lips and drank.
“Ok,” he
said so softly Jefferson wasn’t sure he had heard him. T1N however had heard
him perfectly and immediately left the room. He returned with an olive drab
jacket, gloves, and a motorcycle helmet. Albro stood, taking the gloves and
helmet. T1N then helped him put on the jacket.
“I’ll drive.”
“You can
drive?”
“Well until
certain legislation gets written that allows automatons to drive or even just autonomous
vehicles, someone has to take Ito and Gronk for their Sunday drives.”
“Our
government is so slow to react to the needs of the people.”
“I know,
right?”
The entered
the garage where Albro’s blue ’81 Honda Accord sat in pristine condition.
Jefferson gave an approving nod.
“It was my
dad’s. You had to wait for a blue one to ship from the factory back in the day.”
“Shotgun!”
Jefferson ran to the passenger side. T1N seemed to glare at the presumptuous
EPS driver and then went to the back.
“Aren’t we
taking Ito and Gronk?”
“I grounded
them after their last escape attempt,” Albro said as he pulled the car out of
the garage. His hand tapped the garage door remote, turned the car onto the
road, and sped off. Just before the door closed, a metal hand swept in front of
the infrared sensor that kept the door from closing on small children or just
closing at all sometimes.
Gronk. Gronk.
A half dozen
of Ito’s hands motioned for Gronk to silence himself, while the automaton’s
sensors scanned the immediate area. Ito coded into his log the symbols for
smiley face and evil grin face.
To be continued...
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