Now enjoy the past two stories and my next post will include a picture of the caterpillar Scott drew for my first story!
Joie de vivre mes amis!
21 November 2013
A Robot, An Android and A Teddy Bear
Deep in the furthest
reaches of space is a station full of trash. Ever since people
overpopulated earth and began expanding out into space the amount of
garbage increased tenfold. Many things ended here but mostly it was
prototypes and toys of days past. The station could almost be a
history museum of sorts if it didn't look so much like a heaping pile
of broken metal and cloth.
In this rubble were two beings. One was Prototype 2024 Android 1.0
named Andy by his human owners. The other was a robot created in
2012. They had spent many years together in the rubble. Andy and Bot,
as he was referred to by Andy, had become the closest to friends that
two non-animal things could be. Bot was very basic. He was one of the
first household robots that were meant to be a “friend” for
people. Andy was the very first android created and was built to be a
companion and helper to people. They had a great understanding of
each other and wander the rubble station together.
Over the years the two had found
many reminders of what their lives had been before but one day they
stumbled upon something neither had seen before. Andy knew all in the
world there was to know because the humans made him this way and he
knew this was a toy for children before robots became their friends.
“Bot, what we have here is a
common child's play toy called a teddy bear. It gave children comfort
and joy in the days before we came along” said Andy as he picked up
the toy. “It looks like it has a name on the manufacturer's tag. It
says, This Bear Belongs To: AMELIA.”
“Andy this rubble was
placed here just last week. Do you think this bear belonged to a girl
on another station? Does she miss her teddy bear?”
“She does miss her teddy very
much. Her teacher said 'Amelia you are 10 now. It is time
to get rid of this toy and grow up' Amelia
cried when her teacher threw it away.”
“Hello fellow android,” said Andy, “do you have a name or
number?”
“I was not given a name I am just Android 7.2 serial number
6589942. I was the school android but was replaced by Android 8.0.”
“Andy we have to take teddy back to her. She must be so sad
without her bear! We spend our days just wandering! Let's go take the
bear to her and have an adventure! There are old ships here we could
reboot one and find Amelia! Android 7.2 where does she live?”
“She lives on Valencia, the elite spacecraft that orbits earth.
They have an open bay near the trash receptacles. I was left here
with a personal craft. It works, the humans were just no longer
interested in it. It is just over that garbage heap over there,”
Android 7.2 pointed towards the craft that looked only slightly
scratched from transportation.
“Thank you Android 7.2 for your assistance. Would you like to
accompany Bot and I to Valencia?”
“No thank you Andy. My time there is over and I shall remain here
as I have expired my uses on Valencia.”
Andy and Bot grabbed teddy and headed towards the personal craft. It
was as Android 7.2 had described it, in good condition and worked
just fine. Bot couldn't drive, he was too basic but Andy could and
off they went! Andy knew where Valencia was. He had never been there
but it was completed shortly before he was sent to the rubble ship.
The ride to Valencia was short but spectacular! The friends had been
on the rubble station for so many years that they forgot what it
looked like away from mountains of metal and thrown away technology.
The never ending black universe with speckles of suns dotted along
the horizon were so dearly missed by the friends.
“We haven't left our current home in so long Andy! Look at all
those ships and worlds! Can we keep this personal craft and visit
other places after we give Amelia her teddy?”
“Well Bot I suppose we could. We traveled all over the rubble
station I suppose other places might be more exciting to see.”
Valencia was a beautiful station. It was a small place and Amelia
was easy to find. The pretty little girl was elated to see her old
friend and was extremely grateful to the friends. As a token of her
gratitude, she gave the friends a ship travel visa so they could
visit all the far off places they could find. With their mission
complete Andy and Bot left Valencia to travel space and see all the
universe had to offer.
22 November 2013
The Wind Carries Our Stories
Once
upon a time there was a princess named Amelia. She was a curious,
bright little girl who loved to sit on the balcony and feel the wind
on her face on a sunny day. She loved to feel the tickle of the
breeze on her cheek but she always felt like the wind spoke to her.
“Maman, why do we have wind? Why does the breeze touch my cheek
and tell me of our people?”
“My sweet Ami, the wind shares our stories with the world. Each
little breeze collects your thoughts and memories and gives you the
thoughts and memories of others. It helps us all be one with each
other,” explained the queen. “What has the wind told you?”
“The wind enjoys to play. It tells me of the little girls and
their dolls made of hay. It tells me of the happy villagers at the
market trading goods. It tells me of the naughty little boys and the
tricks they play on their poor mothers. The wind also shows me
sadness. Maman why does the wind show me sadness?”
The
queen was disheartened to see her child experience pain at such a
tender age but she knew that being a future queen she would need to
understand it so the queen explained, “sadness, mon
chéri, is a part of life. Happiness gives us hope, sadness brings us
realism. We must have sadness to have happiness. You see, Amelia, it
is our duty to listen to the winds and hear what our people say. We
must understand how they feel so we may have less sadness and more
joy. Understand the sadness mon cher and then spread the joy. Joie de
vivre is our motto princess and it is your duty.”
Amelia understood what her maman had explained and with a kiss on
the cheek thanked her. That evening on her balcony she felt the
tender breeze grace her face. She felt the grief of a lost child, the
pain of an aging man and the ache of an unattainable love. It was her
duty to face the sadness and spread the hope of happiness. As the
wind began to move on she whispered the family motto to it. She knew
that one day her words would help her be queen and help her people
believe she knew them and their needs.
Joie
de vivre. Joie de vivre. Joie de vivre.
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