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Unbiased Law: Episode 19

Episode Eighteen Recap: Forced into killing an old friend being controlled by an invisible enemy, Magnus finds himself soaring through the air in a taxi.  Headed towards the water under a bridge, will our Detective escape his near certain fate? What could possibly save him in this instance? The answer lies in the words below! (or head back to Episode One or Episode Eighteen)!

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Well. When I recharged earlier in the week, if you’d have told me I’d be soaring through the air in a taxi, I may have laughed at you. If you had asked me two days ago, I’d have dismissed it but still considered it. Today, I find that nothing is impossible. Killer robots, Body Hijacking, A girl with a second personality that is a robot and a looming war between humans and robots. Only I am on the case, and I am headed toward certain doom. Doom. Goddamnit. I’m not about to die. Not in a taxi. I push my feet straight against the roof and thrust my back against the seats. Gun aimed at the back wind shield, I plow as many bullets through it as I possibly can and watch it disintegrate. I grab the edge and pull myself to spite Death yet again. Screw you, I won’t roll over. Not today,  not ever.
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I can feel Death’s grasp slide off as I pull myself through the back window of the taxi and assess my situation. I find the car in a crazy spin and I leap toward the underside of the bridge. I miss the support bars and fall clanging through lower supports. As I tumble, I feel bits of me falling off as I play a quick game of ricochet among the bars. My gun disappears as my hand obliterates off iron girders, and as my head connects with a different support I lose the ability to see out of my left side. Enraged, I thrust my hand out and feel myself immediately stop plummeting. I look up and my arm is up to the elbow in cobblestone. Dear God, will today just end? Thanks. Sincerely Magnus.
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After a brief, yet difficult climb I find myself standing on the roadside. The cab is long since gone. I say a few words for Farley and then I keep moving. I’ve got to get somewhere, somewhere I’ve got friends. Now where the hell is that? Then an idea pops into my head, it’s a long shot but I’m running out of friends and ideas.
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I march up the stairs to the beautiful split entry home, pillars on the deck and a golden retriever at the doormat. He sniffs me and then rolls over for a belly rub. I glance back to the Beware of Dog sign and laugh to myself. “Guard dog huh?” I scratch his belly and push the doorbell. When the door opens, a man stares at me completely bewildered by my appearance. “What are you doing here?” I stare at him for a few moments before deciding I really do have no other options. “Hey Cap, long time no see.” As I stare at the man with silver hair, he looks me up and down. “What’s wrong Magnus?” My former boss, Captain Steven Gates, knows right away I need help. “How’d you know Cap?” He points to my mangled hand and tucks my “eye” back in its socket. “A damn hunch you foolish robot. Come in before I’m arrested for harbouring a dead man.”
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As I walk into his home, I take a look around. Nothing has changed except the faces in the pictures. Everyone is older, but it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long. “Cap… what do you mean harbouring a dead man?” He grins and swipes his television remote. As he turns the volume up, I realize I can only hear out one side of my head, but it’s more than enough. “Tonight a Taxi plunged off the Silver River Bridge, taking two robots with it to the bottom. As rescue attempts were made, there were no survivors. Salvaging and collection will begin in two days and police advise all river users to take the detour through the other side to the old draw bridge in…” the voice slowly fades out as I watch the volume decrease. I look to the Captain as he shrugs. “So you died?” I look him straight in the eye and as serious as I can, manage one line. “Well I got better.”
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A narrow escape! A new ally? Where’s the Veronicas? Only Episode 20 could answer these questions, maybe, but the only way to find out is to tune in! Two Days Time! Big Episode Twenty! Double Feature! BE THERE!

Unbiased Law: Episode 18

Episode Sixteen Recap:  Magnus and his quick thinking manage to save Ronnie from bleeding out in Veronica’s body. After a short moment of relief, Ronnie wishes for him to swap them back. Being new to the procedure, Magnus makes a critical error and creates two girls exactly the same in mind. As Veronica, now back in her body, seemingly pulls the trigger on her sister for all the meddling Ronnie did in her life, Magnus is left with some final words that seem all too familiar. As Veronica pulls away, Magnus realizes he just left two minds in one body, he forgot to overwrite the memories as data transferred. Now that he has put both of his enemies in one body, will she be twice as deadly? Or will she tear herself apart? Perhaps you will find out below (or head back to Episode One or Episode Seventeen)!

