Chapter Four: Changing HandsThe lid of the box opened. Once again for a brief moment 413 found himself and his companions visible. He was immediately blinded by the shock of sudden illumination. When he managed to regain his vision he could see a very chipper girl of about seven looking down on the remaining toys in the shoebox.More Like This
It was 413, 179, and an unknown. The other two had been claimed by different members of the family. Now this girl would have her pick. 413 didn’t really want to go with her—she seemed very immature and bouncy. Nevertheless, he would be overjoyed to finally have a master of his own.
“I like…” she surveyed her options, “This one!”
Her short digits reached down to 179. He looked euphoric. 413 was a little disappointed, but happy to be rid of him. 100 classes were very snobby and annoying.
“I am yours,” 179 said proudly to the girl.
“Great!” she hugged her new toy to her chest, “I’m gonna call you Fluffy!”
Chapter Three: Viva la Revolution501 woke up in a bed far more comfortable than the one she was accustomed to. It was tranquilizing—she almost forgot her training for a moment. All she wanted to do was sleep in.More Like This
But she knew better. Perhaps it was the worst-case scenario playing out. She was awakening from stasis. Memory loss was a common side effect. She had to make up for it.
“I…” she stumbled about blindly, her eyes totally out of focus, “I-I am yours!”
“You belong to no one,”
It was a voice so excitingly familiar she was sure she was dreaming. As her vision cleared the figure of a man materialized before her. He was tall, brazen, and dashing.
“455, is that you?” she gasped.
“It was me,” a small smile came across his handsome face, “Back when I was a slave. I’m a person now. So are you. Do you remember what you used to call me when we were alone?”
She hesitated, but nostalgia overwhelmed her, “I used to call you Tanner,
Chapter Two: The Wrong Guinea PigA shrink ray. It was too good to be true. Kyle could barely believe he had one in his hands. Just that morning he had watched his father use this tool to scale down an old television to the size of a thumb. Little did he know that his mischievous son knew the combination to his invention safe.More Like This
The weapon looked like something out of a science fiction movie. It had the design of a gun, a few flashing lights here and there, a trigger, a barrel, and a little display that adjusted the power out-put. It was not going to be put to good use in the hands of a ten-year-old boy.
“Zap!” Kyle screamed as he pointed and fired the shrink ray at the patio table.
A green beam of light shot out from the gun. The display screen had taken a few images of the target table and was appropriating the power output. A green aura formed around the table. It started to shrink just like the TV had.
“Wow,” Kyle whispered, watching the plastic table become fit for a dollhouse.
It was exactly
Chapter One: The Sale of 413Stacy was, as usual, sitting in the dark. Her office was suddenly illuminated by the arrival of Jeff. She shielded her eyes with her hand as the light rushed in.More Like This
“Yes?” she muttered.
“I got a customized memo for you,” he said, reading off the note, “I quote: ‘one teenage male between the ages of 15 and 18, long blond hair, blue eyes, slender…the surfer type.’ It’s pretty specific.”
“It sure is,” she leaned back in her swivel chair.
“I thought I’d run by you so we get it perfect,”
“Yeah, I think…” she mulled it over for a moment, “That 413 is the right one. Although…I’m pretty sure his eyes are green. Doesn’t matter; we can fix that.”
“You gonna get him ready?”
“Yeah, I’ll have him packed up and ready for shipment by 5:00.”
413 stared in the mirror, still overwhelmed. His eyes were blue. They had always been a dull