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vinniehorrible · 1 month ago

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So much better [short story]

Description: Sometimes, I wish to take a jab at what bothers me and writing is a great tool for it. A near-future sci-fi about a man and his encounter with the rise of thinking robots.

Word count: 5256

Few would take joy in a pair of dead eyes staring at them across a perfectly bland white room. Dick didn’t mind how the machine stared at him. He was the only thing changing in the environment, and therefore it made sense it would keep scanning him. It was precisely for his lack of disturbance in this situation that he volunteered to help with the research.

The only downside, perhaps, was the silence. Out here there were no windows, out of fear of corporate espionage, and they were now so deep in the facility that the hum of the heavy machinery coming from nearby rooms was barely heard.

“Tell me something. The silence is uncomfortable,” Dick asked of the robot.

The humanoid apparition tilted its head slightly. Its eyes changed to the colour green, indicating debugging. “Eye contact… impossible. Person looking aside. Not required. Ambient noise… 23 db. Lowering volume for optimal conversation.” Dick rolled his eyes as those that stared at him returned to their original bright yellow. “Of course. What would you like me to tell you? Or… would you prefer something I choose of my own?”

“Just something to talk about before we start. Hell, can’t you do at least some small talk?”

“Processing input parameters… adjusting tone for ‘small talk’. Emulating informal conversational patterns…

Alright. Small talk. I can do that. Did you know that the first practical use of electric motors wasn’t in the industry? Rather, it was in a fan, built in the 1830s. They called it a rotary blower. Inefficient and noisy, but it worked.”

Dick let out a heavy sigh. Compared to the talk he could have with his coworkers, this was barely considered a conversation. Not to mention that what he had just heard may have been complete nonsense. Small talk, as he imagined it, wasn’t something he would have to fact check. “You know what, forget it. Just wait until I’m done.”

“Understood. Returning to standby mode.”

The machine waited there patiently until Dick read through the list of instructions he was given by the institute. His excitement to help push forward the technology of thinking robots was only briefly overshadowed by how much preparation it would take and how impossible it was to stand them outside of actual work.

“Alright. Come here,” he instructed the robot and it followed him to the nearby table, waddling like an overgrown penguin, yet surprisingly fast. “Can you read this wiring diagram? What do you see in it?”

“Scanning provided documents…

Yes, I can read the wiring diagram. This is a three-phase motor control circuit. The main power enters through the L1, L2, and L3 lines—connected to the contractor. The overload relay is in series with the motor output. Control logic is routed through auxiliary contacts, including a normally closed stop switch and a normally open start switch. I also detect a thermal protection loop. Would you like me to simulate a fault condition?”

That last part was what always fascinated Dick. The question. The constant urge of the artificial brain to ask for more. More work, more information, more data.

“Excellent,” he replied, ignoring the question. “Now, what about these tools on the table? Do you know what they are called? How they’re used?”

“Processing…

Yes, I do recognize the tools. This is a multimeter. Used to measure voltage, current, and resistance. It is currently set to…” it leaned closer to have a better look. Dick got goosebumps and a slight smile appeared on his face. Such behaviour, for some reason, seemed so human to him. “DC voltage mode. The tool to the left are wire strippers. Used to remove insulation from electrical wires without damaging the conductors. These are adjustable. And then here is some soldering iron. Used to bond wires or components with solder.” Its eyes narrowed for a moment. “Caution. The device is turned on. Current tip temperature is 356 degrees Celsius. Would you like me to switch to Farenheit? For the use of optimal measuring units, you may also tell me our current location, so that I may adjust accordingly.”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Dick replied to its question this time.

“I understand. Is there anything else—” This was the annoying part. The fact that it would always have the last word. That it would always respond, no matter what one said.

“Now, please, take this document.” Dick placed a stack of papers on the table and the robot carefully picked them up. “There’s a mistake in the notes. Can you find what is wrong with that system?”

He leaned against the table and stared at the machine with stars in his eyes. It read so fast. Its eyes barely moved as it scanned one page, then flipped to the other, then the next, the next, and so on. It could read faster than any human, yet it understood perfectly what it read. Or at least it was supposed to. That was, after all, the purpose of this test.

“Parsing schematic annotations. Cross-referencing circuit logic.

Yes, I have identified a discrepancy. In the notes, it states ‘Contactor coil is energized when both the overload relay and the stop button are closed.’ That is incorrect. The stop button is a normally closed contact. When functioning properly, it remains closed, allowing current to flow until it is pressed. Therefore, the coil is de-energized if the stop button is open. Would you like me to update the annotation for clarity and safety compliance?”

Dick smirked. “Oh yeah? And how would you do that?”

The machine looked at him for a moment, then back at the paper. “Selecting a proper course of action.” It went silent for a minute, then placed its hand on the page and tore it out, much to Dick’s shock. “Please, pair me with the nearest printer so I may pring the corrected information.”

Dick rubbed the root of his nose. “No, that… That won’t be necessary.”

“Very well. Is there anything else I can—”

“Actually, yes.” Dick interrupted it. There was nothing else in his notes, but his mind could not spare him the curiosity. “Can you improve it? The design in the document, I mean. If you were an engineer and you had to improve it, what would you do?” That was what he yearned to know. He was, after all, using his knowledge of electrical engineering to teach the machine. Knowing if it could eventually think on its own interested him greatly.

“Affirmative,” the machine said almost immediately, much to his surprise. “Evaluating system design. Optimizing for safety… reliability… serviceability… complete.

Existing design lacks fault detection to prevent potential hazard. I would integrate a ground fault sensor upstream of the contactor. It would shut down the circuit on fault detection, enhancing safety. Another possibility is to add indicator light for coil status. It would offer an immediate visual confirmation of system state. The indicator lamp would be added in parallel with the contactor coil to assist in diagnostics and to improve operator awareness. Would you like a redrawn schematic based on these improvements?”

Dick slowly walked over the machine without saying a word. It stared at him as he approached, and even after he passed it. “Let’s leave. Follow me,” he said.

“Alright. Please tell me when we reach our destination.”

Now there was nothing that could’ve taken Dick’s smile off his face. The robot could think. It had ideas. It had a brain. Not a real one, of course, but the artificial one would do. Or perhaps, it would even be better than the real thing. All the possibilities of what it could do out there in the world. No more messy wiring. No more being called to fix someone's botched job. The perfect coworker. “Just that small talk function needs some work,” Dick thought as they left the room.

“So, everything done?” Matthew welcomed Dick as he entered the much cosier and colourful cafeteria. At this time of day, there were only the two of them.

Dick had to blink a few times to flush all that dull gray of the institute walls out of his mind and take in the much more pleasant light yellows and greens. The head developer handed him a glass of water and he took it without hesitation.

