Dirk Amoeba
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(8/25/03 1:46 pm)
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Teafop Ch 2: Plans and counter-plans
Teafop
Chapter 2
"They can't prove anything," Dr. B laughed to himself.
After the police had left, Dr. B had begun celebrating his own genius. His short Broccoli form scampered all around his headquarters on Bee Moon, in delight at his genius avoidance of capture.
"Potato Eyes! Corn Ears! Lettuce Head! Get in here!" he yelled.
Down the stairs into his main laboratory came first a potato, slightly taller than Dr. B himself, a tall ear of corn, and a short head of lettuce, all dressed in black suits and sporting dark glasses.
"What’s up, boss?” said Potato Eyes.
“The police left a couple minutes ago,” Dr. B said pacing happily around the lab. “They didn’t think I had anything to do with it at all.”
“That’s good?” asked Corn Ears.
“Of course that’s good!” said Dr. B. “We don’t want them to know just yet that it was me. As soon as my weapon is ready to pose a serious threat to the planet—that’s when I start the threats. They’ll have no choice after they saw the success of my plan. I will own the capital world!”
“But why do you want to control Banaland?” asked Potato Eyes.
“Power, you dolt!” Dr. B said, walking across to the window. “Look at that planet! Once I control it, what’s stopping me from controlling any one of the other ones in this galaxy?”
“Ummmmmmmmm….. I dunno,” said Potato Eyes.”
“You idiot, that was a rhetorical question,” said Lettuce Head. “So, how long will it take before this new 'Big Beam Weapon' is ready?”
“Well, I need to find a way to make the beam bigger,” Dr. B said. He walked over to a console and pushed a completely inconspicuous button. An opening appeared in the floor, and out of the opening rose the weapon.
It was about six feet high and four feet around. It looked almost like a small telephone booth, except that a small laser cannon was mounted on top of it. The steel door opened to reveal a small control room with several monitors that were necessary to operate the weapon.
Dr. B began to give orders. “You three! We need to make a new cannon for the top. You are to supervise the building of a new cannon just like this one, only make it bigger! Lettuce Head, you’re in charge.”
Lettuce Head beamed. “Yes, Sir!” He then led the others into the stairwell as Dr. B once again looked out the window.
"It's just a matter of time before this entire planet is mine," he said. "Just a matter of time."
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Utter chaos reigned on Banaland. Fruits of all descriptions were running to and from grocery stores to get the food they would need to survive while they stayed in safe shelters, preparing for the inevitable attack.
By now the news had spread around the entire world, and it would be very difficult for Sook to do his work in all the confusion. He once again ran all the data through his processor. The planet was threatened by a terrorist with a really big weapon of enormous power. He needed a single savior to utilize the power source of the weapon against the terrorist.
The power source was the Banacle, a strange energy-generating rock that had been created years ago. All that was on record was that two scientists had been working on the project. One, a broccoli named Bee, and the other a Banana named Derek. The two scientists worked for five years on the project, until Derek mysteriously disappeared, along with all the work that had been completed.
Sook had always had a suspicion that this was not the whole truth, and he didn't know where this suspicion came from. He believed that Bee killed Derek and used the results of the Banacle project to power his own experiments. He had thought this ever since he first examined Bee Moon, where "Dr. B," as Bee was now called, lived alone.
The oddest part of the suspicions he had was that he didn't know what caused him to be so suspicious. Perhaps it had something to do with what had happened before his activation five years ago. He had been found as a dead shell of a bot before the people at the defense station found and activated him, unable to find any memory data. He thought that maybe in his "past life" he had heard something.
Whatever the case, because he was the only one with a lead, not to mention the only survivor of the explosion triggered by the weapon, he had taken it upon himself to take action.
The problem was, where could he find a savior?
He ran more data through his systems, this time data on the Banacle. He processed it madly, searching for a way to find a savior who could utilize the Banacle.
The only thing he could find was a way to create a compatibility test. This test would scan the genetic makeup of any organism and compare it to the Banacle, to show if the organism could use the energy of the Banacle.
After performing some quick scans on bystanding fruits, he saw that the results were not impressive.
"Hmm… these living guys don't seem able to absorb the energy of the Banacle. Still, I'll have to make do!"
He widened the area of the scan and hovered around, searching for a compatible organism.
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Bill was the only one home. His was always the first bus to arrive on planet in the afternoon; the twins and his mom were still off planet, having been stranded when the bus systems stopped working.
He grabbed a sandwich and sat down to play video games. He loaded the disc for Block Stacker, a simple puzzle game that he was addicted to.
Two attached randomly colored blocks fell from the top of the screen and began play. Bill stacked the blocks strategically until the blocks reached the top. Then, based on the placement of the blocks he was given a score.
"One thousand, four hundred fifty-two," he said, satisfied. "Not so bad, if I do say so my self."
"One-Four-Five-Two?" said a voice from somewhere. "Pathetic!"
Bill looked around. Wasn't he alone? Suddenly, he realized he had a visitor. "Who are you?" He asked the robot standing in the doorway.
"My number is Ess-Zero-Zero-Kay," said the bot, "But you can call me Sook."
"Great. I'm callin' the cops," said Bill, standing and walking for the phone.
"Don't bother them," Sook said. He grinned. "I think they're a bit busy at the moment, with the crisis that's going on."
"I guess," said Bill, sitting again. "So what do you want?"
"I want to know something," Sook said.
"Shoot," Bill prompted.
"What is it about you that makes you such a good absorber of energy from a certain source?"
"Wha….? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing," Sook replied offhand. "I was just performing a test on random people to test their compatibility with this thing called the Banacle, and you were shown to be the most compatible thing that exists, and in fact you almost ARE the Banacle, so…" Sook trailed off when he noticed the serious look on Bill's face. "What?"
"What do you know about project Banacle that I don't?" Bill said icily.
"Lots, I'd expect," Said Sook, "Most people only know a little about it. Why?"
"I never told you my name," said Bill. "It's Bill."
"And…" Sook trailed off. "What does this mean?"
"It's Bill, son of Derek."
"Oh." Sook stopped and processed. "So…. that explains that compatibility thingy, anyway."
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