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still upset about that parv-bacon-- that vendor tried to take me for a fool !” Timmy said, with an agitated look upon his face.
“Well … he probably knew something about you that you didn’t.” Beaver said with a smile.
“ You heathen … ” Timmy huffed at Beaver, understanding what he actually meant.
“ Safety is empirical … ” Beaver said in a sarcastic, mocking tone.
The two could no longer contain themselves. They bellowed with loud laughter, in so much that the others on the transport could not help but turn their heads and see what was going on. Like Librarians from the former time, many of them put their fingers to their lips resonating a Shhhh sound.
“ Sorry … sorry ,” Tim apologized, to all the riders with downtrodden eyes.
“You and your bacon almost got us in trouble …” Beaver dictated with a brother-like authority.
“ Me?! No … it was you! ” Tim snickered.
The two sat once again in silence, miffed at the situation. The moments passed as the transport whirred along. Soon, it slowly began its descent into Westbrook.
“It was too much …” Beaver spoke, breaking the quiet between them.
“Yes, it was …” Timmy interjected with a careful tone.
Their quick comments seemingly broke the iceberg between them.
“Well, it’s back to work next light … I guess I will break someone’s arm for your misfortune today.” Beaver said, in an almost laughing candor.
“Break both of them for me … and take their lunches .” Tim quipped with a smile. They were never mad at each other very long, especially when it was the start of the daily grind the very next light.
“Next stop – Westbrook …” A robotic voice loudly toned over the transport’s wave system. The duo let out a deep sigh. This was the only real time that they could spend together, and it was soon to be over until next decision day.
“Well … I guess I’ll see you next light.” Beaver spoke with a hint of anxiety. Even though he was of a great stature and strength, he always had a soft spot for his friend. Beaver never liked to go home after Decision. The thought of it, left him with a sinking feeling every time.
“Yes … I guess you will. Unless, the heathens take me under …” This was Timmy’s normal departure phrase. Of course, the heathens he was referring to was the Academy Elites and all their sadistic playthings. Beaver nodded in agreement, as always.
The transport heaved to a stop at its destination.
“ One more swing? ” Tim questioned.
“ One more swing …” Beaver stated as they both rose from their seats. They stood motionless until everyone had left.
“Now!”--Tim baulked.
Like children, they both swung on the Rev-pole to the trackstreet below. The words safety is empirical sounded as the transport descended into its underground park-stop. They could not help but once again laugh out loud, as they ran together down the prismatic lighted pathway towards their homes, hoping to beat the tict of the tally.
Chapter 4:
“Time to awake Beaver2416…” the nice ceil-bot spoke. The new light was an unwelcomed vision to Beaver. “Your work-job awaits you … SdotG .” the Ceil-bot again spoke. The hanging robot then retreated into its former position as the auto straps loosened their grip. The sleep vessel then whirred and slowly moved from its 12 degree horizontal angle to a vertical upright position.
“Here is a fresh oversuit for you, Beaver2416--Please raise your arms …” The apendage-like robot dropped down from the ceiling with an open, unfastened oversuit. It engulfed Beaver and seemingly molded itself to the contours of his body. As the ceil-bot retracted, it quickly fastened every chase-snap in its ascension.
“There you go … is that better ?”
Beaver nodded with a smile, as he lifted his left foot.
Usually, it was the left foot first. However, sometimes he would be thrown off balance on the right by the vacu-bot’s other mode: shoe-clean and
“Well … he probably knew something about you that you didn’t.” Beaver said with a smile.
“ You heathen … ” Timmy huffed at Beaver, understanding what he actually meant.
“ Safety is empirical … ” Beaver said in a sarcastic, mocking tone.
The two could no longer contain themselves. They bellowed with loud laughter, in so much that the others on the transport could not help but turn their heads and see what was going on. Like Librarians from the former time, many of them put their fingers to their lips resonating a Shhhh sound.
“ Sorry … sorry ,” Tim apologized, to all the riders with downtrodden eyes.
“You and your bacon almost got us in trouble …” Beaver dictated with a brother-like authority.
“ Me?! No … it was you! ” Tim snickered.
The two sat once again in silence, miffed at the situation. The moments passed as the transport whirred along. Soon, it slowly began its descent into Westbrook.
“It was too much …” Beaver spoke, breaking the quiet between them.
“Yes, it was …” Timmy interjected with a careful tone.
Their quick comments seemingly broke the iceberg between them.
“Well, it’s back to work next light … I guess I will break someone’s arm for your misfortune today.” Beaver said, in an almost laughing candor.
“Break both of them for me … and take their lunches .” Tim quipped with a smile. They were never mad at each other very long, especially when it was the start of the daily grind the very next light.
“Next stop – Westbrook …” A robotic voice loudly toned over the transport’s wave system. The duo let out a deep sigh. This was the only real time that they could spend together, and it was soon to be over until next decision day.
“Well … I guess I’ll see you next light.” Beaver spoke with a hint of anxiety. Even though he was of a great stature and strength, he always had a soft spot for his friend. Beaver never liked to go home after Decision. The thought of it, left him with a sinking feeling every time.
“Yes … I guess you will. Unless, the heathens take me under …” This was Timmy’s normal departure phrase. Of course, the heathens he was referring to was the Academy Elites and all their sadistic playthings. Beaver nodded in agreement, as always.
The transport heaved to a stop at its destination.
“ One more swing? ” Tim questioned.
“ One more swing …” Beaver stated as they both rose from their seats. They stood motionless until everyone had left.
“Now!”--Tim baulked.
Like children, they both swung on the Rev-pole to the trackstreet below. The words safety is empirical sounded as the transport descended into its underground park-stop. They could not help but once again laugh out loud, as they ran together down the prismatic lighted pathway towards their homes, hoping to beat the tict of the tally.
Chapter 4:
“Time to awake Beaver2416…” the nice ceil-bot spoke. The new light was an unwelcomed vision to Beaver. “Your work-job awaits you … SdotG .” the Ceil-bot again spoke. The hanging robot then retreated into its former position as the auto straps loosened their grip. The sleep vessel then whirred and slowly moved from its 12 degree horizontal angle to a vertical upright position.
“Here is a fresh oversuit for you, Beaver2416--Please raise your arms …” The apendage-like robot dropped down from the ceiling with an open, unfastened oversuit. It engulfed Beaver and seemingly molded itself to the contours of his body. As the ceil-bot retracted, it quickly fastened every chase-snap in its ascension.
“There you go … is that better ?”
Beaver nodded with a smile, as he lifted his left foot.
Usually, it was the left foot first. However, sometimes he would be thrown off balance on the right by the vacu-bot’s other mode: shoe-clean and
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