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I march down the sidewalk in silence. Two girls, one robot and one human. I’ve trapped them in the same fleshy cage and I can only hope that the girls will play nice. As of this moment, it may be the only way they can survive. I walk until I finally make my way to a busy main street. As taxis fly by, I realize this week has been the worst week in recent memory, but most likely ever. I stand staring at nothing when suddenly I realize a taxi has stopped and is honking it’s horn at me. I make my way into the back seat and tell the driver where I’m going. Strangely enough, I don’t know what I tell him, I’m too distracted by my own thoughts. Suddenly, my name being called snaps me out of my stupor. “Magnus! Goddamnit man what’s wrong with you?” I look up and see Farley, much to my surprise.
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“Farley, what the hell are you doing here and how did you escape the cell?” I manage to trip over every second word. If a robot could grin, he would be right now. “No time to talk boss.  You’ve got a date with destiny. Lucky I found you here!” I sit back and relax for a moment before his words sink in. Date? With Destiny? I lean forward to ensure I’m heard correctly. “Date with Destiny? Are you setting me up with a car or something because I’m not into that kind of stuff.” I can hear his mechanical laughter from the front seat. “No way man, better plans for you. You’ve got a date with the Commissioner.” As soon as I hear the word Commissioner, my hand shoots to the door handle but I find it already locked. “Farley, Please don’t do this. That robot will kill me.” Farley shakes his head in response to my pleading. “Sorry man, but he gave me my options and I had to take it.”
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I don’t know what a robot could have to lose aside from his life, but I decide I can’t just sit back and take this. I try and hack into his mind and see if I can change it manually. Suddenly, I am shocked to find he has been infected with some virus. As it directs itself toward the open connection, I escape just in time. He looks back into the rear view and I can tell he is genuinely sorry. “I can’t help it man. They got to me.” I slide my hand into my jacket and feel my gun. The bulletproof glass between us is thick enough to stop a bullet, but I must do what I need to. That’s when I realize that the glass only goes so far down. I notice a small gap in between the floor and the glass, enough to clean out underneath the seats. I take one last look into the mirror at one of the few robot friends I had made as of late. “Sorry Farley.” I slide my hand underneath the seat and twist my wrist to point the gun directly at the bottom of the driver seat. A few bullets later and I score a hit.
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As the bullet rips through Farley’s memory unit, he spins and I see the energy draining from his circuits. “Thank… you… I’m no… puppet…” The energy cuts. Final last words, not just for humans. Sadly we’re doing about ninety miles an hour, and I can see a bridge approaching. No hands on the wheel, a steel foot on the accelerator, this isn’t looking good. Suddenly everything is in slow motion. The car heads straight for the sidewalk and unfortunately the bridge edge. As the car catches the corner of the cobblestone pillar of the bridge it flips and spins through the air. No seatbelt on, I find myself crashing to the roof and the seats and back again. Bullet casings clang off my body and I watch through a side window as the car heads upside down past the bridge. I could try to login in, back up my memory again, but I know that this is all happening in fractions of a second. It only feels slow because I am most likely about to plummet to my doom. Not only have I killed a friend, but the Commissioner will still win and I will be a thing of the past. Damnit, I hate Wednesdays.
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With our robot hero trapped within the confines of a taxi in mid air, the question is how will he survive? Will he solve the case or will he find himself trapped at the bottom of a body of water? Tune in once again in two days time!

Super Zero: Return of the Phantom in the Closet

A broken, dejected James mopes through the door to his home. His mother looks to him and motions for him to come to the table. As he slides himself out of his sneakers, his eyes never leave the floor. His father takes a note of this and decides to bring it up. “How did the cape go at school? We heard some stories and were wondering if they were true!” James dragged his feet past as his father watched him slowly making his way to the table. “It was okay.” James slid into a chair and stared straight ahead, unblinking and deep in thought. His mother and father exchanged some glances but decided not to press it.

The food was extremely delicious, and James expected no less. He stared at his plate and fiddled with his veggies until finally his mother decided she couldn’t take it any more. “James honey, what’s wrong?” Without looking up from the peas skewered on his fork he muttered words almost inaudible to anyone. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m okay.” His father stopped eating and stared at his tiny offspring. “Son, the stories we heard from school sounded like you had a mostly good day, but here we are and you seem entirely somewhere else.” James shifted his eyes in his father’s direction for only a moment before rolling them quickly back to his fork. His father shook his head with dissatisfaction and withdrew from the table, taking all cleared plates with him. As he stood at the sink rinsing them off, his wife joined him. “What do we do Will?” She asked with the genuine concern of a mother for her first-born. James’ father met her eyes with his. “I’m not sure. We should probably just leave him alone for tonight.” As he finished up cleaning he turned back to her with a question in his eyes and suddenly on his lips. “Did you want to put him to bed early Emily?” She nodded, “It has been a long day for him.”

As she carried James up the stairs, Emily was beginning to feel like there was nothing either of them could do. As she laid him into bed, she whispered softly in his ear about getting up early for a bath. James hated bathing, but more than that he hated getting up early. As she pulled his blankets up James scowled at her. “I don’t want to get up early. It’s not fair!” He crossed his arms and stared at her defiantly. She crossed her arms and stared back equally as defiant. “Well young man, perhaps you should have been more sociable tonight. Instead you’ve been cranky. Good night, sleep tight.” She kissed his forehead and began to leave the room. Just as she turned out the lights and the remaining rays leaked in from the hallway, James could make out two glowing red dots in his closet. Before he could call for her, his mother had left him in the room… the room with the Phantom in the Closet.

