Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Is it true that Cyborgs and Robots are phobic?

My neighbor Kyle and I bought a pitching machine - the kind they use for batting practice- and we set up a lane in the field behind our apartment complex next to the dumpster. Now this pitching machine has built-in radar controlled speed sensors and holographic projection and a ton of other features, so much so that I have long suspected it has somehow has become self-aware perhaps through a lightning strike? No matter - back to our story. We agreed on a name for her - "The Flying Dutchess" and Kyle smashed a bottle of $3 champagne across her bow. We spent the next several hours peeling potatoes and coating them in KY-Jelly. Finally we had enough to fill our voids so took the helm and Kyle took his position strattled over home plate with his bare ocks aimed towards the dutchess and me. Looking back, it would have been wise to launch a few warm-up test potatoes before Kyle had committed himself to receive her offerings. I gave the machine some gas and she purred like a tigress as I set the speed to "115mph+", I gunned it to a roar- and finally at 7000 RPM's, I dropped a potato into the the chamber and instantly the arm fired the potato at break-neck speed - a cloud of ky-jelly and moisture from the core of the potato hung in midair where the potato used to be, and a visible trail of neon green from the tracer round potatoes hung in mid-air..as our potatoes coursed through the air, they each released a sonic boom as they each broke the sound barrier. I wiped my goggles to see, I heard a thunderous boom followed by an ear-piercing, blood-curdling screech as Kyle flipped like a rag doll through mid- air in somersaults and kickflips - his body only inches above the ground as he skidded across the field and stopped suddenly as he slapped into an oak tree face-first. I was late for Kyle's funeral - mostly because of the guilt I felt, especially after I learned that the service would be closed-casket so that the family didnt have to see his giant red laying next to him in the coffin.

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