Renae was being led up a long, white hallway who's cleanliness matched the lab-coat that Roger wore. It appeared to be a kind of science lab; this she'd gathered from all the test tubes and blue-prints lying all over the place.
Eventually, she and Roger reached a large room that contained a space shuttle, and more people in lab coats bustling about. Roger led her to a tall, thin man with a long, sparse beard who looked to be in about his sixties, bent over a blue-print. Roger tugged on his lab-coat. " 'Ere Maygin, Oi've go' a new memba' fo' you. 'Dis 'ere is Renae. She's go' no loggin's."
The thin man turned his face to Renae and introduced himself properly. "Greetings m'dea'," he said. He had a sort of English/cockney accent, however his words were slightly drawn out. "Oi can safely say that it is a pleasure to 'ave you."
Renae looked around her. "I hope you don't mind me asking, sir, but what kind of work do you do here, and isn't 'Megan' a girl's name?"
"Not 'Megan', m'dear, but 'Maygin'. And the work we do here is for the one who wants to expand the vast potential of his mind! This is a place for the super-genius, the brainiac, and the nerd alike. We build machinery, transportation, and all sorts of things! We've even come up with a machine that I like to call 'The Horseless Carriage'. It'll be big someday, I can just feel it in me bones! Or, perhaps it's just my arthritis."
"I hope you'll excuse me," said Renae as she scratched her head. "I don't think I understand why you're doing all this.
Maygin chuckled, and Renae thought that she could vaguely hear music starting up. She learned that Maygin could sing too: "You see Renae . . . In this life, one thing counts! In your brain, large amounts. I'm afraid these don't grow on trees; you've got to build a rocket or two, you've got to build a rocket or two, boyyyyyyyys . . . . . You've got to build a rocket or two!"
Renae just stood there awkwardly. She did not have to endure this much longer, because all of a sudden, a dirty, red-headed boy grabbed her arms and shouted, "Tootles! Chloroform her!"
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Story Part 10
Renae wasn't sure that she should have trusted that 'Gollum' character. This place looked nothing like her home, or even the right time period. There were no cars, but horse-drawn carriages. Even so, Renae could tell that she was in London.
After a while she spied a boy a bit younger that herself strutting up the street. He was dressed in a clean, white lab-coat. Eventually, he looked her way, and Renae realized that she had been staring at him. He swaggered up to her and made a low bow. He spoke with a cockney accent.
"Goo' mo'nin' t'ya 'dis foine day, ma'am. And 'oo do Oi 'ave de 'hextreme pleasah of adressin'?"
Renae made a curtsy. "I'm Renae. Who are you?"
The boy smiled with pride. " 'Dey cal' me 'De A'tfull Roge'," (The Artfull Roger) "and if you don't moined me sayin' so miss, but 'ou look a bi' lost. Ain't y'got no login's?"
She shook her head.
Roger nodded, and an idea came to his face. " 'Ere now, Oi know 'dis gent, respectabl' ow'd fellow, wot'l give 'ou login's fo' free!"
Renae smiled. "Thank-you," she said. "That's very kind." She soon discovered that, unlike her adventure to the Wal-mart of Pause, this was, in fact, a musical. The Artful Roger began to sing.
"Conside' y'self, at 'ome," he sang. This went on for about ten minutes, including a few considerably large dance breaks.
After a while she spied a boy a bit younger that herself strutting up the street. He was dressed in a clean, white lab-coat. Eventually, he looked her way, and Renae realized that she had been staring at him. He swaggered up to her and made a low bow. He spoke with a cockney accent.
"Goo' mo'nin' t'ya 'dis foine day, ma'am. And 'oo do Oi 'ave de 'hextreme pleasah of adressin'?"
Renae made a curtsy. "I'm Renae. Who are you?"
The boy smiled with pride. " 'Dey cal' me 'De A'tfull Roge'," (The Artfull Roger) "and if you don't moined me sayin' so miss, but 'ou look a bi' lost. Ain't y'got no login's?"
She shook her head.
Roger nodded, and an idea came to his face. " 'Ere now, Oi know 'dis gent, respectabl' ow'd fellow, wot'l give 'ou login's fo' free!"
Renae smiled. "Thank-you," she said. "That's very kind." She soon discovered that, unlike her adventure to the Wal-mart of Pause, this was, in fact, a musical. The Artful Roger began to sing.
"Conside' y'self, at 'ome," he sang. This went on for about ten minutes, including a few considerably large dance breaks.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Okay, my story has a really long title, so from now on, it will be called just 'Story'. Not very original, but it works.(part 9)
Warning to all you Lord of the Rings fanatics: I am REALLY changing the story! Don't get miffed at me, please. It is just a story, right? Thanks :-)
Renae was walking through a charming little town called the 'shire'. She was glad to finally reach civilization again, even though it did seem a bit primitive. The way to the shire was even a longer way to walk than the Red-Brick Road. Renae's feet were aching, and she yearned for a hot meal.
She had been eating off of berry-bushes on the way, which was not very sustaining. It was a good thing that she had bought a lot of beef-jerky and some other provisions at the Great Wal-mart. Also, she had bought a back-pack to put her things in, such as a rain poncho, a scarf, her wallet, and other essentials.
