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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 1:05:44 GMT -5
The glorious sound of electronics at work and missiles exploding filled my ears as I watched my brilliant defense system tear the trespassers to shreds. Those who escaped were chased down mercilessly by my newly installed Kururon 780 guard bots. Their huge limbs snatched the fleeing trouble makers and crushed them. The best part was that I simply stood above it all, watching my masterpieces at work. "Keee ke ke ke ke!"
But then, I woke up. The thought of not seeing the glorious sights I previously saw in my sleep saddened me, but I had to get up. There was science to do, after all. Sitting up in bed, I give a slight yawn before putting on my glasses and hopping out of the bed. Traversing the quiet metallic hallways, I pondered why the base that Jeremy and I had set up was so perfect in every way; before remembering that it was I who designed it.
Walking into the main base room, I take a seat at the main computer and boot up all of it's screens. While I wait for the systems to boot up, I pick up my phone and decide it's about time to wake Jeremy up. "Time to get up now, Jeremy. I have to prove again today that i'm smarter than you..." I set the phone down after the confirmation that my message was sent, and began to swivel my chair in anticipation.
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 1:27:19 GMT -5
In my pocket, my phone started vibrating. I chuckle lightly, opening the door to the base.
"Time to get up now, Jeremy. I have to prove again today that i'm smarter than you..."
"I don't know, Kururu, you've never proven that even once." I hold up the phone, the light from it dropping as I shine it on him to begin with. "You're such an egotistical little frog. Let's see you put that ego to work, huh? First to build four robots wins. They have to have laser-guided missile systems, and only target three ants total, and all at once. Sound like a fair game?"
Finding this frog, er, alien was the most interesting discovery I've ever made. He was really funny, too. And a good intellectual rival.
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 1:41:12 GMT -5
"You're a funny boy, Jeremy." I reply, taking a small iPod like device out from seemingly nowhere. "You're acting as if I don't already have robots that not only meet, but exceed those criteria." Working the controls, I sift through menus until I find a folder labeled Kururon 780. I open the folder and select the .exe file. "Watch and learn, Jeremy." I say before pressing the central button on my device. "Clicky."
It doesn't take long for my robots to show up, armed and ready with their custom rockets. Sifting through more menus, I select an option to bring out some targets. "You might want to take a step back, this may or may not be dangerous." Using my device to directly control my robots, I command them to lock on to as many targets as possible (each robot targeting up to five) and fire.
"Kee ke ke ke ke ke." I couldn't hold back laughter as the rockets sped forward, blowing the targets to smithereens. The only problem was that some robots targeted the same target, causing some rockets to go astray. "Hmm, this might not turn out well... Robots, handle this." I command, making a few robots lock onto the astray rockets and fire.
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 1:54:26 GMT -5
"Oho. Working ahead, Kururu? But the competition was precision, not exceeding requirements. Isn't that a big part of science? Precision?" I do a light laugh of my own, waving my hand at the bots. Instantly, they crumple and smash into each other, turning into one big metal block. "Oh no, did I do that? Klutzy me..."
If there was one thing I enjoyed, it was messing with Kururu's inventions. "Let me show you what I wanted." With another wave of my hand, the block separates into four piles, and loud screeching as I raise my hands, assembling them. My glasses begin beeping as the analysis begins. Screens pop up all over the lenses, and guide me through the construction.
Within just a moment, the glasses stop beeping and die down. "There. These four little bots were today's challenge. You failed to complete it, Kururu. I win today." With that, all four bots make a screeching beep, and automatically turn to target three ants that were passing through the middle of the floor. Each fires a rocket simultaneously, and their fronts fall forward as they shut down. "Well-played though. Your designs were marvelous."
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 3:00:20 GMT -5
"Well, if you didn't smash my prototypes, as you usually do, I could have killed those ants, meeting your criteria exactly. But, as usual, you smashed my prototypes." I gave a sigh as I checked my device for the Kururon 780 blueprints. As expected they were there safe and sound. "And of course my designs are marvelous. I am smarter than you after all, I just don't like to follow orders." I swivel my chair back around to face the main screens, and stare at their splendor. "So, what now? Shall we find something to smash? Design something dreadful? Go get sodas? Anything's fine really."