He had told his parents about the phantom before and they never believed him, as parents never do. He had woken up many times to see the Phantom sneaking away from his bed, or peering at him from the shadows or even from the closet. After confronting a bully, what was a Phantom going to do that the bully couldn’t? As he pretended to sleep, James laid still with one eye slightly open. As the glowing eyes emerged from the closet, he watched as they slid within the confines of the shadows, up walls and across the ceiling. Finally James opened his eyes and waited for them to adjust. He could only see the two extremely confused looking red eyes staring back at him, as if that’s all the Phantom was, just a pair of eyes. He decided to break the ice. “Hi, I am James. What or who are you?” After a few minutes of silence, James noticed the eyes had yet to blink. “Are you okay?” As he moved from the bed he heard the closet door slam, upon his inspection of the ceiling, the beast was gone. So much for that idea, but then again, he probably isn’t used to people talking to him. As he turned around to get into bed, he noticed a rather large lump already under his sheets, with two red eyes glowing through them. It had been a trap, and now James was separated from his bed.

Unbiased Law: Episode 17

Episode Sixteen Recap:  As Magnus sits in his car with human hijacking Veronica, ex human Veronica stands outisde arguing with her sister. As the tensions flare, Magnus realizes a robot is watching them from the end of the alley. When bullets start flying, Magnus grabs the sister outside the car, and reverses out of the alley, smashing into the killer robot. As he surveys the damage, ex human Veronica is trying to deal with her sister quickly bleeding out. Will they be able to help her or is it already too late? Head down for the crazy seventeeth episode (or head back to Episode One or Episode Sixteen)!

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I stare at the girl as blood gushes from both front and back. My brain is trying to make sense of it all when suddenly Veronica screams at me. “Do something, anything!” This however doesn’t snap me out of my daze, there’s just so much… so much blood. I can tell she’s still screaming at me when I turn to her, and stare at her body. She looks disgusted and enraged all at once. “You’re going to check me out while my sister dies in my body?” I can’t hear her, I’m a million miles away. As she is screaming, she doesn’t notice me hack into her systems and arrange a minuscule amount of her nanites to go to her sister as if it was a normal transfer. I watch as her skin crawls, and the nanites make their way down her hand  by what seems to be the millions. Well, that’s about the only way you’d be able to see them with the naked eye is if they travelled in a large enough amount.
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As I sit by, I can still hear Veronica screaming and I watch the progress of the nanites. They are amazing as the bullet holes rebuild from the inside out. Veronica is still screaming at me when her sister takes my hand, and I help her up. As R0N-N13 sits up, Veronica stares at the lack of bullet wounds and sighs with relief. I look into R0N-N13’s eyes and she looks back. I can tell she immediately regrets being in the fragile, fleshy casing humans call a body. She looks at me and I know what her eyes are asking. Switch us back, please switch us back. I stare for a moment as if to be sure, and she nods. I look to Veronica who both of us had tuned out. Her face is as red as a tomato and she is still screaming. What she doesn’t know, and what most robots do, is that you can be forced into shut down. I draw one of the hidden tools from my body and I tap the small stick on Veronica’s knee. She convulses a moment and then is silent. I turn to R0N-N13 and her eyes are already closed. I connect to her wirelessly, but as the Doc had removed Veronica’s wireless transmitter when he pronounced her dead, I connect manually.
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As the transfer goes through, I feel relieved. Veronica opens her eyes and hits me, forgetting I’m a robot and obviously oblivious to the fact she’s a human again. She realizes this when seconds later pain shoots through her hand and up her arm and she stares at it with disbelief. Her mouth hangs open as the words tumble out. “I’m… back. I’m me.” As R0N-N13 wakes, I turn to her. “Are you all right?” I ask despite everything seeming fine. She nods and looks to her sister. “Call me Ronnie.” I would smile if I could, but I can hear some grumbling coming from Veronica. I turn to her and realize she’s not looking too happy. “What’s wrong Veronica?” She doesn’t hesitate to let me have it all. “You copied, but didn’t override my sister’s memory.” I turn to Ronnie and she is silent. When I look back from one to the other, guns are drawn and everyone is really unhappy. Veronica makes the first accusation. “You wanted to be the one my father loved, you switched us and almost killed me in the process. Then when you told my father, he refused to love you because he figured you had killed me.” Ronnie’s gun quivers in her hand. “You sided with the discards in hopes to clear father’s name and win back his love.” As Veronica and I both stare at her, she realizes that is one of her own memories, but as her human self.
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In an instant everything changes and I watch as Veronica shoots Ronnie. As the organ donor droid drops, I immediately fear for my own existence. Veronica turns to me. “Thanks for getting my body back, so I owe you one.” I breathe a sigh of relief and then I hear her voice change slightly as she says, “You live today, but know something. I’m tracking you, so now I can find you and kill you whenever I want. So if you end up near my house again, I will hunt you down.” As she motions for me to get out of the car, I slide out and watch it drive away in shock. I have heard Veronica say that before, but it was when Ronnie had me in my office tied to a chair. I think I’ve done something absolutely terrible and against the law. I’ve given a human multiple personality disorder, and one of those personalities sided with the discards. Now I stand on the sidewalk wondering just which personality pulled the trigger.
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As the Radlem sisters become one and the same in Veronica’s human body, will they fight for supremacy or will Ronnie try to keep it hidden as long as she can? Will Magnus attempt to turn them in or will he avoid the Police Station as long as he can? Where is the killer robot now? The answers can only be in the future! Two days time! Episode Eighteen! Be there!