“Yeah. It’s one incredible piece of work. I only wish one could chat with it in a more pleasant way.”

“We’re working on the communication functions. You need to realize that AI is still in its infancy.”

Dick smiled at that notion. Still in its infancy? As a student, he cheated on tests using the predecessors of the models used today. That was more than fifteen years ago. How long exactly was the infancy period of a robot?

“I’m curious to hear about your insights regarding its skills. Does it seem professional enough? Any mistakes?” Matthew inquired.

“Not really. It knows the theory, but practical application is not something you can effectively simulate in a lab,” Dick offered his bit of honesty. “I guess you won’t give me one to take along while I work, eh?”

“You know we can’t do that. The error margin is still around ten percent. That is a lot. We cannot offer something like that to join you, a professional engineer. It could hinder your work.”

“I meant, it could just watch me, ask, learn.”

Matthew shook his head. “I cannot. Though I still appreciate you volunteering to help us test it.”

“It’s my pleasure. This kind of tech is exciting. I can imagine so many kids wanting to be electricians, or engineers of any kind if they get to work alongside these machines. Imagine the day when they’ll actually be able to do stuff for you. This job will become available for anyone, really.”

Matthew did not say a word. He sat his glass down and approached to shake Dick’s hand. “Thank you, Richard, for your help. As agreed, you will be mentioned in the documentation as one of the testers.”

“Not a problem. Glad I could help.” Dick shook the man’s hand with enthusiasm. In his head, he could already see it. His name would be among those who helped bring forth the technology of the future. He saw it clearly, like an acknowledgments page in a book.

Upon mentioning it, Matthew briefly imagined it too. Unlike Dick, he had already seen the current version of the page. Or rather, pages. All five of them, filled to the brim with names, font size ten, aligned to a block. He made a mental note to add Dick’s name to it later, along with the seven other testers from the past two weeks.

It had been twelve years since Dick last set foot into the Institution. Even now, as a fresh fifty-year-old, he could recall his past in this place. Every time more testing was needed, he would answer the call. For two years, he was here even twice a week, sometimes for a few minutes, other times for hours. There was some money in it too, but it got lost in comparison to Dick’s reasonable paycheck his day job would earn him. As time went on, less and less requests came. And as they stopped coming, robots began appearing. One hardly registers the rise of technology. One day, it is simply there, and you ask yourself how it was even possible for it to appear oh so quickly.

The Institute looked different now. It wasn’t even called that anymore. Now it was the “Office of Necessity.” For many, it became a boogeyman, and Dick was slowly understanding why, as he was led through the hallways. The dull gray of the past was still there, but now it was adorned with running lines of ruthless red, which sometimes boasted the logo of the company—a black lightning above what was supposed to be half a brain and half a circuit. This alone would perhaps not look all that frightening, were it not for the two bodyguards escorting him. Each time he would even slow down or attempt to look behind his shoulder, they would tell him “Keep going Mr. Jirak.” Their voice wasn’t hostile, but it hit one’s ears in a similar fashion a concrete wall would.

All it took were a few turns before the maze of corridors would end and Dick would find himself in front of a dark wooden door with a label hanging right next to it. “Thomas Kazmer.” Was Matthew not around anymore? With all the restructuring the Institute went through, one could hardly be surprised, yet Dick silently hoped they’d meet again, especially when they called directly into his workplace to request his immediate presence.

“Mr. Jirak, please, have a seat,” Thomas told his guest. There was something ominous about the whole place. As Dick entered, the two men that were accompanying him closed the door behind him, yet remained in the room, standing by the entrance, both holding the wrist of their other arm, perhaps only to seem more intimidating. As cliché as their looks were, it worked remarkably. Dick was sure that if he tried to do anything out of the ordinary, those two would escort him right out without breaking a sweat, no matter how much he’d try to fight.

He cautiously sat down. Thomas Kazmer was a peculiar man. Young. Maybe in his thirties, with a look that immediately showed his mind contained more pride than his wisdom would entitle him to, as he smiled at Dick without squinting his eyes even a tiny amount. Despite that, Dick could only really focus on the man’s unnaturally long nose and a truly massive Adam's apple. He tried his best not to stare at either, but considering how close they were to one another, it was a most challenging trial. Instead, he decided to shift his focus onto the person standing next to Thomas. They looked about as normal as one could. Dark hair, just like Thomas’, similarly clean shave, and an expensive suit, which was something everyone in the room shared, apart from Dick, whose attire, while still very formal, barely remembered leaving the store almost ten years ago. Suddenly, Dick’s eyebrows popped up. Only after looking at Thomas’ assistant for a moment did he notice the tiny sparks in his eyes. He was a Myslit. One of the Institute’s assistant robots. The model that had slowly replaced all other models over the last couple of years, and the one that had been allowing them to gradually and effectively monopolize the market.

“Welcome, Mr. Jirak. I hope your trip here was a pleasant one?” Thomas asked. Dick was surprised that he didn’t even offer an introduction or a handshake, but it was true that some younger people were keeping away from such traditions.

“Yes. Thank you for sending the car. I could’ve taken my own though.”

“It is customary to send it to people when we request their presence. Now, I hope you will understand if I skip any further formalities and go straight into the core of things?”

“Of course.”

“Excellent. Here is your document of irrelevance.”

Dick gasped as Thomas slid him the signature light-blue paper. He scanned the lines only briefly. Most of it was just formal jargon few actually understood. The meaning was clear from the file’s existence alone.

“You’re removing me from my work? Why?”

“On the request of your employer.”

“Malik? But…” Dick tried his best to compose himself. “He never told me that there would be any problems. If I’m fired, there should be a warning letter, or—”

“Mr. Jirak, you misunderstand the situation. You are not here because you are fired. You are here because you are irrelevant. The Office has received a message that you may be suspected of irrelevance so we did a background check on you.” Thomas picked up a stack of papers from the table and began skimming through the information. “You worked as an electronics engineer for… well, many years, I can’t find that now. During that time, you have not educated yourself in any other field that would matter. Upon asking Mr. Malik about what work you perform at his company and with what salary, your presence there has been deemed obsolete. A Myslit has been purchased by Mr. Malik and will be delivered to the company next Monday. Its monthly expenses are eighty-four percent less than your salary, thus saving the company money.

“I… A Myslit? But… the company has its own—”

“Yes, the GTP-C4T informant intelligence. We know. I don’t have to tell you that the difference between an AI assistant and an AI worker is astronomical. Especially with the latest Myslit model. Do not worry, you are not the only person to be replaced.” Thomas leaned closer, interlocking his fingers. “But that would not really be irrelevance. Problem is, Mr. Jirak, that you have nothing else to benefit the society with. Your education in the field is admirable, but obsolete. And you have nothing else to offer to any potential employer.”

