I open it. No one is there. I look down. A package is there. Wrapped in black with white lettering it was.
I take the package inside. It had my name and address on it. And then my social security number beneath it. No postage. Apparently it was hand delivered. The return address simply said Dept. 51.
I decided to open it; I was in that kind of mood.
A letter lay on top. I removed it. An instruction manual lay beneath. I removed that. Some sort of electronic device was revealed.
I carefully remove it and place it on the coffee table. The various colored lights on it begin to flicker and blink. It gradually settles down; some lights on; some lights off. A small LED panel lights up. It says, “Standby Mode”.
I pick up the letter…
[To be continued]
* End *
I recently posted the above on another site that shall remain nameless. I am looking for ideas for Part Two.
I know how it turns out. You lose the instruction manual and find a super-suit inside where upon a catchy tune begins, *Believe it or not, I'm walkin' on air, I never thought I could feel so free-e-e." And then of course, the hilarity ensues.
I loved that song. Your post actually caused me dial it up and listen to it. Thanks.
There are a few possibilities here.
If you think the device might be dangerous, you'll probably evacuate the house and call the police, telling them there's a bomb on your coffee table, and that you suspect it could go off any minute.
The bomb could then actually explode--perhaps with police officers in the house. Or a special squad might manage to defuse the bomb. Or the police might arrive, discover the bomb isn't a bomb at all, and arrange for a white van to take you away.
I've written parts 2 and 3, not published yet. No police. No bombs. I have now written myself into a corner where I need no less than 5 scenarios. They have to do with 5 alternate universes, dimensions, or realities. Any thoughts on those gestalts would be loved.
Taunt us why don't you? How are we supposed to know what happens next?!
I'd love to tell you, but self promotion is not allowed.
Ethics come into play on that. No can do.
I wish everyone had your ethics.... well I don't know what the rest of your ethics are. Maybe you spit on babies when their mothers aren't looking. We don't know.
Most folks here do know my ethics. And there is a breadcrumb trail. HP allows that.
A bread crumb trail... the only thing I know about you, outside of your posts here is that you were an avid user of that floating ball place... I thought you had tired of it though.
Do you mean "B"?
They've really gotten squared away recently. I have become rather fond of them.
I shall remain calm and remember where the exits are.
Don't forget your seat cushion can also be used as a floatation device.
Would you really like to play? If so, how long?
I like to play, but Im never sure what you mean, so I will toddle off before I get in over my head.
haha. This is how our games usually go:
PS: Today is the first day of the rest of your life.
Me: So live it to the fullest.
And what is this "Dragon"? Do you wish to pursue it?
No, no, no... most women know when a man suggests she help him pursue dragon issues, it is time to make a hasty exit.
What's your favorite subject to write on, not chosen for SEO possibilities, but b/c you love it.
Sorry, but you have been classified as to how you were; that is a good thing.
Now I am major suspicious.
Give me a thought?
I did, one time long ago.
You are a bot.
Wonder how long sooner if not because of vodka. Proud of myself actually.
I think you meant to say
"you're a hoot"
"you're a snot"
"you stole my boot"
Something along those lines?
I'm working up the energy to post part 3. I continue to wish to play with you.
Seeing as how I am curled up on my couch with cramps in a completely non-bot like fashion, I will most likely be here.
Do you want to know what I call Speedos? Black, shiny, panties for men.
You are back to dodging again. That's ok. Next subject?
Update your profile to indicate location; it does not have to be more accurate than mine.
You're as bossy as GA. Why must I do this? What will happen if I don't? Are you still calling me a bot? Are bots as intelligent as I obviously am? Can bots do this? *touches finger to nose with eyes closed.*
Yes, but I'm warming up to you. You have made me curious as to who you are.
PS, seriously? I didn't realize you didn't know, I'm sorry. It's me (sed-me in Latin, actually) Beth37. Member me? Your old friend from a month or so ago?
Now this totally cracks me up. Send me one email with previous quotes to confirm.
Meanwhile, I am impressed.
I still have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, but if it will make you happy... ok.
I think I am. Of course there's a robot holding me hostage, but he's more of a drone. He doesn't know about my boomerang abilities.
Every conversation we've ever had... they appear to be related, but in reality, they have nothing to do with each other at all.
One of us is on hallucinogenics... I wish it was me. You don't remember all the times we've chatted on threads? It's been quite a few times. I think Will joined us now and again. Remember Will?
You have lost all credibility with me, but you are still fun to play with. Would you like to continue?
How did I do that? Curse my stupid lack of internet knowledge/etiquette.
Ok, fine then. Your turn! What do you want to talk about?
You really are as much of a mess as I am. Contact me. I may respond; but probably not.
I may contact you... I may not... hold your breath.
Now that was a direct quote... Except for the breath thing.
Apparently I have a friend.
Do I give a damn?
I do like friends.
Send me email from address you sent before please, the GJ one. If it's really you, consider yourself major hugged. And if you are not the real Beth, well, then, I guess I've just experienced a new societal low.