Wife: "Honey, must you risk your sanity on that God-awful suit,
it tried to take over your mind, you almost lost your identity to it."
Doctor: "I have made some improvements in the
neural database." "That should not happen again." "However,
I did promise you that I would never use the suit ever again until the
world was coming to an end, and I believe the end has arrived.
TO BE CONTINUED:
After all the recent events finally hit
the proverbial fan, martial-law is declared, state wide.
Back at FBI HEADQUAURTERS:
FBI
AGENT 1: “God help us,
state-wide martial law!”
“Is your dreaded suit, ready?”
Doctor: “Yes!” “Ready like Freddy!”
The doctor’s suit was developed, back when
he worked with FBI when he was much younger.
It is a multipurpose suit, with heavy armor. It responds to voice commands,
brain waves and transforms to fit any given purpose and it can fly.
FBI
AGENT 1: “You still haven’t
explained to me your deepest concerns about these clones”
Doctor: “My deepest concerns are, all the damage
they can do, and at the same time, ones might mistake them for me, and while am
trying to hunt them down, other officers might open fire on me, not knowing
what they are doing.”
FBI
AGENT 1: “Yes, I wondered
what you might do to handle situations like that.” “That’s why you got the suit.”
“I always liked the way you think.” “After this is all over doc, I’m coming to
your office for therapy, If I survive this, I am sure I’m going to need it.
Another agent comes in: “We have to go
sir, clone riot in the Centers Mall.”
Doctor: “This is it men.” “Body-armor on and load the units and let roll
out!”
TO BE CONTINUED.
VON BRO'
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