“But I helped train those things! Ask Matthew Catcher! We’ve done so much work together back when this was just an Institute!”

Thomas raised his hand. “Please, quiet down, or I will have you escorted out.” Despite the mind threat of the sentence, his voice stayed the same. “Yes, it is true that I have found your name among the testers. Yet you have never purchased a single Myslit yourself.”

“Well… I never needed one. I paid for the information robots though!”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you. Your contribution to the AI training is appreciated, yet minuscule, with barely any impact on sales.”

“Then… Okay, but I can do other jobs!”

“Oh? Can you now? I did not see any other education or training certificate in your files.”

“I can get an education!”

“In what field?”

“Well… construction engineering? My father used to do that.”

“Myslit?”

“Yes?” The robot moved almost too much like a human.

“Are you familiar with construction engineering?”

“Indeed. Do you require any specific knowledge?”

“How many books on construction engineering do you have in your database?”

“Over 720 000. Though some are outdated or specific to a particular geography and its laws.”

“See, Mr. Jirak?” Thomas said, his voice like creeping winter. “Any Myslit knows more than you will learn in ten years of studying, and they know it all with utmost precision. Their memory contains every word. Every sentence on the subject, as well as countless demonstration videos and data gathered directly from the field. Not to mention that our Myslits come in various forms that might offer extra appendages or carry capacity that would vastly surpass you, should you turn to construction as a field of work. Therefore, your education and training would merely be a waste of time.”

Words refused to leave Dick’s mouth. What was this man even talking about? Surely there was still much more he could do with his life. Quickly, he searched his memories for similar situations. He always tried his best to keep away from all the negative news and political talk, but he did recall people losing their jobs. What did they do in that case? What if they were deemed irrelevant?

“Perhaps there is something your personal files do not mention?” Thomas asked, as if eager to give him hope. Though given his visibly fake smile, Dick assumed it was only because he would enjoy tearing it down again.

“I…” he went silent for a few seconds, imagining how his days were spent. “I can play football.”

“Myslit?” Thomas asked, not even looking at the machine.

“I can simulate any sports match. Using random parameters, I can create virtual footballers, generate their visual representation, and then animate their matches. Perhaps, as a football fan, you’ve heard to Christian Red? He is currently the top rated player, created by a Myslit in Egypt. Though, according to programming, his statistics are declining over time to simulate aging. Predicted time until he will be overtaken by another virtual sportsman is around seven months. Shall I try to create a football team for you?”

“No, thanks, that will not be necessary,” said Thomas. “You see, Mr. Jirak. A footballer? That is no profession for the modern ages. And if it is exercise you seek instead, then you can simply go running through the parks in the city. For that, such a career is not necessary.”

“I read a lot!” Dick spurted out. His mind returned to all those nights spent with detective stories.

“And that is a profession?” Thomas raised an eyebrow.

“Well, since I read, I will also be able to write! I’ve gone through a lot of detective stories! I—”

“Myslit, can you write me the first chapter of a detective story? Something classic, old-school, that Mr. Jirak might appreciate.”

The Myslit went quiet. A few seconds were spent by just quietly waiting, then suddenly a printer in the corner or the room sprung to life.

“Done. First chapter of 32 632 words has been written and is printing now. Would you like me to make any changes? If you’d prefer to stay in a virtual creative space, please pair me to a screen of your choice.”

“Well, there you have it,” Thomas said. “Obsolete. Give me a list of your most favourite books and a Myslit can write you whatever you’d like. Chances of you being a writer are next to none. You have no experience whatsoever, and those few that are still active in the world rarely do so for monetary gains, which, given your situation, you would need.”

“I… I used to build model tanks…” Dick whimpered.

“I am paired to a 3D printer next door. Would you like me to print a model for you?”

“That will not be necessary, Myslit,” Thomas dismissed it. “Unless you can design models yourself, it is not a hobby fit for a living. Not to mention that a Myslit could do that as well.”

Dick went quiet. His mind offered him no further escapes. He felt as though he was standing at a wall. His executioner was telling him of crimes he did not commit, and the firing squad behind him was ready to seal his fate at Thomas’ command.

“Now, there are certain possibilities. Please, do not look so alarmed,” Thomas told him, his smile unnerving. “Your life is far from over. Let’s go over some options.” He flipped through the pages of documents until he reached the very last one. “Now, becoming a doctor is an option. Myslits have a staggering error rate in the field of medicine. Myslit? Can Mr. Jirak become a doctor?”

Its eyes did not change. It did not even need a moment to think. This model knew the answer as if it had been prepared long before this meeting. “Highly unlikely. Training requires high intelligence and a long time. Mr. Jirak is past the optimal age threshold for a doctor as well, and has no political connection, making it highly improbable that he would be accepted among other doctors, or trusted by patients. Estimated probability of success is around 11%”

“Ah, well, that’s not the best. What about a scientist then?”

“Mr. Jirak’s background would be compatible. Certain scientific disciplines accept mature entrants for data modeling and applied research. However, Mr. Jirak would need extensive education, might lack necessary intelligence, and grant access for late-career entrants are limited. Probability of 34%.”

“Well, that’s better. Now what about a psychologist?”

“Also possible. Training duration is moderate and due to decline in average public mental health, such professions are always necessary. However, Myslit presence has been steadily growing in this field. Given the lack of experience and length of training, probability of Mr. Jirak’s success is around 28%.”

“Well, it gives us options, see?” Thomas exclaimed, almost enthusiastic, as if any of the information given by the machine would be comforting in any way. “Now, please, have a look at this page,” Thomas slid the document over to Dick. “There are many other options for you. Caregivers are always needed, as Myslits aren’t well-developed for this particular profession. Bodyguards or soldiers are also always an option. Military will take anyone really. Machines are far too easy to disable with modern technology.”

Dick did not like a single option on the list. Most of those he never even heard of, and given the slowly escalating tensions between his homeland and the neighbouring giant of Grand Acirema, he did not enjoy the thought of dying somewhere on the front lines, should a war break out.

“Now, before you go, Mr. Jirak, here are the keys to your new home.” Thomas reached into a drawer in his desk and gave Dick two small keys.

“My new home? Where… Why?”

“Well, you live at… Where is it written? Ah! Here it is! Starry street 859. That’s a nice apartment, three rooms, a kitchen and a bathroom. But for someone of your status? As an engineer, you were a citizen of class seven. I hope I don’t have to explain to you why you are lower now. But don’t be alarmed, it is not as bad. You have no debts, so that’s nice, no political presence either, that is less nice, but that AI testing in the past does grant you some benefits, albeit small ones. So… you’ll be moved to Stone street 542. Wonderful apartment. One really large room for all your needs, a cozy kitchen, and an equipped bathroom.”

Dick blinked a few times, trying to see anything like a hidden camera. Any hint that the person would be only joking and that he could still walk out of there with his life intact.

“Do you have any further questions?” Thomas asked, his fingers interlocking as he lay his arms on the table.

Dick shook his head in response. Nothing else was coming to his mind.

“Splendid then. Now, you are given three days to sort out your stuff. Since you’re unemployed as of now, that should be quite easy. Keep in mind that the new apartment is smaller, so take only what you consider necessary. The extra stuff you can give to us and we’ll sell it for you, or you can sell it yourself, should you not wish to pay the processing fee.” Thomas stood up and buttoned his suit. “And, of course, do look for work. Right now you are a citizen of class ten. For each six months of remaining unemployed, you will drop one class lower. If you could therefore look for a profession or education available to you, so that we do not have to meet again in the near future and do all the necessary paperwork, that would be much appreciated.”

Dick swore that after this incident, his life fast forwarded. The security guards escorted him out of the building. The light blue paper sat in his hand and anyone they passed on the Institute grounds would look at him, perhaps a little sympathetically.

The first afternoon, he was not able to pack anything. Could not bring himself to believe it. When the sun set, he took his car and drove to the address written on his papers—Stone street 542. The people making their beds under the nearest bridge were certainly not a good sign, nor were the policemen dressed in black and red that he saw detaining the same group of people as he was going back.

The house looked awful. If there had once been a facade, it had long moved to a better place. The exterior had been battered, broken, and the whole structure looked to be ready to crumble any moment.

The inside only served as proof of that premonition. Finding a wall that would not be sprayed with graffiti was a miracle. The elevator still worked, but the awful sounds it made as Dick boarded it said much of its age, as did all the texts written on its walls with a permanent marker, or directly carved into them with a sharp object.

“Eat, sleep, consume, die,” Dick read the largest writing right next to the buttons. “Lovely,” he muttered to himself.

The apartment itself was almost like heaven when compared to the rest of the building. No graffiti, no destroyed walls. Wet stains on a cracked white paint certainly didn’t look nice, but it was better than nothing. The fifth floor also offered a nice view directly into a window of the next house, sitting only about five metres away, at least as Dick guessed.

Everything in there was barren and empty. He would have to bring his own furniture, but that night, he could not force himself to even think about where to place what or what he could leave behind.

That realization only came the next morning. He partially wished that it had all just been a horrid dream, but when a reminding email landed in his inbox, the truth of it all came crashing down on him.

He packed all he could. Books were not necessary. As much as he loved owning a few physical copies, they were taking up too much space. Almost everything decorational had to be thrown out. He would only keep the most expensive stuff or something he knew was directly useful. His heart wept of each and every memento tossed into the box labelled “maybe”.

They came for him on the fourth day. Two policemen—one Myslit, and one human. That’s how they always travelled. An officer and their assistant. The moving van was parked outside, proudly bearing the logo of the Office of Necessity. Dick didn’t have to do almost anything but open the door for them and hand over his key. The small army dressed in black and red with the signature lightning and half-head on their shoulders did everything else, while the Myslit and the other policeman gave him a speech of how important technology is.

“It is simply the advancement of our era. Do not see it as a Myslit taking your work. Humans take each others’ jobs all the time. When someone better shows up, the other workers need to adapt. But do not be ashamed of failing to do so. Myslits are simply faster at learning, yet they learn just as we do. They do not take away your knowledge or steal information. They take it and process it just as we humans do. They are a tool at our disposal. One that pushes out old technology. When photography became available, people also complained, yet they learned to accept its presence. Just as you will learn to accept the presence of Myslits and find meaningful job opportunities in the future, perhaps in a different field. Nobody says you can’t be happy doing something new.”

Dick did not bother listening to it too attentively, but the Myslit always reminded him how paying attention was important to prevent “accumulation of needless malice.” As far as Dick was concerned, their speech was doing the opposite.

But what else could he do but listen? He once sang a similar song. He praised the technology’s advancement when they came for the journalist that lived at the ground floor. He praised the robots as they came for designer living next door. He praised the Myslits as they escorted out the accountants, the librarians, and the bus drivers. But that all felt so long ago. The age was different now. And he no longer felt like singing.

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taperwolf · 1 year ago

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Thrift store find that I really debated getting, but it's both ridiculous and huge: Electronic Data Controls Corporation's "Computer Football" game.

It's an electronic board game from 1969 (!). You turn the rotary switch to the state of the game and press a set of buttons on your side (presumably from the — missing — manual), and the bulbs would light up to give you the results of whatever your actions were. The pieces to keep track of the football's position, direction, and which quarter of the game you're in were also not in the box.

The actual game works, if I understand it, as basically a great big lookup table. The BoardGameGeek entry has a partial shot of the manual, which suggests that it's effectively a ROM made of discrete diodes.

The box is basically the size of two large pizzas, so it's way too big for me to grab it just for its minimal play value, particularly given that it'd probably need repairs. But it was cool enough that I had to take pictures.

#vintage tech #board games #computer games

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lovelyteng · 2 years ago

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Poppy’s Heal to Help Chapter 5 - Don’t Closer To Me!

[Fade to the bookshelf on the living room in the dark of Home where Frank walks to it as he pulls a red book with eye on the spine, the bookshelf split to half as open the secret room as Frank enters it. Cut to inside the secret room with the lightbulbs, Frank walks in calmly as it's like 5 minutes and looks in the far distance at Howdy on the electric chair as he is tied up while he is still unconscious as along a table in front of him, Frank sighs and walks to Howdy.]

Frank: Hey, Howdy. Wally and I make a Balance Potion for Poppy. While Wally gets the ingredients and... (Hisses while starting to get nervous.) Don't you get stressed about him while you think he steals the apples, also... (Groans in worry.) I'm spying on you...! While you are doing anything!

Poppy: (offscreen) Frank? Where are you?

Frank: I'm coming out! (To Howdy, quietly) But I'm taking care of her while I protect you. (Kisses Howdy's cheek, then walks away.) Good luck, Howdy-Howdy.

[Cut to the kitchen of Howdy's Place/Bugdega where Wally mixes a Balance Potion on the bowl, he puts the pieces of green crystal on it, then mixes it until he hears a phone ring. He walks to Howdy's rotary wall phone to call and speak it as a split screen to him on the left side, and Frank on right side who sits on the sofa while holding Wally's rotary phone in his ear while he speaks.]

Frank: (whispers) Wally!

Wally: Frank? Why did you call me?

Frank: I'm getting worried about Howdy, they're testing on him! (Wally gasps quietly.) Also, I just ask you about Balance Potion.

Wally: Yes, it's almost done.

