Post by Fiona McFly on Aug 28, 2021 22:45:13 GMT
Chapter 3
“FI & M.E., PART II”
17 July 2021 + 0930 GMT
Some time later…
~Day Zero~
Fiona McFly was enjoying a peaceful slumber, however long it might’ve lasted, after consuming the remainder of the Jack Daniels she acquired the previous night. The sun was shining through her bedroom window as she slept, thesilen ambience being broken by the Canned Heat track that played from her phone. She opened her eyes and slightly turned to the right, then shot up upon spotting something out of the ordinary.
”Together we'll stand
Divided we'll fall
Come on now, people
Let's get on the ball
And work together
Come on, come on
Let's work together
Now, now people
Because together we will stand
Every boy, every girl and man…”
Her wardrobe for the day -- clothing, undergarments, etc., were all hanging from her closet door. Fiona never picked out her clothes the night before she had something planned, and what a plan she had. Her dry-erase board was chalk-full of reminders, including placing phone calls for sponsorship deals regarding “PHASE TWO” -- a project she had floated around for months.
At the time, she didn’t know “Phase Two” would be an independent wrestling promotion.
A lofty goal, for sure...but it was something worth shooting for since the Academy opened its doors.
Hearing what sounded like cooking utensils clanking, Fiona trudged out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. What she saw next felt like a spectre coming to life.
FIONA MCFLY:
AHH!!!
A robotic squeal sounded, and the mysterious object quickly flew over and hid behind the trash can. At that moment, Fiona began to suspect the unlikely scenario -- the contraption Hargrove had given her the previous night had somehow come to life. It sounded far-fetched and, perhaps, a little fantastical, but it seemed like it was the only logical thought she could make.
Cautiously, Fiona approached the little droid, its eyes alight in a coloured hue that indicated various emotional states. Green was for curiosity, yellow was for fear, red was for anger, blue was for sadness, and white was for happiness.
FIONA:
I’m sorry, little one...didn’t mean to scare you.
Her calm voice and demeanour seemed to get through. The droid’s eyes turned from a bright yellow to an apprehensive gray...
FIONA:
Come on, it’s gonna be a’right…
...and then to a pale shade of green. Incredible…she muttered as she knelt down; the small robot peeked out from behind the trash can. It sensed Fiona’s warmth and reassurance as it slowly hovered its way towards her.
FIONA:
Where are you from, and who programmed you?
The robot began to mime a solemn head shake, as if it didn’t remember anything. Fiona chuckled on the inside, never imagining she’d be talking to a sentient, self-aware robot that looked like it came out of Akihabara, before introducing herself.
FIONA:
Fiona...that’s my name. What’s yours?
The droid hovered to a stack of Post-It notes and utilised one of its many gadgets, a permanent marker, to write its designation down before handing it off.
FIONA:
M.E.-94...hrm, interesting. Why don’t I call you “Emmy” for short, after the award that honours the best TV programmes every year in America?
Emmy mimed an excited nod, its eyes turning into a bright white. Much to Fiona’s amazement, the droid went over to the kitchen stove and pointed out several key breakfast items that were neatly lined up on the counter -- eggs, pancake batter, bacon, potatoes, and chocolate chips.
FIONA:
What’s wrong, you want to do what and cook for me...?!
Emmy gave off a slight, warm bob before beginnig its work. Fiona watched with a sense of astonishment as the futuristic robot began creating what seemed to be a magical experience. Eggs were being fried and potatoes were being turned into hash browns, bacon was being baked in the oven, and fluffy chocolate chip pancakes were being constructed.
”Well, I’ll be fucked…”
Fiona’s eyes grew wider and more amazed as Emmy’s cooking continued, a thorough process that took great care and diligence.
FIONA:
Well, Hargrove did say I was gonna have a big day ahead of me. He wasn’t kidding…
Within the space of around twenty minutes, the droid had served up a plate filled with chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, fried eggs, and hash browns. It was her favourite breakfast in the world, one that her late husband Jack often made on Sunday mornings. Each bite she took was perfect, taking her back to a time when she truly felt appreciated and wanted.
Yet through it all, Fiona began to ponder.