Super Zero: Eccentricity

As the afternoon crawled by James got anxious for going home. He hadn’t paid much attention at school yet, it was seeming that he was easily distracted. When Miss Delilah looked at him, at least he was facing the board this time. Class continued and James made the effort to participate. He was extremely glad when everyone got paired up for a partner art project. He got partnered with Alex, and he sat beside him at the art table. “I like art a lot.” James smiled and looked at the paper. It was empty now, but it had the potential for dragons, monsters, ghosts and anything he wanted. As he looked at Alex, James realized he was looking away. “Alex are you ok?” James sat staring at him for a few minutes and asked again. Alex turned to him and shrugged. “I’m fine.”

As their paper became a war zone for stick men, Alex finally cracked a smile. James looked around and noticed other students were looking at him too. He turned to Alex for the answer. “Why is everyone treating me different now? Did the hero thing wear off that fast?” Alex took a deep breath. “People don’t know what to think. You seem a little crazy. They like they you stood up to a bully, but you’ve been staying outside after the bell. I guess they’re worried that you’re going to be the next bully.” James shrugged. “Why would I be a bully?” Alex looked around and realized other students were watching them. “Because no one can hurt you, so now they’re scared of you.” James shrugged. I can’t win, no wonder why Willow doesn’t like the other kids. As he looked around, other kids looked away. Finally the buzzer sounded and he was ready to go home.

As he got on the bus he made sure he got to the back so he could see if Willow was following him home. The bus pulled away and he watched closely. He kept watching. He watched for the entire ride to his stop. As he got off he noticed his Mom was waiting for him again today. “How was your day James?” She watched as James looked up and down the street and then back to her. “Yeah, it was ok.” She smiled and fixed his makeshift cape. “How did you manage to stop a kid from being bullied?” James snapped out of his daze. “Oh yeah, I just got between them, and I got punched. But it’s okay.” She shook her head as she watched James trot on ahead of her. What a crazy kid she had, but she had never been more proud of him.

James ran in and tossed his cape and backpack aside. His father stirred from his nap on the couch but James was gone again before he could get a word in. He shrugged and nodded back off. Bursting back through the front door, James ran straight down the driveway and looked around. Much to his dismay, there was nothing there. Nothing but dirt and road. As the breeze blew his hair around, James felt compelled to call out to her. He resisted the urge. Where could she be? Maybe the Mothership took her home. Or maybe her parents wouldn’t let her come. His shoulders dropped in disappointment, She’s not coming either way. He turned to go back home and ran smack into something. “Ow, what’s wrong with you?” As he looked across the ground from where he had landed, he spotted Willow rubbing her forehead. “Your head is really hard you know. Probably why bullies don’t bug you.” James jumped up and helped Willow to her feet. “I’m glad you came, I didn’t think you had.” Willow looked around. “Maybe if you’d have paid more attention you’d have seen me. But I don’t think you’re very good at that.”

“James, supper!” His mother’s call normally was a treat, she was an excellent cook. However today it just seemed to be another distraction. “I’ll wait here.” Willow said with a certain finality in her voice. James shook his head. “Don’t be silly, my Mom would love to meet you!” Willow shook her head. “No thanks, I’m not a fan of parents much either.” James looked confused, but shrugged it off and accepted it. “Wow, you don’t like anyone do you?” Willow’s scowl was the angriest look James had seen ever. “Well, I did just follow you home. But I guess that means nothing.” James stepped back, and back pedalled. “No, I meant you don’t like many people, aside from me anyway. I mean not that you like me. Do you?” Willow looked down at her shoes just as another call for supper sounded through the air. “Go James, but I am going home now. I’ll see you tomorrow after school.” As James watched her drive away, he couldn’t help but wonder if she really was a friend. He stood and watched as she rode her bike forward into the ever looming dusk and out of sight.

Unbiased Law: Episode 16

Episode Fifteen Recap: Magnus indeed won the struggle for his interrogator’s gun, using only his problem solving skills to overpower his opponent. Despite destroying the robot with a limp for a second time, it seems as though this new threat can body hop and has appeared in three different droids since Magnus first discovered him. Could this be a legendary robot assassin sent to kill him? Also after escaping from the police station, Magnus finds himself in his car once again, with Robot in Human Veronica while Human in Robot Veronica stumbles upon them together. Will it be lights out for one, both or none? Head down for the dramatic sixteenth episode (or head back to Episode One or Episode Fifteen)!