Frank: (hears voice from the 2nd floor, whispers) Good! But we've got a problem!

[Screen wides to Wally's side while Frank mutters quietly, then Wally starts to be shocked.]

Wally: WHAT?!

Frank: (in Howdy's rotary wall phone) Trust me! It's getting worse.

[Cut to the secret room of Home, Howdy starts to wake up while groaning.]

Howdy: Ouch! That hurt on my neck! Ow! (Shocks and looks around the secret room, then looks at himself on the electric chair as start struggle.) Where am I?! Hello! Anyone here? (Hear footsteps in echoes to stop struggles.) Oh no...

[Cut to Frank and Poppy walking in silhouette glowing to their clothes, eyes, and dips of hair in front of Howdy which start to scare and gulp as Frank and Poppy start to walk him.]

Frank: Howdy, we're gonna examine you.

Howdy: (in thought while looking at Frank and Poppy) Oh no! That reminds me of the first day I went to the dentist when I was a kid!

Poppy: All right, Howdy. Let's do this!

Frank: Guys! Come down here!

Howdy: (speaks out in shocked confusion) What?!

[Cut to Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie walking in the shadow, they open their eyes in glowing green while Frank and Poppy barely smile and Howdy starts trembling and sweating in fear.]

Howdy: (whispers) I'm SO screwed up to me!

Poppy: Guys! Howdy has a major problem today while he just ignores it to hide his pain.

Eddie: I see...

[Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie walk out of the shadows to reveal they are wearing hospital outfits and holding boxes each one of them while they walk to Frank, Poppy, and Howdy. Howdy starts his eyes getting wide while they're closer to him, Frank and Poppy.]

Julie: Don't worry! (She holds a knife from a box which her friends are surprised and scared.) I've got an idea about that!

Frank: No! Don't use this! (Takes a knife from Julie.) Julie! That's too dangerous to use! (Puts it on the table while Howdy looks at it.) We need tools to use on him, in less violence and pain.

Julie: (groans) Fine.

Howdy: (slowly talking while growing nervous) Uh... Poppy? What did you do to them?

Poppy: I infected them by eating these cookies. (Holds up Cookies of Wally and Frank on a Silver Serving Tray.) But one missing cookie was you, Howdy.

Howdy: Oh no. What kind of it? Like Frank did to us, the mind's controlled with their calmness by butterflies.

Poppy: Oh, that. I made them with their support by cookies.

Howdy: (shouts while shocked) WHAT?! (Six Neighbors cover their ears.) THAT'S WHAT YOU DID TO THEM?!

Frank: Ow! You made my eardrums break as it hurt on me!

Eddie: Yeah, like I shouted at you at the magic show.

Frank: (uncover his ears along with his friends) I know, Eddie. I know.

Poppy: Howdy! You just ignore your problem while you're in despair!

Howdy: (frustrated) I've already told you, guys! I...am...fine!

Frank: But you looked like you're been stressed out!

Howdy: That's not my major problem!

Poppy: Then settled, let's get started!

[Cut to Howdy getting more trembling and sweating in fear and his eyes getting wider while the shadows cover him.]

Howdy: I'm surrounded by infected horrified people! (Screaming in echo.)

[Cut to Wally walking out of Howdy's Place/Bugdega, he holds a Balance Potion in an erlenmeyer flask.]

Wally: Nice! It's done! Wow! He's a lot of mathematical equations in his notebook! Like...he's so knowledgeable about math. (Hears Howdy's scream from Home as he starts to be worried.) Howdy?! Oh no! I'm coming!

[Wally runs to inside Home, then a secret room where he starts surprising Howdy who got a bandage taped around him except his eyes while he got traumatized as trembling as still on the electric chair while Barnaby, Julie, Frank, Sally, and Eddie feel disturbed, and Wally walks to Howdy.]

Wally: Guys! What have you done to him!

Frank: I wasn't with them! They tested him with "violence" tools. (Fairly glares at Julie who chuckles nervously.) Also, he kept screaming as tried to escape from us.

Wally: (looks around) Where's Poppy?

Frank: She's in her barn as she's making a cookie to give-- (Realized and shocked.) Oh no! (Walk closer to Wally, whispers.) She's making a cookie for Howdy! She's in her barn!

Wally: (whispers) Oh no!

Frank: (whispers) Come on! Let's go! (He and Wally run out of a secret room while Five Neighbors look at them in surprise.)

Sally: They're going to Poppy!

Julie: Eddie, you keep your eyes on him!

Eddie: Yes!

Howdy: (mumbling and traumatized) WHAT?!

[Barnaby, Julie, and Sally run out of a secret as they leave Howdy and Eddie who start to look at each other while Eddie starts to smile at Howdy who gulps.]

Eddie: Let's talk about love between me and Frank as you and I are with each other.

Howdy: (screaming in mumbled) NOOO!

[Cut to the kitchen of Poppy's Barn in the dark, Poppy standing to wait while a cookie of Howdy baking in the oven. Wally and Frank run her in worried.]

Wally: Poppy! I found you!

Frank: Did you make a cookie for Howdy?

Poppy: Yes. And then... (Kitchen timer starts ringing.) ...it's done! (Press it to stop the ring, she wears oven mitts to open the oven and takes the cookie of Howdy on the tray out of the oven, then she closes it and puts the tray on the table as she, Wally and Frank look at it.) So...what's you think?

Frank: Honestly, it's nice. But Howdy is a caterpillar, he eats healthy greens only, Poppy.

Poppy: Don't worry. I added a flavor of healthy green on it with this. (Holds up a green favorable powder with a label that says "Healthy Greens".) He's gonna taste it.

Frank: Wow!

Wally: Yeah, it's nice. (Whispers to Frank.) Now, she's gonna into him!

Frank: (whispers) Let's go now! (He and Wally start to run but they are blocked by Barnaby, Julie, and Sally.) Guys?! What are you doing here?!

Julie: We just follow you when you're getting worried.

Frank: (pause to start realized) Where's Eddie?

Sally: He is staying with Howdy... At Home.

Frank: Oh no... Howdy! (Runs out Poppy's Barn.)

Wally: (surprised) Frank?! Frank! Wait!

[Wally starts to run, then Barnaby, Julie, and Sally, and lastly Poppy who holds Silver Serving Tray with a Cookie of Howdy. Cut back to Howdy and Eddie in the secret room of Home, Eddie looking at Howdy delightfully and Howdy getting more traumatic and twitching his right eye.]

Eddie: ...Then we're married and then went to celebrate.

Howdy: (in thought, worried) Please, kill me!

Eddie: Do you like my love story about me and Frank? (Howdy has no answer while still traumatic and twitching his right eye.) Howdy? Howdy?