”What could possibly happen next…”
~TO BE CONTINUED~
“FI & M.E., PART II”
17 July 2021 + 0930 GMT
Some time later…
~Day Zero~
Fiona McFly was enjoying a peaceful slumber, however long it might’ve lasted, after consuming the remainder of the Jack Daniels she acquired the previous night. The sun was shining through her bedroom window as she slept, thesilen ambience being broken by the Canned Heat track that played from her phone. She opened her eyes and slightly turned to the right, then shot up upon spotting something out of the ordinary.
”Together we'll stand
Divided we'll fall
Come on now, people
Let's get on the ball
And work together
Come on, come on
Let's work together
Now, now people
Because together we will stand
Every boy, every girl and man…”
Her wardrobe for the day -- clothing, undergarments, etc., were all hanging from her closet door. Fiona never picked out her clothes the night before she had something planned, and what a plan she had. Her dry-erase board was chalk-full of reminders, including placing phone calls for sponsorship deals regarding “PHASE TWO” -- a project she had floated around for months.
At the time, she didn’t know “Phase Two” would be an independent wrestling promotion.
A lofty goal, for sure...but it was something worth shooting for since the Academy opened its doors.
Hearing what sounded like cooking utensils clanking, Fiona trudged out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. What she saw next felt like a spectre coming to life.
FIONA MCFLY:
AHH!!!
A robotic squeal sounded, and the mysterious object quickly flew over and hid behind the trash can. At that moment, Fiona began to suspect the unlikely scenario -- the contraption Hargrove had given her the previous night had somehow come to life. It sounded far-fetched and, perhaps, a little fantastical, but it seemed like it was the only logical thought she could make.
Cautiously, Fiona approached the little droid, its eyes alight in a coloured hue that indicated various emotional states. Green was for curiosity, yellow was for fear, red was for anger, blue was for sadness, and white was for happiness.
FIONA:
I’m sorry, little one...didn’t mean to scare you.
Her calm voice and demeanour seemed to get through. The droid’s eyes turned from a bright yellow to an apprehensive gray...
FIONA:
Come on, it’s gonna be a’right…
...and then to a pale shade of green. Incredible…she muttered as she knelt down; the small robot peeked out from behind the trash can. It sensed Fiona’s warmth and reassurance as it slowly hovered its way towards her.
FIONA:
Where are you from, and who programmed you?
The robot began to mime a solemn head shake, as if it didn’t remember anything. Fiona chuckled on the inside, never imagining she’d be talking to a sentient, self-aware robot that looked like it came out of Akihabara, before introducing herself.
FIONA:
Fiona...that’s my name. What’s yours?
The droid hovered to a stack of Post-It notes and utilised one of its many gadgets, a permanent marker, to write its designation down before handing it off.
FIONA:
M.E.-94...hrm, interesting. Why don’t I call you “Emmy” for short, after the award that honours the best TV programmes every year in America?
Emmy mimed an excited nod, its eyes turning into a bright white. Much to Fiona’s amazement, the droid went over to the kitchen stove and pointed out several key breakfast items that were neatly lined up on the counter -- eggs, pancake batter, bacon, potatoes, and chocolate chips.
FIONA:
What’s wrong, you want to do what and cook for me...?!
Emmy gave off a slight, warm bob before beginnig its work. Fiona watched with a sense of astonishment as the futuristic robot began creating what seemed to be a magical experience. Eggs were being fried and potatoes were being turned into hash browns, bacon was being baked in the oven, and fluffy chocolate chip pancakes were being constructed.
”Well, I’ll be fucked…”
Fiona’s eyes grew wider and more amazed as Emmy’s cooking continued, a thorough process that took great care and diligence.
FIONA:
Well, Hargrove did say I was gonna have a big day ahead of me. He wasn’t kidding…
Within the space of around twenty minutes, the droid had served up a plate filled with chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, fried eggs, and hash browns. It was her favourite breakfast in the world, one that her late husband Jack often made on Sunday mornings. Each bite she took was perfect, taking her back to a time when she truly felt appreciated and wanted.
Yet through it all, Fiona began to ponder.
”What could possibly happen next…”
~TO BE CONTINUED~