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“Well, well, well. My body hijacking sister and the robot I hired to bring her back to me. Are you two working together? You trying to kill me again… Sis?” The last word hangs in the air, it’s venomous enough to make it’s way into the world’s deadliest top ten. I decide to chime in. “Actually, she was saving me from the police.” She stares at me. “The police she sicked upon you if I’m not mistaken.” I do recall that part as well. I turn to the Veronica in the car. “Well, you are on your own.” As the two Veronica’s are shouting at each other, I glance in the side mirror just in time to notice a robot peering down the alley toward us. Well, that can’t be good. I lift my gun and watch as the robot limps its way into view. Hmm, definitely not good. I notice him raise something, and suddenly I see the muzzle flash. Shit, he’s got a gun. Absolutely not good!

As Veronica stands outside, and a Veronica sits idly in my driver’s seat, I realize they’re both stunning and stunned. Damn dumb beauties. I grab the Veronica outside by the collar and drag her across her sister’s lap. Suddenly I am wedged firmly between two lovely ladies and with a killer robot on the way to kill us all. Just another damn day. I jam the car into reverse and hit the gas with my hand. I can’t see a damn thing, so all I do is pray we make it straight out of the alley. Suddenly a large bang and the sound of metal dragging on pavement gives me hope. I push the Veronica on top of me head first between my feet and I slide magically out from under her, ramming the driver’s seat as far back as it can go. I look in the rear view mirror and watch it get blown off. Glad that wasn’t my head. I slam the hand brake on and I hear metal skidding across the pavement once again. Such a beautiful sound, like nails on a chalkboard. Releasing the hand brake I ram the car into drive and peel away from the scene. What insanity.

My mind jumps to the freeze frame of the limping killer robot before he blew off my rear view mirror. He is a good shot, which leaves me wondering why we’re all still alive. How is this robot getting around so quickly? It seems he can’t be killed. Perhaps he is being controlled remotely by another robot. Worse case scenario this gimped robot has figured out how to copy his memory and transplant it… wirelessly… to many robots. I let that thought sink in for a few seconds. It feels good to be back behind the wheel of my own car, I should shoot them both in the head and leave them outside the police station in the pouring rain… yeah, that’d be good. Sadly, my days as a police officer won’t let me harm them, but I’ll save that thought for my personal moments. I really need a new job. Suddenly, I realize I’m surrounded by chaos and brought back to the situation at hand.

The Veronica in the driver’s seat is moaning in absolute agony. Poor robot, must be weird feeling pain for her. I look to her sister and she’s already on it, apparently concerned more for her body than her sister. I shake my head at the world. After this maybe I’ll retire. As a great cop once said, “I’m too old for this shit.” Sad part is, I’m not. I drive mostly in silence, except for the wailing of a robot in a human’s body. If anyone else could hear this girl, they’d think she was in her death throws. I park on a deserted side street and turn to see the damage. There’s bullet holes all in my car, I’m missing a rear view mirror and a girl is bleeding all over my seat. Son of a… Blood doesn’t come out easy. I’m going to need bleach, and a lot of it. The Veronica in the passenger’s seat looks at me. “Do something damn it!” I look at her sister and realize she’s not doing so well. A small bullet hole gushes blood out of the right side of her abdomen. What’s worse is the matching one also spewing blood on her lower back.

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Will the wounded Veronica survive? Who is this strange killer robot? Only Episode Seventeen may tell you! Tune back in two days time!

Super Zero: After School Special

James waited patiently through art and writing practice, constantly glancing outside to see if he could see his new friend. As time passed he realized she wasn’t out there. Perhaps maybe she had run home, which could mean she was close to the school. He wondered if she was thinking about him and their chance encounter this morning. Suddenly he heard his name. “James, are you listening?” His head spun to see Miss Delilah waiting patiently for him. “Sorry Miss, I guess I wasn’t.” He hung his head in shame. After all, he really liked Miss Delilah, and he didn’t want to cause trouble for her. As the lesson went on, James paid more attention but his mind kept wandering back to this girl. Finally the lunch bell rang. James bolted from his seat and toward the door, the last thing he heard was Miss Delilah shouting to him to ensure he came in this time.

He was so anxious he couldn’t finish his lunch. As he sat in the playground staring at it, James found himself thinking up scenarios of what he would say. I live over here, maybe your Dad or Mom could drive you over. No, what if she doesn’t have parents? What if she’s an alien? What if she’s planning on abducting me? As a slight chill ran down his spine, the buzzer sounded for the end of lunch. James sat in the bushes again, waiting for the teacher on duty to leave. As he emerged from the bushes, he looked behind him just in time to see Willow sneaking up on him. She smiled politely at him. “You might want to be careful, I hear aliens can sneak up on you.” James immediately had a whole conversation about what she said in his head.