[Cut to Frank running in Home, then living room as he pulls a red book with eye on the spine, the bookshelf split to half as open the secret room as Frank enters to run it while Five Neighbors follow him. Cut back to Eddie who uncovers Howdy's mouth as Howdy starts groaning in traumatized.]

Eddie: Say something, Howdy-Howdy!

Howdy: (screaming) I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!

[Howdy smash and fall into Eddie to break the electric chair, he stands up and then runs off screaming while Eddie stands up and watches Howdy running away.]

Eddie: Howdy! (Grabs a baseball bat.) Stop running away from me! (Runs to follow Howdy.)

[Cut to Six Neighbors running in the hall of the secret room.]

Frank: Wow, Wally! Home has turned the secret room into a giant maze!

Wally: Yes. But it's only in the dark.

[Cut back to Howdy looking back at Eddie holding a baseball bat. Howdy stops running to the breaker box at a dead end of the path, then he looks at Eddie.]

Eddie: There's no escape... (Shouts happily.) Howdy-Howdy!

[Eddie swings a baseball bat into Howdy but misses him as Howdy dodges it into the breaker box which starts malfunctioning and then all lightbulbs are turned off while Eight Neighbors are surprised and paused in the dark while Wally, Frank, and Poppy glowing to their clothes, eyes, and dips of hair even Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie glowing green eyes. Cut back to Eddie drops the baseball bat and then hardly sees around.]

Eddie: Darn it! Howdy dodged it as I hitted into a breaker box! (Shocked as he got hit by someone behind him, dizzying.) Who hit me?

[Eddie knocked out and fell as revealed behind him is Howdy holding a baseball bat while he starts sobbing and trembling in fear as he feels despair.]

Howdy: (in despairing; sighs) That was so close!

Frank: (offscreen as echoes) I hear them! Follow me!

Howdy: (quietly in despair) Oh no! (Looks himself as takes bandage tapes from his body, then snaps his fingers which he got an idea.) That's it!

[Cut to Six Neighbors running in the hall in the dark, then they stopped by Frank.]

Frank: Hold on! I've my flashlight! (Holds a flashlight from his coat.) I bought a second one after it was stolen by someone. I don't remember who stole the first flashlight.

[Frank turns on a flashlight to shine the path, then they start walking until Frank moves his flashlight to the left side to shine it, he gasps and runs in while Five Neighbors follow him. Cut to Eddie still unconscious, Frank runs to him while Five Neighbors stop running and look at Frank holding Eddie.]

Frank: Eddie had passed out!

Five Neighbors: (gasps) Oh no!

Frank: I think probably Howdy did to him.

Poppy: I'll handle this for him, Frank.

Frank: Oh! You're the power of healing, right?

Poppy: Yup. (Puts her wing on Eddie as green aura into him, takes off.) There.

[Eddie gains consciousness as looks at his friends in confusion.]

Eddie: Why's everyone looking at me?

Frank: Eddie! (Hugs Eddie while laughing, then kisses his cheek.) You're okay!

Eddie: What's happened?

Frank: (let Eddie go from hugs) Howdy made you unconscious.

Eddie: What? Really?

Frank: Yes, he is. (Flashlight changes direction at behind without looking which Six Neighbors screams in horror. Frank starts confusion.) What? What's wrong, guys?

Sally: Look behind you.

[Frank turns around behind the flashlight's direction, he screams in horror. Cut to the breaker box as it is covered with blood red paint and bandage tapes, red words on the wall says: "DO NOT CLOSER TO ME!!" while Seven Neighbors looked horrified.]

Barnaby: Wow... Howdy starts going insane when in the dark.

[Seven Neighbors start to sink into realization to gasp and then run around in different directions; first Wally and Frank, then Poppy and Eddie, and lastly Barnaby, Julie and Sally while Barnaby, Frank, and Eddie hold the flashlights. Cut to Howdy running in despair while holding four handkerchiefs to wipe his tears while a baseball bat on his back, then it still comes out.]

Howdy: (whispers in despair) Wow! Secret room is turned into a big labyrinth! While in the dark! (Continue sobbing while he keeps running until he stops running to hear the familiar voices and footsteps.) Oh no!

[Howdy runs and turns to the right path while Poppy and Eddie pop out from the next path.]

Eddie: I swear! I heard his voice! He sounds like he's crying.

Poppy: We better hurry up! (She and Eddie run to the up path.)

[Cut back to Howdy walking slowly cautiously while he still feels despair.]

Howdy: (quietly in despair) That was a close one! I'm just quiet...without alarm.

[Suddenly, Howdy looks at the flashlight from the left side and he stays back to the door where four arms grab him covering his eyes and mouth, then drag him into the door as it closes itself. Cut to Barnaby, Julie and Sally from the left side for the flashlight as Barnaby shines to the left which it's nothing but a black door.]

Barnaby: Howdy? You want jokes, right?

Julie: Yeah, also the games... with us.

Sally: Come on, guys. He's not here. (Start walks but notice Barnaby and Julie don't start to walk.) Are you coming with me or what?

Julie: You sometimes take him off your stage.

Sally: Hey! He used my plays to advertise his products in the middle of the act!

Barnaby and Julie: (annoying) I know.

Julie: Also, he's a great actor.

Sally: (annoying) I always know that.

[Cut to Howdy in the pitch black to display his eyes, which start trembling in fear.]

Howdy: (sobbing) H-h-hello?! Help me! I'm stuck in the-- (Cut off to shut his mouth by familiar glowing red hands, muffled.) Help! Don't hurt me!

[The light shines on Howdy's face as he closes his eyes. Cut to revealed was Frank holding a flashlight as it directly at Howdy and Wally covers Howdy's mouth.]

Frank: (shushes, quietly) Howdy! It's us! Wally and Frank!

Howdy: (stopped the crying but still despair as Wally let him go, breathing) Wally? Frank?

Frank: (hugs and pats Howdy who starts a little sobs) Yes, it's us. Don't worry, I'm with you.

Wally: Me too.

Howdy: Guys! I'm too scared to be alone in the dark!

Frank: I know. Also, why did you hit Eddie and there's... creepy things at the breaker box?

Howdy: I... I'm losing self-control while taking too long in the dark.

Wally: Wow... Also, why write on the walls? Are you okay?

Howdy: To be honest, I'm not okay.

Frank: Ohh! I knew it! There's something wrong with you!

Howdy: Look! That's not what you think!

Frank: Yeah. And also... What kind of thing was used when you wrote that? It's kinda creepy.

Howdy: It's just a red marker. (Wally and Frank sigh in relief.) But I ran out of the ink, I used my blood on the walls. (Wally and Frank feel shocked for a moment.) Mostly wrote that, the blood from one of my fingers.

Wally and Frank: (echoes in shock) WHAT?!

Eddie: (offscreen from outside) Guys! I heard somebody from behind!

Frank: (whispers) Oh no! They're heard us! Come on!

[Frank runs along with Wally and Howdy as they follow him. They're looking around the place until Frank moves the flashlight and looks at the teal door which it's glowing.]

Frank: The door! It's glowing!

[Wally, Frank, and Howdy toward the door as Frank opens it as he, Wally and Howdy enter it, then Howdy closes the door which starts to stop glowing and then disappears. Eddie opens the door and shines at the door but it's nothing while Barnaby, Julie, Poppy, and Sally behind him as they become confused.]

Eddie: I'm serious! They're right here!

Poppy: I think you're right. Where do they go?

[Cut to Wally, Frank and Howdy walking around the unknown place.]

Howdy: Finally! We're saved! (He, Wally and Frank sigh in relief.) Where are we now?

[Suddenly, the light turns on around the room while Wally, Frank, and Howdy cover their eyes from a bright light, then they open their eyes, they're surprise to see the room has teal walls with neon colors, colorful floor, giant mathematical symbols and letters on the floor and walls, and electrical instruments on the stage. Wally, Frank, and Howdy look around the room while Howdy starts to feel amazed and nervous and Frank turns off the flashlight.]

Howdy: Wow...

Wally: Hey, Home. What is this room? From the door's glowing?

Home: (in Wally and Frank's head) This is Howdy's Inspiration Room.

Wally and Frank: (surprised) Wow!

Frank: (looks at the stage) Howdy's play more instruments, he plays a triangle as main play.

Home: Yes.

Wally: (looks at giant mathematical symbols) I always know he has knowledge about mathematics. Also... (Look at giant letters.) Howdy has knowledge of linguistics?

Home: Probably he does.

Frank: (shocked) What?! That surprised me! What subjects did he get for high knowledge when he got mathematics and linguistics skill?

Home: Well... He's got skill in performing arts, drawing, chemistry, computer science, and voice talent.

Frank: Wow! He's learning by himself after school! He's self-learning.

[While Wally and Frank talking as seemingly nothing as talk themselves, Howdy starts to be suspicious of them while walking to the camouflage door as he slowly opens without a noise and through in, then he closes the door. Cut to Howdy in the pitch black with display his eyes, which start to cry and tremble in fear and run faster.]

Howdy: (in desperately, quietly) I'm gonna get out of here! (He got hit into the walls on his face.) Ow! What the? (His four arms touch into the "walls" until one of his arms touches a doorknob which he opens and goes through as he sees the room is a kitchen of Home as it is still in the dark where he starts to be surprised in despair.) Wow! I made it! Yes! (Notice the entrance of the secret room is still open.) Oh! I'm gonna lock them before they come back here! (Runs to the entrance as the bookshelf, he pushes a red book with eye on the spine which halves the bookshelf into a whole to close the secret room, sighs in relief.) I'm gonna find my bag!

[Cut to Wally and Frank at Howdy's Inspiration Room, they look around in amazement and curiosity.]

Wally: Home, what is Howdy's age while we're the same age as late 20s?

Home: He was 26.

Frank: He's the youngest of us? Wow! Like...I'm 28 as I'm older than Eddie. If he was a baby when I was a kid. Like... he has a growth spurt.

Wally: You think?

Frank: Probably.

Wally: So, Howdy. Do you like i-- (He and Frank are shocked Howdy already left out of the room.) Where is he going?!

Home: He was already out of the room while you talked too long.

Frank: Of course! He's always sneaking out while getting too long for talking!

Home: He went into the door which was camouflage.

[Wally and Frank walk through the camouflage door as Wally opens it as Frank enters it first.]

Wally: Thanks, Home.

Home: You're welcome.

[Wally enters and closes the door. Cut to Wally and Frank in the pitch black with glowing to their clothes, eyes, and dips of hair, which they walk straightforwardly and looking around while Frank holds a flashlight to shine at nothing.]

Frank: Wow! Home, this place was a literal void.

Home: Yes, it is. Also, I sensed somebody was entering this.

Wally and Frank: Huh?

Poppy: (offscreen) Wally! Frank!

[Wally and Frank look Five Neighbors run to them while Poppy is glowing to her clothes, eyes, and dips of hair even Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie glowing green eyes, they seem to feel worry.]

Eddie: Did you find Howdy?

Frank: Yes, but then, he lost again.

Poppy: No... (Worried.) No, no, no, no!

[Wally and Frank start to worry as they stay back from Poppy.]

Frank: Now, now, Poppy. I know Howdy kept losing from us.

Poppy: (anxiety as his tears keep coming out as start trembles) Oh! Howdy!

Wally: (notices along Frank at Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie start trembles, nervously) Poppy, you must stop to--

[Poppy starts sad and worried while her eyes glowing brighter as her tears keep out which a green blast wave from her around the whole place as Wally and Frank cover themselves from a blast wave and then looks at their four friends in shock as Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie's eyes glowing green turn into red as they're anxiety in pause. They hear Howdy's screams in depaired offscreen.]

Wally and Frank: Oh no!

Poppy: That must be him! Everyone! Find him!

[Five Neighbors split up while Wally and Frank look at them worried.]

Wally: They're gonna find Howdy!

Frank: Come on, Wally! Follow me! (He runs off as Wally follows him while Eddie notices them suspiciously.)

[Cut to Wally and Frank runs around until Frank touches the "walls" while Five Neighbors runs around in the background.]

Frank: (whispers) Shh! I found the door! (He and Frank walk to the camouflage door as he slowly opens without a noise.) Come on!

[Wally and Frank through the door, then Wally closes the door. Eddie looks at Wally and Frank goes, then looks at his four friends.]

Eddie: Guys! I found it in this place!

Poppy: Where?!

[Cut to the kitchen of Home in the dark as the door glowing in red while Wally and Frank come out as the door closes itself and stops glowing.]

Wally: This is where Howdy went!

Frank: (hears familiar laughs maniacally, worried) Oh no!

Wally: He's going insane! We're too late!

Frank: Howdy! Howdy!

[Howdy falls down from the ceiling and then stands down while laughing maniacally in silhouette. Wally and Frank gasp in horror at Howdy's reveal by Frank's flashlight; Howdy got messy hair, bloodshot eyes while tears coming out, and all covered himself with blood red liquid which Wally and Frank walk back from Howdy start toward them slowly in creepy.]

Howdy: (singing in despaired yet insane as familiar notes, quietly) Don't be scared... Don't run away... I won't hurt you from danger... (Humming familiar notes.)

Frank: I think he sings different creepy lyrics for one of nursery school songs!

Wally: Like Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?

Frank: Yup! Or Alphabet Song!

Wally: Yeah! They're the same notes but different lyrics!