Renae stepped into a merry little salloon, 'The Green Dragon'. She ordered a meal and a warm drink and enjoyed watching the towns-people -- who, for some reason, were mostly very short -- laugh and sing a few songs on while standing on tabletops. After she had eaten, she stepped outside, where night was just falling. She spent the night at an inn and set off again the next day.
***
Renae stumbled again. She didn't ever think she'd get used to these horrible, rocky terrains. It had been nine days since her cozy dinner at The Green Dragon, and she felt as though this journey was her whole life; as if she'd never known anything else. It felt so long since she had been living a comfortable life back in her house in front of the woods. There was a little hole in the window in her room of the house that let in drafts. She was even missing that little house-hole, and not for the last time, either.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a long, tortured scream: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" It was the worst sound that Renae had heard in her life. Then, a terrible shrimpy, gaunt creature jumped out at her and started to point his skinny little finger at her, shrieking, "Hobbitses! There it is! It's a stranger, isn't it precious!"
Two short little men, like the ones in the saloon, emerged from the brambles and the pudgier of the two scolded the creature for being so foolish.
Renae was not very shocked. Encounters like this were starting to become routine.
"We're horribly sorry miss," said the pudgy one. "This here monster's a bit of a loony." The thinner shorty, 'Mr. Frodo', apparently, and stepped in front of Pudgy.
"Noooo, Sam. It's my burden to bear, Sam," he said in a melancholy, monotone voice. And then he said it again, and again, and again.
Renae bent over to Pudgy, or 'Sam' as he was called, and whispered, "Is Mr. Frodo a 'bit of a loony' as well?"
Sam nodded. "I'm afraid he's been goin' on like this for several hours. The only thing that works to temporarily cure 'im is to hit 'im over the head with a frying pan. But I've been lettin' it go for a while, because when he isn't actin' all crazy like this, he's makin' me carry all of our stuff, every last pot."
Renae looked at Frodo, and then at the ugly little beast, and then she turned back to Sam.
"So basically," she said. "What you're telling me is that you're the only sane one here."
Sam nodded. "Until I hit Mr. Frodo over the head with my pan that is. You look lost. If you like, you can ask that little monster over there for directions, although I don't know if you should trust him. However, he does know the area quite well."
Renae was walking through a charming little town called the 'shire'. She was glad to finally reach civilization again, even though it did seem a bit primitive. The way to the shire was even a longer way to walk than the Red-Brick Road. Renae's feet were aching, and she yearned for a hot meal.
She had been eating off of berry-bushes on the way, which was not very sustaining. It was a good thing that she had bought a lot of beef-jerky and some other provisions at the Great Wal-mart. Also, she had bought a back-pack to put her things in, such as a rain poncho, a scarf, her wallet, and other essentials.
Renae stepped into a merry little salloon, 'The Green Dragon'. She ordered a meal and a warm drink and enjoyed watching the towns-people -- who, for some reason, were mostly very short -- laugh and sing a few songs on while standing on tabletops. After she had eaten, she stepped outside, where night was just falling. She spent the night at an inn and set off again the next day.
***
Renae stumbled again. She didn't ever think she'd get used to these horrible, rocky terrains. It had been nine days since her cozy dinner at The Green Dragon, and she felt as though this journey was her whole life; as if she'd never known anything else. It felt so long since she had been living a comfortable life back in her house in front of the woods. There was a little hole in the window in her room of the house that let in drafts. She was even missing that little house-hole, and not for the last time, either.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a long, tortured scream: "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!" It was the worst sound that Renae had heard in her life. Then, a terrible shrimpy, gaunt creature jumped out at her and started to point his skinny little finger at her, shrieking, "Hobbitses! There it is! It's a stranger, isn't it precious!"
Two short little men, like the ones in the saloon, emerged from the brambles and the pudgier of the two scolded the creature for being so foolish.
Renae was not very shocked. Encounters like this were starting to become routine.
"We're horribly sorry miss," said the pudgy one. "This here monster's a bit of a loony." The thinner shorty, 'Mr. Frodo', apparently, and stepped in front of Pudgy.
"Noooo, Sam. It's my burden to bear, Sam," he said in a melancholy, monotone voice. And then he said it again, and again, and again.
Renae bent over to Pudgy, or 'Sam' as he was called, and whispered, "Is Mr. Frodo a 'bit of a loony' as well?"
Sam nodded. "I'm afraid he's been goin' on like this for several hours. The only thing that works to temporarily cure 'im is to hit 'im over the head with a frying pan. But I've been lettin' it go for a while, because when he isn't actin' all crazy like this, he's makin' me carry all of our stuff, every last pot."
Renae looked at Frodo, and then at the ugly little beast, and then she turned back to Sam.
"So basically," she said. "What you're telling me is that you're the only sane one here."
Sam nodded. "Until I hit Mr. Frodo over the head with my pan that is. You look lost. If you like, you can ask that little monster over there for directions, although I don't know if you should trust him. However, he does know the area quite well."
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