Maybe she read my mind? Why pick aliens? Maybe she really is an alien? She is really sneaky. James eyed her cautiously. “Ahem, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my house sometime?” As he posed the question, he tried to read Willow’s expression. She seemed not to care at all. James leaned in as if she didn’t hear him. “So did you want to?” Willow looked up at him and smiled, that gap as evident as ever. “That’d be neat, I can follow you home from school if you want?” James looked confused. “Or, you could ride on the bus with me.” She stared at him. “I hate the other kids. Hate them. They’re mean.” James shrugged. “Well I guess I’ll meet you at the end of my driveway after school then?” Suddenly Willow got up and looked back to the school. “Yeah, ok, bye!” With that she ran back through the bushes and James just watched. This girl was beyond confusing.

“James Kent, I told you not to be late young man!” Miss Delilah stood behind him, scolding him from just beyond the playground. As he turned, James slouched his shoulders. “Sorry Miss, was just saying bye to a friend.” Miss Delilah looked around with a concerned look on her face. As she watched a car exit from the staff parking lot, she feared the worst. “James, I’m sorry, but for disobeying me I need to put you in detention, you will spend lunch and recess tomorrow with me in the class.” As she issued his sentence, James nudged the pebbles beneath his feet with the toe of his shoe. “Yes Miss, it won’t happen again.” Miss Delilah took his hand and brought him all the way back into the school.

Unbiased Law: Episode 15

Episode Fourteen: As Magnus witnessed the murder, albeit in his defence, of the acting commissioner, he found himself an unlikely ally in Veronica. However the lady may giveth and may also taketh away as she frames him for the murder, thus slowing him down in his investigation. Magnus then learns more about the looming robot war from an old friend in his short stint in a holding cell. As he is escorted to an interrogation room, he finds himself looking down the barrel of yet another gun, only this time he’s ready. Will he win the struggle? Find out below! (or head back to Episode One or Episode Fourteen)!

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As the sound of two clunky robots fighting across a table for a gun sounds much like a factory floor, no one outside the room seems to notice. I struggle to wrestle the gun from his hand, but it’s useless. We are robots, equal in strength and stamina. I attempt to put my intellect to good use, and look for a weak spot in his joints. I note a potential weak spot in his wrist and as our hands are locked around the gun, I slide my forearm up to our hands. I give him a little flex room with the gun and he noticeably relaxes a moment, just the moment I need. I slam my forearm hard onto his hand, landing his wrist on the edge of the table. Both hands come off much to my surprise, and apparently his as well. He looks at me and only gets a chance to say a few words, “Shoddy workmanship here” before I blow his metal head off his shoulders.

I step into the hallway and look around, the guards don’t spot me so I begin to sneak past and around the corner. I turn to look back one last time before continuing on. The path to the door is straight and I can easily make it, but something catches my eye. A janitorial robot with a limp. A limp. My mind flashes back to the Acting Commissioner and my Interrogator. Damn, not much time to think, he’s heading straight for more droids. I rush into the nearby bathroom and look for some sort of escape. Lucky for me, the main windows seem to lead into the alley and seem to be open. I turn to look behind me, being ever so cautious and then bolt for the window. Hmm, not as open as I’d hoped. As the window shatters around me, I land on the ground and keep running. I run until my energy meter tells me I’m low again. I run until I am back at my office.

I hurriedly grab all I need plus another gun not used in a crime and rush outside. I look around and I see my car parked conveniently nearby. As I look around confused by seeing it there, I hear the familiar hum of police sirens. Without a second thought, I run to my car. As I open the door, Veronica looks at me and I look at her legs. Human, she framed me, but do I have a choice? As I hop in, we peel away, leaving the police to investigate my office. They don’t pursue us at all. I turn to Veronica and she giggles. “Fun day at the office?” I feel rage well up inside my metal frame as if my cooling system just died. “You set me up!” I pull out my gun and point it at her. She does the same and pulls into an alleyway. As we sit, guns pointing at each other I feel the need to question her. “Why should I trust you?” She smiles. “Because I like you?” I stifle back a sarcastic laugh and shake my head. “You are beautiful, but I know you’re just a robot in a human body. You’re a thief.” The smile drains from her face and she scowls. “I am not a thief. I’m just as good as she is, and isn’t that the tin kettle calling the human pot black?” Her analogy makes little to no sense, but I understand what she means. As a human in a robot body, robots call people like me a driver, a human steering a machine.

The next few minutes are tense and then we both begin to lower our guns. She makes the first move. “I’m sorry. But what if someone told you that you could be human again, legally?” I think about that for a moment. Would I go back? I’m not exactly sure, if I was entirely human I’d have died this week. But in all reality, I wouldn’t have made it this far. “I don’t know, they both have their advantages.” She grabs my robot hand and puts it firmly on her breast. “I can feel that, it’s taken some getting used to, but I can feel everything. It’s incredible!” I stare at her breasts, so perfect, and my metal hand feels nothing. I pull my hand back and reflect on that for a minute. She looks over to me and sighs. “I’m sorry, I know you wish you could now for sure, but being a robot has it’s benefits for sure.” She puts her hand on my leg to reassure me. “The first time I stubbed my toe, I thought I was dying. Never feeling pain before made that seem so much worse than it really was.” As we sat there chatting suddenly a knock came on the window to the car. As Veronica rolled the window down, a gun slid in pointed directly in her face. At the other end was the other Veronica, and she seemed pissed.

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Both Veronicas finally in the same place, and the only thing between them is Magnus. Will he be able to stop them from killing each other? Or will he get caught in the crossfire! Another Episode, in another Two Days!

Super Zero: Girl With The Tangled Hair

Second day at school, second day sitting in the principal’s office. James sat in his chair with a large grin on his face. He had won this battle. His pride kept the tears back and he looks around the room. Suddenly he realized the bully was staring at him, actually more glaring and perhaps snarling. James couldn’t help but smile. “I think Miss Delilah called you Ronald MacDonald.” The bully didn’t blink, nor move. James sat swinging his feet content of his actions so early in the day. He felt like a hero! Maybe wearing his underwear on the outside gave him superpowers? Only time would tell. As Miss Delilah emerged from the office with Mrs Stein they both looked at the bully with disapproving eyes. “James Ronald MacDonald. Your parents have been called, and you will remain in my office until they arrive. Do you understand?” The bully nodded sadly.

Mrs Stein then turned to James and stifled back a smile. “As for you young man, I hear you saved a fellow student from bullying?” James looked up to her and nodded. “He was pushed to the ground. There was nothing he could do, so I moved between them.” As Mrs Stein and Miss Delilah shared a glance, Mrs Stein turned back to James. “That was a very brave thing you did. Not many people would stand up for someone in trouble like that. Especially a child as mean as a bully.” James nodded and then looked to Miss Delilah. “I know, and I might get bullied more, but I don’t care. I like helping people.” Mrs Stein smiled. “That is an excellent way to think James, I’ll be calling your parents today as well… but with a much different story to the one I have told Mr. MacDonald’s parents.”

As Miss Delilah helped James out of the chair, he found himself more proud than he had ever been of anything. But before the two could leave the office, a large man with red curly hair burst in and glared at James. He looked at Miss Delilah and winked. “How do you do Miss, my son is here. James MacDonald is his name.” Miss Delilah shook her head and pointed to the boy in the far corner. “He’s over there, and hopefully he’s learned a valuable lesson today.” As she ushered James out of the office he turned in time to see the bully’s father smack him across the top of his head and grab him by the arm. James shook his head. I’ll bet his father was… or possibly still is a bully too.

Upon arriving in class everyone got up and clapped. James was surprised and Miss Delilah began shushing them. Alex was already sitting in his seat when James strolled over. “Thank you for helping me. I don’t think he’ll pick on me any more.” James nodded and turned to face the front. As he thought back to Ronald’s father hitting him upside the head, he couldn’t help but feel bad for the bully. As the smile drained from his face Miss Delilah started the class with some simple spelling. Alex leaned forward and whispered to James. “Everyone thinks you’re a superhero. You got punched and didn’t cry.” James turned and smiled. “I felt like one! I got in between you guys and even though he hit me and it hurt, I felt better than I hurt!” Miss Delilah shushed the two boys and continued on with the lesson. As James turned back around in his seat, he noticed the young girl with tangled hair out on the playground again. Today he would get his chance to talk to her.

As the bell tolled for recess, James broke away from the class and made his way outside. He would need to find a place to hide while the teachers went inside. As he made his way from the other kids, he managed to hide in some bushes. As he snacked on the granola bar his mom had packed, he waited patiently for recess to end. Finally the buzzer sounded and everyone went inside. His plan had worked! Now all he had to do was wait for the girl to go to the playground. He waited for a few minutes and began to wonder if she would show up. It was beginning to look like she wasn’t. After ten minutes of waiting, James rose from the bushes and brushed himself off. As he turned to make his way around the bush he came face to face with the girl with the tangled hair. As he stumbled backwards in shock he tripped and tumbled backward making a full somersault until he was facing her again. She giggled and thrust out her hand to help him up. He grabbed hold and got off the ground. “Hi… thanks for that. Not the scare, but the help off the ground.” She stared at him as if he had said nothing. James scratched his head. “My name is James, and you are?” She grinned showing she was missing a front tooth. “My name is Willow, and I’m an adventurer!”

As the two played on the playground for a few minutes, James got concerned his teacher would soon realize he wasn’t there. “Willow, I’ve got to go back to class, but it was nice to meet you. Maybe we can hang out together at lunch?” She shook her head. “No, kids are mean.  I don’t like when it gets crowded here.” Suddenly they both looked up as Miss Delilah came bursting out of the school doors. “James, why are you still out here?” James turned to Willow but she had already ran for the bushes and was long gone. James turned to Miss Delilah as she picked him up off the ground. “Come on now James, I was getting worried I had lost you today!” As James turned back to the playground he wondered why Willow wasn’t in school. He decided not to mention her to Miss Delilah, but he was surprised that she didn’t say anything about Willow either. After lunch he would tell Willow his address, and hopefully learn more about her.

