chapter 1

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Chapter 1

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“Almost done, ED.”

I was hunched over a new invention, ED by my feet waiting patiently.

ED stood for Efficobot D-65. He was one of the more loyal robots, and stuck to me like glue. He was only as tall as my knee and round with big eyes and no mouth, kind of like one of those funny-looking smiley faces. He moved around on two high traction tires and had arms that retracted into his body. I liked ED.

I turned around in my seat to face him. “All right, buddy, tell me what you think. And be honest.”

ED blinked.

I held up a small chrome box. “Say hello to the future.” I fumbled with the box’s small gold clasp. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but believe me. Once you see what this is…” I made an explosion noise and waved my hand around my head. “Your mind will be blown.”

ED rolled his eyes.

I finally managed to get the clasp undone and I turned the box upside down and shook it gently. A tiny silver box the size of a golf ball fell out onto my open palm. ED moved closer for a better look. So did the person sitting beside me, Ian Mullir.

“Alyx,” he said, “what the heck is that? It’s so tiny I need my magnifier glasses just to see it.” ED whirred in agreement.

“No, no guys! This is genius, really!” I set the small box on the table and clicked a tiny button on the top of it.

Nothing happened.

Ian and ED shared a look.

“Hmm,” I said, adjusting my glasses. “I was sure it was going to work.” I pressed the button again. Still nothing.

Ian patted me on the shoulder. I shrugged him off.

“Maybe,” I said, “I just didn’t push the button long enough.” I pressed the button and held it in for five seconds. Then five more, just to be safe. Then all three of us leaned in to watch.

Still nothing.

ED made an unimpressed clicking noise.

“Critic.” I sat back and consulted my notebook. “I don’t know what happened.”

“Well, keep trying, buddy,” Ian said, rolling his chair back over to his station.

“Humph.” I whipped out my shiny metal tool box and retrieved a small flathead screwdriver. I turned it over and over in my palm. It was rusted and scratched and fragile. My great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather had owned this screwdriver. No one else had them. It was an old, deceased technology. I rarely used it.

I turned to my invention. “This won’t hurt a bit,” I promised quietly.

With a sigh, I wedged the top of the flathead into the top corner of the small box and pried it apart again.

Author's Note

just the beginning. I haven't gotten very far yet.

Reviews

[Mirror]

:) i like this "It was an old, deceased technology."

Great write dear. it is a keeper

[Molly Leanne Jasmer]

wow this was good! i am looking forward to reading more(: