Alright. So I thought I give a try at this whole "writing stories" deal. No plot. All dialogue. I'll just add more as I come up with it. It won't be chronological. It'll probably end up being a real mess since it is basically just me posting my thoughts/ideas about the world and stupid stuff like that.
ps. Grandiagod, this is not the same Robojake as the one who was in our Summer school PE class.
pps. Oh snap! No swear filter! I'm so edgy.
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"So, I got this idea for a movie"
"Alright, well, you've got my attention." I said lazily.
"Cool. So, it's a love story. It takes place in the future and well-, ah I'll just read off what I wrote down." Jimmy said as he dived into his messenger bag. I could hear him mumbling to himself. About what I know not. I was too busy thinking about all those who before me had drunk from the grimmy coffee mug I now held in my hands. The thought was disgusting considering the kind of folk this place attracted. People like me and my friend Jimmy. Sitting in this
booth thousands of miserable souls had sat in before me. My friend surfaced from his bag holding a blank eight and a half by eleven piece of paper. Well, the paper appeared to be blank from my point of view. It wasn't blank at all. I was just seeing the backside of the paper. Why I am taking the time to tell you this? I dont know.
"The year is two-thousand and one and the Great Robot-Zombie War was over, the zombies had been defeated-"
"Wait. What? Are you shitting me? You do know we are living in the year two-thousand and six right?" He had to be shitting me.
"Of course. I wrote this in like, the fifth grade or something. Two-thousand and one was still quite a ways away....The year is two-thous-"
"We've established that already." I said in annoyed voice. I didnt mean to sound so annoyed. Not that I wasn't, I just didnt want to come off as rude.
"...the zombies had been defeated. Operation Robot Army was a success and now that the robots had served their purpose, they needed to be destoryed-"
"Why?"
"Because they're killing machines. Their only function is to kill...that's what killing machines do...they kill."
"That makes sense."
"And so they were destroyed. All except for one robot. RoboJake."
"Why wasn't robojake destoryed?"
"I'm getting to that-"
"Who names a robot jake?"
"I'M GETTING TO THAT. Jeez."
"Sorry" I wasn't really.
"A professor had grown fond of Robojake's company and did not wish for him to be destroyed." I truly wanted to point out this plothole but I decided to hold my tongue until he finished. "So he installed an emotion chip into Robojake so that robojake wouldnt kill anyone. But the Professor could not foresee the inevitable, that robojake would fall in love." There was an awkward silence. I guess that was my cue to say something.
"You finished?"
"Well, there of course is more to the story, but that is the premise. So what do you think?"
"How did the professor manage to befriend a killing machine?"
"He's crazy! He lost his son during the Great Zombie Invasion and replaced his presence with a robot. Oh, and the Professor's son's name was Jake. That's how RoboJake got his name."
"So what happens next?"
"Well, RoboJake confesses to the Professor that he had fallen in love, but the professor protests saying 'I protest! You are not capable of understanding love! You are a Robot! Robots can't love!' to which Robojake responds 'I loved you.'-"
"Touching"
"Yeah, then Robojake kills the Professor."
"Ba-zing"
"What?"
"Well, it's ironic-"
"Yeah, I know! I wrote the story." Jimmy sounded testy.
"Hey, dont get all defensive, you asked for my input!"
"I know." Jimmy sighed. "It's just...I poured my soul into this story...it's like it's an extension of me. That's why I'm really touchy, you know?"
"I understand what you mean." It's true I did understand. But that doesnt make his story any better. "Alright, so what happens after that?"
"Robojake kidnaps the girl he is in love with and takes her back to the late-Professor's lab. Then the girl freaks out. Robojake tried calming her down...telling her about how he loved her and killed for her, but it just makes her freak out even more."
"No shit." As I said this, I somehow managed to make the saltine cracker I had been munching on fly out of my hands. I fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground but failed due to my poor hand-eye coordination. I was overcome with sadness at the sight of the fallen saltine cracker lying amongst the grease, dirt, hair and other substances, of which I would rather not think about, that had managed to accumulate year after year on this unwashed corner where the booth meet the wall. Knowing that that saltine would never fulfill its purpose in life shot pangs of sorrow into my heart.
"After a while of being shacked up in the Professor's lab the girl begins to open up alittle." Is it just me, or does that sound a little kinky? "The girl explains to Robojake why a relationship between them would never work out. Robojake argues that there is nothing wrong with a robot and women being in love. She agrees, but tells him that other people wouldn't be too keen to the idea. Robojake tries to convince her it doesnt matter what others think, but he soon realizes that it is useless...it could never happen. He tells her that he loves her and let's her go. As she makes her way to the door, there is an explosion and a bunch of soldiers enter the lab. One of them grabs the girl and pulls her aside. He tells the others that she is safe from danger and they move in for the kill. The girl screams 'he's not the vicious machine you think he is! Stop!' but they dont mind her. The men take turns beating on robojake's head with their clubs."
"Clubs? That's not very futuristic."
"The clubs are made out plasma...how's that?"
"Better."
"Robojake doesnt even put up a fight. Before he is destoryed a heart flashes on his chest display as he looks at the girl-"
"Chest display?"
"It's like a computer monitor only built into his chest"
"Cool."
"Back to the story, the heart flashes on his chest...and then someone smashes it in and then he dies. And the girl is crying. The End."
"That's it? That's a bit depressing isnt it?"
"Yeah? So? It's a social commentary."
"Oh...right. But it's still depressing.Couldn't you cheer it up? You know...add a twist or something?"
"Yeah sure. How about 'The End?'" Quick! Someone give this guy his own Sitcom! "So, what do you think of my movie idea?"
"It's kind of like you combined Terminator with King-Kong."
"Hmm...you're right."
End of Conversation.
ps. Grandiagod, this is not the same Robojake as the one who was in our Summer school PE class.
pps. Oh snap! No swear filter! I'm so edgy.
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"So, I got this idea for a movie"
"Alright, well, you've got my attention." I said lazily.
"Cool. So, it's a love story. It takes place in the future and well-, ah I'll just read off what I wrote down." Jimmy said as he dived into his messenger bag. I could hear him mumbling to himself. About what I know not. I was too busy thinking about all those who before me had drunk from the grimmy coffee mug I now held in my hands. The thought was disgusting considering the kind of folk this place attracted. People like me and my friend Jimmy. Sitting in this
booth thousands of miserable souls had sat in before me. My friend surfaced from his bag holding a blank eight and a half by eleven piece of paper. Well, the paper appeared to be blank from my point of view. It wasn't blank at all. I was just seeing the backside of the paper. Why I am taking the time to tell you this? I dont know.
"The year is two-thousand and one and the Great Robot-Zombie War was over, the zombies had been defeated-"
"Wait. What? Are you shitting me? You do know we are living in the year two-thousand and six right?" He had to be shitting me.
"Of course. I wrote this in like, the fifth grade or something. Two-thousand and one was still quite a ways away....The year is two-thous-"
"We've established that already." I said in annoyed voice. I didnt mean to sound so annoyed. Not that I wasn't, I just didnt want to come off as rude.
"...the zombies had been defeated. Operation Robot Army was a success and now that the robots had served their purpose, they needed to be destoryed-"
"Why?"
"Because they're killing machines. Their only function is to kill...that's what killing machines do...they kill."
"That makes sense."
"And so they were destroyed. All except for one robot. RoboJake."
"Why wasn't robojake destoryed?"
"I'm getting to that-"
"Who names a robot jake?"
"I'M GETTING TO THAT. Jeez."
"Sorry" I wasn't really.
"A professor had grown fond of Robojake's company and did not wish for him to be destroyed." I truly wanted to point out this plothole but I decided to hold my tongue until he finished. "So he installed an emotion chip into Robojake so that robojake wouldnt kill anyone. But the Professor could not foresee the inevitable, that robojake would fall in love." There was an awkward silence. I guess that was my cue to say something.
"You finished?"
"Well, there of course is more to the story, but that is the premise. So what do you think?"
"How did the professor manage to befriend a killing machine?"
"He's crazy! He lost his son during the Great Zombie Invasion and replaced his presence with a robot. Oh, and the Professor's son's name was Jake. That's how RoboJake got his name."
"So what happens next?"
"Well, RoboJake confesses to the Professor that he had fallen in love, but the professor protests saying 'I protest! You are not capable of understanding love! You are a Robot! Robots can't love!' to which Robojake responds 'I loved you.'-"
"Touching"
"Yeah, then Robojake kills the Professor."
"Ba-zing"
"What?"
"Well, it's ironic-"
"Yeah, I know! I wrote the story." Jimmy sounded testy.
"Hey, dont get all defensive, you asked for my input!"
"I know." Jimmy sighed. "It's just...I poured my soul into this story...it's like it's an extension of me. That's why I'm really touchy, you know?"
"I understand what you mean." It's true I did understand. But that doesnt make his story any better. "Alright, so what happens after that?"
"Robojake kidnaps the girl he is in love with and takes her back to the late-Professor's lab. Then the girl freaks out. Robojake tried calming her down...telling her about how he loved her and killed for her, but it just makes her freak out even more."
"No shit." As I said this, I somehow managed to make the saltine cracker I had been munching on fly out of my hands. I fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground but failed due to my poor hand-eye coordination. I was overcome with sadness at the sight of the fallen saltine cracker lying amongst the grease, dirt, hair and other substances, of which I would rather not think about, that had managed to accumulate year after year on this unwashed corner where the booth meet the wall. Knowing that that saltine would never fulfill its purpose in life shot pangs of sorrow into my heart.
"After a while of being shacked up in the Professor's lab the girl begins to open up alittle." Is it just me, or does that sound a little kinky? "The girl explains to Robojake why a relationship between them would never work out. Robojake argues that there is nothing wrong with a robot and women being in love. She agrees, but tells him that other people wouldn't be too keen to the idea. Robojake tries to convince her it doesnt matter what others think, but he soon realizes that it is useless...it could never happen. He tells her that he loves her and let's her go. As she makes her way to the door, there is an explosion and a bunch of soldiers enter the lab. One of them grabs the girl and pulls her aside. He tells the others that she is safe from danger and they move in for the kill. The girl screams 'he's not the vicious machine you think he is! Stop!' but they dont mind her. The men take turns beating on robojake's head with their clubs."
"Clubs? That's not very futuristic."
"The clubs are made out plasma...how's that?"
"Better."
"Robojake doesnt even put up a fight. Before he is destoryed a heart flashes on his chest display as he looks at the girl-"
"Chest display?"
"It's like a computer monitor only built into his chest"
"Cool."
"Back to the story, the heart flashes on his chest...and then someone smashes it in and then he dies. And the girl is crying. The End."
"That's it? That's a bit depressing isnt it?"
"Yeah? So? It's a social commentary."
"Oh...right. But it's still depressing.Couldn't you cheer it up? You know...add a twist or something?"
"Yeah sure. How about 'The End?'" Quick! Someone give this guy his own Sitcom! "So, what do you think of my movie idea?"
"It's kind of like you combined Terminator with King-Kong."
"Hmm...you're right."
End of Conversation.
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