Unbiased Law: Episode 14

Episode Thirteen: Magnus started off our last episode with a gun pointed in his face and ended off in the same way. Only difference was the person holding the gun. As our detective unravels the mysteries behind the Radlem sisters, he is now pinned between a robot posing as a human, and a woman stuck as an organ donor robot. When he turns to the police for help he finds that there is more than meets the eye to the current acting commissioner, as episode thirteen seemed unlucky for our robot protagonist, will episode fourteen be any better? Please enjoy today’s episode (or head back to Episode One or Episode Thirteen)!

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The sound of metal tearing apart shattered all that was silent. I froze, as if to fall over dead once again. Suddenly I realized I was still standing. “Hey, stupid robot, we’ve got to move!” The voice was sweet but the message wasn’t as I turned to see Veronica standing behind me. Shock turned to surprise as I turned to see the commissioner had been “deactivated”. I spun back to her and headed for the door. This was my worst case in years. Note to self: Never take a high profile case ever again. I’d rather find Miss “TooManyCats” lost kitten. As I rushed past Veronica I realized someone must have heard the shot. Strangely, it seemed no one was paying attention. I turned to see Veronica putting something in her bag. “What are you doing?” She looked up at me. “It’s a silencer, disables all robot hearing for the moment the shot goes off.” I nod. That is actually not a bad idea, however I heard the shot. As we close the door behind us, we make our ever so slight escape.

As we arrive at the front door Veronica turns to me with a concerned look on her face. “Oh you dropped this by the way.” She hands me my gun and I look down at it. Strange, I don’t remember it falling. When I look up Veronica is talking to a police officer a few paces away, and he raises his gun at me. “Halt! You are under arrest for the murder of the Commissioner!” As I stand there shocked, the gun literally slides from my hands. I stare at Veronica as she runs down the steps. She is insane. It wasn’t until that moment I notice her exceptionally sexy human legs. Damn it all to hell, I just got played. As the metallic officer scans me for anything else I watch her jump into my car and drive off. Son of a bitch, I’m going to get my car back when this blows over.

As the officer places me into custody and throws me in a cell, I take a look around. Delinquent robot holding cell, very nice. One of the robots in the cell looks extremely familiar, so I decide to seat myself beside it. “What did you do to get thrown in here?” I ask politely, hoping I wasn’t responsible for putting the robot in here. As he looks up at me, he sits up straight. “Magnus? Why the hell are you in here? I thought you were solving the problems, not creating more?” It was Farley, a cabbie I had met a few days back, after I got shot at the beginning of this investigation. “Yeah, well you can’t bake a cake without cracking a few eggs. Or in this case, opening some tin cans.” We shared a laugh and then he looked back to me. “I was hoping you could solve my case as purely self defence. Some crazy robot tried to harvest my parts while I was using them! I took one swing and it must not have had a great connection, because its head fell right off.” I grinned. “Wow, that sounds nuts. I heard robot on robot crime was on the rise, but that’s ridiculous.” As we both stared straight forward, Farley had to ask. “So why are you in here detective?” I share a laugh with no one but myself. “I killed the Acting Commissioner. Or so it may seem.”

Farley sat as still as a statue. I couldn’t tell if he was out of juice, or just that shocked. “Well I don’t think you’d do that.” I nodded and then looked away in thought. “Actually I would have. I think the Commissioner wasn’t the Commissioner at all. Much like some robot wanted your parts, robots have been hijacking robots and now it seems people as well.” Farley leaned back against the wall, shaking his head in disbelief. “What the hell is going on out there?” I pat him on the shoulder. “I don’t know, I’d love to find out though.” Suddenly a robot bursts into the room and looks into the cell. “Magnus, you are coming with me.” The cell door opens and two officers are standing on either side. “Good luck out there Farley.” He nods to me. “Same to you buddy, seems the world is going crazy.”

As the three of us march down the hallway, I am lead to a small room with only a desk and a chair. The officer droids force me into my seat and then they leave. Another robot enters the room and he has an oh so familiar limp. As he sits down in front of me, I can’t help but think I have some new problems. He stares me right in the eyes. “So. You may have been saved last time, but Magnus, you know too much. I am sorry but I will have to disable you.” I decide enough is enough. “Well, if you must, first tell me who you are.” The robot laughs. “Or not.” He raises a pistol to my face and pulls the trigger, lucky for me I have my speedy moments. Today, I dodged a bullet. Marking that on the calendar. As our hands both wrestle for control of the gun, I pray that no one else can see the struggle going on in this room.

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Will Magnus prevail? Or will he fall victim to yet another bullet? And who is this mysterious robot with a limp? Only Episode Fifteen can tell you! Thanks for reading!