~~YARN BUTTS IN~~
Things are really beginning to get interesting on Klesia Moon Prime. If Mr. Seebot has actually broken the Al203 Telescope, who knows what could happen next. There are countless possibilities, each one worse than the next.
By the way it's me, your gifted storyteller, Yarn. I'm the glorious bard unable to sing or play the lute, but I can jam a few power chords on a Drutar, which is a cross between a drum set and a guitar…duh.
After the horrific screeching and grinding of the telescope, Izzy, Mr. Seebot and Thil froze, afraid to move or react for fear of triggering some reaction. They stood silently and looked wide-eyed at one another, wondering what would come next, waiting for the next domino, or even world, to fall. No one moved a muscle.
The telescope had obviously turned the wrong direction and scrapped against something. As everyone on the planets knew, both of the Al203 Telescopes were connected and could be programmed from the lab on Klesia Moon Prime. If Mr. Seebot accidentally reprogrammed the opposing telescope as well, the Klesians might finally face the cataclysmic event they had all been expecting.
The three Klesians standing before the Al203 knew that if it were to collapse, they were doomed. They were, without a doubt, standing exactly in the wrong spot if shattering chunks of diamonds and shards of slicing crystals broke loose and crashed down directly upon their heads.
Not to mention that heaps of aluminum foil tumbling from a few hundred feet above would not exactly feel like a soft caress. It would hurt as much as anything. Seebot seemed more afraid of getting his butt chewed by his boss, though.
Spoiler alert: Mr. Seebot is not one hundred percent organic. He's part organic and part artificial, a mechanical with living parts. Everybody knows he's an artificial, but he tries so hard to act like everyone else…organics that is.
Even though old Yarn may be grouchy and ill-tempered on occasion, on several occasions according to Leon my SpacePod, my dislike for Mr. Seebot is authentic. By now, you probably realize that I have watched Izzian for quite some time, as he spied on Eliza. Since Seebot runs the Al203 Telescopes, I've had to watch him too.
I'll venture to say that Mr. Seebot is not my favorite robot-man of all time. He treats the students with contempt and anger. His mind is narrow, and his views are stunted.
The man didn't even need to type on the air board. All he had to do was point his internal input/output beam at the telescope's input/output beam and program it in less than a millisecond. But, he'd rather do it the old fashioned way and pretend he's not an artificial. Seems like Mr. Seebot is thinking like an organic already, trying to pretend he's something he's not.
How rude of me, though. Technically speaking, Leon is part artificial as well and I'd never speak ill of him. Have I mentioned Leon yet? He's my SpacePod, my ship, my friend. Built partially artificial and partially organic, he's the best there is.
The artificial part of Leon gives us the ability to fly and compute and do all of those mechanical things that are difficult for me to do alone. The organic part of Leon allows for physical changes when needed.
Sometimes in space travel, we need to fit into tight places, or become something different altogether. Leon has the ability to do so. Also, being organic gives Leon the ability to age. It's debatable whether or not his organic side gives him the ability to understand love, but who really understands love anyway?
Unfortunately for our Izzy, the similarities betwixt Leon and Mr. Seebot end there. Leon is basically a nice guy, whereas Mr. Seebot needs a good kick in the butt, metaphorically speaking of course. I'm not a violent person, but I am having a hard time liking that Mr. Seebot.
More to the point, Izzian has realized that Eliza Allready knows he has been watching her with the Al203 Telescope. He may never get to prove his theory, since Seebot has miscalculated the programming. The telescope may be crashing down upon their heads as we speak. Let's find out.
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CHAPTER 3