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|Vote For Who? (standard:humor, 882 words)|
|Author: Reid Laurence||Added: Mar 19 2008||Views/Reads: 1659/1059||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Given the candidates we have to choose from in America, who would you vote for? To me, the decision is clean and simple...|
“Dinner's done Ellie. C'mon in an sit down. We're doing a real ‘sit down with each other, family type thing tonight'.” “Can't right now dad,” I heard, from the dimly lit recesses of my daughter's room. But even as she spoke, I couldn't help but notice the sudden sparks of light accompanied in syncopated auditory rhythm by one of the flashy, new pieces of electronics she'd borrowed from the university laboratory. “Why not?” I asked. “Ya know it's a rare occasion when we all get to sit down an act like a family. You do wanna act like a family, don'tcha?” “Sure,” muttered my daughter, as a fierce burst of electrical energy came surging from behind the door, sending a shock wave of alternating current all throughout the household. “What was that?” asked my wife Mary, even as she watched the ceiling lights and table lamps flicker and burn with swells of unexpected, high levels of power. “I'll give you two guesses,” replied my first born daughter, Natalie. “Alright. You go tell your sister that's enough. We're ready to eat and I want her sitting here with the rest of us.” “But mom... you know I can't get past that crazy force field she's got at her door.” “Then just talk to her through the darn door. Better yet, I will...”responded Mary, with anxiety in her tone. “Ellie!” she yelled. “You get in here and eat with us, pronto!” But as Mary finished her sentence, it became obvious that Ellie's reply had come not in a verbal sense – as most are prone to – but in a physical, and all we could do was stand and watch... in awe. “Wha... What is it?” I asked pointedly. “What is What?” answered Ellie. “That thing that came out of your bedroom, that's what,” replied Mary. “It's staring right at me Reid, do something.” “Mom,” began Ellie, our budding scientist. “You call me away from my work and then you complain. I don't understand. What's going on in your head? Are we eating dinner or aren't we?” But before any of us had time to argue any further, the worst of my mechanical nightmares had become slowly to materialize and to our amazement, my daughter's titanium-palladium grade experiment had begun to explain itself. “Why are we fighting?” it asked plainly, suddenly addressing all of the occupants in the room as if it had done so many times before. “I don't understand why people have to go on like this, but I do understand that any issue can be resolved if one has the proper mindset with which to make those resolutions come true. Summarily, there is no problem or difference between us based in race, nationality, gender or superficial appearance to others that we can't all rise above.” “He can't stop talking Ellie,” I remarked. “What have you done? What sort of creation is this?” “I'm hungry dad, can't we just eat. I came out here to eat dinner, remember?” But even as Ellie finished her sentence, my wife had begun one of her most dramatic fainting spells and had very nearly fallen to the hard surface of the floor, as Ellie's creation saw fit to take charge of the moment, and caught her lifeless body in its midair plunge, picking her up, to lay her gently on the living room sofa. “I'm in shock Ellie,” I responded, having just been witness to the most remarkable event of my life thus far. “Why dad?” answered my daughter, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. “It's a robot. Can't you just get used to the idea. He's gonna run for president on a Libertarian ticket.” Click here to read the rest of this story (31 more lines)
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