Continued from last entry…
I managed to get-out-of the pile of books with my geography book and Hermit-crab.
“YEAH!” I exclaimed as I lifted my book in the air.
I then looked-around and realized that there were several other robots (most of them worked there) staring at me funny.
I then felt a new emotion: Embarrassment.
I then nervously laughed electronically and, after awkwardly standing there while holding my book in the air, I rolled awaycompletely forgetting about the mess I had left.
I went into an empty-bookshelf and opened the book.
The book was larger than me and it was most difficult to turn the many pages.
But, after aprox. 3 hours, 22 minutes, and 35 seconds; I found the correct page.
It turns-out, there was actually an airport right next to the Library I was in.
I wondered, “Now how on earth did I miss it? There’s a giant tower!”
Anyhow, I rolled-offcarrying my book.
I was about to roll-out the door when, all of a sudden, there was a loud, bleeping noise.
I looked-aroundtrying to figure-out what had happened.
Then I saw a familiar model (read my post, A Confrontation).
“WHERE IS YOUR CARD?” said the mechanical-being in a loud, deep, electronic voice.
I looked-around, in a panicking-manner.
I then spotted, out of sheer luck, a Jack of Hearts on the floor.
I picked it up and shielded my face with it in front of the harsh machine.
Then, all of a sudden a beam of blue light burst from the machine, swept up and down across my “card”, and it then re-entered into the machine.
I then heard a bunch of strange sounds come from the machine.<br.
It then stated, "THIS CARD IS IRRELEVANT."
That didn’t sound very good.
I then ran to the desk (evidently, you needed some kind of card in a library).
I looked-around for some-kind of receptionist.
Then, I saw a robot, a Fully Automated Receptionist (or “FAR”) to be exact.
I then said, “Card?”
The robot then gave-me an Ace of Clubs.
I shook my head.
It then gave-me a holographic “baseball” carddepicting a box-like robot beating a ball with a wooden bat.
I shook my head again.
It then grabbed a Library Card and gave-it to me.
Then, once I had filled-in the information, a recite came-out of a slot in it’s face.
“Have a nice dayplease come again… Thank you, have a nice day! … Please, come again… Have a nice dayplease, come again soon… HAVE A NICE…”
I then went-away (I think it had an error).
Once I was outside, I realized that I didn’t need the Geography Book nowI knew where the airport was, now.
So I decided to return my book early.
Once I arrived there, I saw several men with numerous tools and devicestrying to fix the malfunctioned F.A.R.
I wasn’t quite sure what else to dothe back of the F.A.R’s Head was openit probably wouldn’t be of any help.
So I put the book on the floor and began rolling-away.
But, no sooner had I begun leaving, I realized that the book would easily get damaged on the floorlike a R.A.P.T.O.R (a fragile device my buddies and I used while building the P.T.M-thingy)so I decided I better put it somewhere on a shelf (wether or not it belonged there).
Once I was done with that, I rolled outside and into the parking-lot.
I looked-around and I realized that a car was coming right at me!
I covered my photosensors and, when I opened them, I realized that the car had already passed-over me.
Eventually, I found the airportat last!
Once I arrived inside, I realized that I had a problem: I was broke.
So I thought, perhaps I could work-on the plane and earn my stay?
I soon found a pilot who needed someone to serve “Coffee” (whatever that meant).
As I rolled-away, I saw the pilot stare at me funny.
I wondered why people are always so confused when I do something.
I soon began looking-for my plane (well, technically, it wasn’t my planeit was the pilot’swell, actually, technically, it was the airline’sbut that’s beside the point!).
Later, I found a bin with a bunch of moldy-food, broken-stuff, several odds-and-ends, rips and crinkles of paper, and just plain GARBAGE.
I fell in!
As I rolled-around, I tried to avoid these disgusting-things.
But soon, I saw a broken BAGGAGEit only had a broken-zipper (that didn’t matterI could open a zipper with my screw-driver).
But then I came to realize something: I was stuck in a trash-can.
After exactly 3 hours, I realized that I could tip-over the bin!
So I leaned on the edge and… I was out!
I then rolled-off with my bag (unaware that I had just left a HUGE mess).
I realized that I was most messyI had been in a trash-can.
I then realized that I had only been cleaned twice in my whole life!
So I took it upon myself to clean myself.
I didn’t want to get my germs on everything so I jumped-in my bag, zipped-it-up, and began rollinghoping that I would eventually run-into a bathroom.
TO BE CONTINUED…