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 3:08:43 GMT -5
"Hm... A soda sounds fun. After all, smashing your prototypes is hard work." I laugh lightly, covering my mouth with my hand as I did so. "Come on. Living under All-Mart has its advantages. Pay rent: free merchandise, right?" I try to mimic his laugh, but it ends up sounding like "gee ge ge ge ge." It definitely needed work. "Come on, my yellow friend. Put on your disguise and let's go."
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 3:38:42 GMT -5
"Right behind you." I say, clicking a switch on my headset. Within moments, my outer appearance changed to that of a short Pekoponian scientist. Although I appeared shorter than an average Pekoponian, no one seems to have seen through this disguise to date, making it very reliable. As such, I store it's data in my headset for quick access. After all, it would be best not to let others know that I am an 'alien'. "Hey Jeremy, gimme a holler..." I say as we head up the stairs.
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 3:44:10 GMT -5
"Heh. Sure thing, Sergeant Major Kururu." Reaching the top of the stairs, we open the door. "Well, Kururu, it would appear they've already cleaned up from that Crossing. Lucky us, huh?" We pace over to the refrigerated section and stop in front of the sodas. "Let's see, third fridge from the right, second row from the top, six slots over, and here we--"
I stop mid-sentence, and cringe. Here comes the wrath of Kururu... "Kururu... don't freak out... but they're out of Mountain Holler. Fresh out. I don't even see any in the boxes behind." The glasses were running scans, all coming back negative. "We'll have to settle for... another beverage!" I could literally hear the lightning strike in the background, a sound effect from my glasses.
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 4:04:43 GMT -5
I could feel it... The tension rose up in my body. I began to sweat, and soon, I developed a severe headache. And my glasses... They were slowly cracking. The cracks spread out from the center and were soon covering my glasses. "There's no more... Mountain Holler..?" I begin to walk away towards the store's exit, stopping just before leaving. "I know what we're doing today Jeremy. We need to get this All-Mart a new supply of Mountain Holler. Let's go." I leave without saying another word.
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 4:14:01 GMT -5
I smirk as I watch the tiny disguised frog leave the store. "Man, this guy's jimmies are rustled." I push my glasses black into place with my middle finger and shake my head. "But he is determined... I'll give him that." And with that, I step after him out of the store. Lightly quickening my pace, I match him and give him my best "interested" smile. "And how exactly are we going to do that? Hijack their shipping system remotely and have them deliver twelve trucks to All-Mart?"
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 4:26:02 GMT -5
"Exactly, unless you have some boring, non-hack related idea." I reply, staring dead ahead as I walked. "I don't care how many computers I have to hack, or how many viruses I have to produce; if it's for the sake of Mountain Holler, i'm willing to go through with it." Just like my curry... "Now, where's the nearest factory that produces Mountain Holler?"
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 10:56:02 GMT -5
"Kururu, you're crazy like a fox." I reply, absolutely intrigued by him. The lengths he would go to for just a beverage... I wondered if the rest of his species was like this. Fun, intelligent, and crazy. "I hear there's a slew of factories littered around the outskirts of the city. Let me run a check on what exactly is produced.
Two beeping sounds come from my glasses as a few light-blue squares appeared on them, quickly turning into ground maps and graphs. "We're in luck. There's an All-Mart generic food factory over about twelve miles east. They produce the Holler in the first place, so there is our target."
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 14:19:51 GMT -5
"Excellent." Reaching up to my headset, I push in a key, calling over a hover-disk like machine. On the disk there were two levers, which acted as the steering controls. "Hop on."
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 14:27:33 GMT -5
"Heh. Kururu... Your ship is too small for the two of us, especially with you still in disguise. Why don't you go on ahead? I have my own ride." Checking my wristwatch, a tapped button produces a hologram touch pad. Hitting a numerical five-digit code, the watch jumps off my wrist. It unfolds and stretches, turning into a hovering scooter. I wink at Kururu, taking off quickly. "Whoever gets there last is a rotting carapace in the blazing Sahara getting picked apart by buzzards and space-mutants!"
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 14:51:38 GMT -5
Well, that's odd... But whatever. It's Jeremy. Keee ke ke ke ke. I speed ahead of him greatly, the disc vehicle being much faster and more aerodynamic than Jeremy's scooter. It wasn't long before we reached the factory, however, with me in the lead. "Kee ke ke ke ke looks like I win this time Jeremy..." Jumping off of the disc, I click the key from earlier and send my 'UFO' away.
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