Howdy: (continue singing) Just relax from horror... I just... (Shouting insane to stop singing.) Do not close to me! (Laughing maniacally while Wally and Frank scream.)

Frank: Run!

[Wally and Frank start chasing from Howdy while he continues laughing maniacally and tears coming out. Suddenly, the door glowing red at the kitchen where Poppy opens and comes out along Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie, then they surprise Howdy who is chasing Wally and Frank around in Home.]

Poppy: (scared) What's going on?! (Notice Howdy when she starts being sad and insane, her tears come out while her eyes get brighter.) Howdy!

[Howdy stops chasing while Wally and Frank stop running and looks at their friends which yell in horror, Howdy turns around Five Neighbors insane while they start to get scared as Poppy's eyes go back to normal bright.]

Poppy: (scared yet anxiety) H-H-Howdy! Listen to me! (Holds a Cookie of Howdy on a Silver Serving Tray with it along Cookie of Poppy, picks a Cookie of Howdy.) You should eat this cookie, please.

[Howdy holds a knife on his upper right hand which everyone screams in horror. Frank looks at Howdy's bag on the hook from the walls of the kitchen, then he looks at a flashlight which snaps fingers as he gets an idea.]

Frank: Wally! May borrow your teal paint bucket?

Wally: Why?

Frank: Just give me! (Wally runs to get a teal paint bucket, then gives Frank.) I got an idea for this. (Holds a test tube with a glowing rod, he scoops it into a paint bucket. He puts a cork on a test tube, then shakes it while it gets glowing.) Yes! (To Howdy) Hey, Howdy!

Howdy: (turns around to Wally and Frank sharply) Huh?

Frank: You want it? (Points at a glowing teal paint in the test tube which Howdy's eyes start to dilate and feel happy.) That's it. Just toward the light.

[Howdy walks slowly to Wally and Frank while Wally stays back and Five Neighbors watching them worry. When Howdy gets closer to Frank as he takes a knife from Howdy, the Seven Neighbors sigh in relief.]

Poppy: That was close!

Frank: (hisses in pause for a moment, then surprised as beats) Catch it! (Throws a glowing teal paint in the test tube while Howdy runs to it.) Go for it!

[A glowing teal paint in the test tube against Howdy's bag to cover it which Five Neighbors screams and shoves by Howdy who is toward the kitchen to get his bag which he gasps as he grabs and holds up the goggles to wears as turns on in night vision while Howdy's eyes turns into a normal. Howdy laughing triumphs and relief as stopped crying and wipe the tears while Wally and Frank laugh and then high-five each other.]

Wally: Frank! That was genius!

Frank: Thanks! I made him regain his self-control in the dark with his goggles! (Howdy starts to realize as turns to Five Neighbors who stand up while he screams as Wally and Frank start to worry.) Maybe it's a bad idea. Don't let him eat the cookie!

[Wally and Frank run to Howdy but they're caught by Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie.]

Wally: Howdy! Runs!

[Howdy runs away from Poppy as chasing around the kitchen while Poppy holds a Cookie of Poppy.]

Poppy: Howdy! Do you want this cookie? It's healthy green flavored!

Howdy: (angrily as hides nervously) Don't do this to me!

(Howdy pushes off a Cookie of Howdy from Poppy, it flies into the ground as it is crushed by Eddie who stepped on it accidentally while everyone looking at Eddie paused.)

Eddie: Hey! That wasn't me! It's Frank!

Frank: Hey! You're the one pushed on me first!

[Poppy starts being sad and insane, her tears come out while her eyes get brighter which Howdy screams, he runs and dodges from her, Howdy shielding himself by any object and Poppy breaks it with Silver Serving Tray while Howdy grabs new ones to shield himself in the kitchen until Poppy throws Silver Serving Tray which Howdy ducks it but it against his antennas on the walls which everyone shocked to Howdy's antennas got broken while Howdy starts sobs and trembles in pain as his antennas bleeds which everyone scream and Poppy take off Silver Serving Tray to let as Howdy slides down on the ground. Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie let Wally and Frank go. Wally and Frank were going Howdy, they try to comfort him while Poppy's watching them sadly.]

Poppy: Howdy, I'm so sorry!

Howdy: (whispering) No, no, it's okay. I'm sorry about that, I was too bossy in the kitchen...sometimes.

Seven Neighbors: (softly) I know.

Poppy: Don't worry, I'll heal you.

[Poppy starts to reach Howdy which Wally and Frank quickly shocked to shove her onto the walls as they holding her as she reveals to hold is another Cookie of Howdy while Frank takes it as Howdy surprised and tears still coming out.]

Poppy: But, but! I thought you could help me!

Frank: Maybe! Wally and I are on his side... the whole time!

Wally: Howdy! Now is your chance! Catch! (Throws a Balance Potion to Howdy.)

Howdy: (catches a Balance Potion while standing up determined) Thanks, guys!

[Howdy runs to Poppy as he puts Balance Potion on Poppy's beak while holding it as Poppy is shocked while Wally and Frank look determined and Howdy looks cautious as they look at Poppy, then Howdy pulls out of it, then Wally and Frank lets her go after drinking Balance Potion while Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie watching horrified in the background.]

Frank: Come on! Let's get out here!

[Wally, Frank, and Howdy run away from Poppy screams and glows in red around her. Wally, Frank, and Howdy finally get out of Home, then they notice Home's eyes glowing red which they start to worry about Home.]

Wally: Just getting away from Home! (Howdy runs inside Home.) Howdy? What are you doing?

[Howdy runs out and lifts a big drawer, he closes the door and puts it down to block, which Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie mutter in worried as they're trapped in Home while Wally and Frank are surprised as Howdy joins them in worried.]

Frank: Oh! That!

[Wally, Frank, and Howdy looking at Home who's in trembling. A blast waves around the places while Wally, Frank, and Howdy covers the light and wave force, meanwhile it hits Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie as they spit out pieces of cookies disappear with green dust on them which their eyes finally stop glowing to normal which they start confused. Wally, Frank, and Howdy uncovers as looks desperate to Home who closes his eyes, they walk slowly to the door as Howdy pulls a big drawer and then open slowly while Wally and Frank turn into a normal self as original form, then go to the kitchen as they look at Poppy who turns back to normal and passes out which Wally, Frank, and Howdy heavy breath.]

Howdy: Finally! Third infection is over! But not yet to the next one.

Frank: Yeah, I always know that, Howdy... (He grabs Howdy's lower right hand, sadly.) I'm very worried about you and Eddie.

Howdy: (yawns as let his hand go from Frank) I'm going home now... I'm so tired. Good night, guys.

[Howdy walks out of Home while Wally holds Poppy on his shoulders as he walks along her to go upstairs. Barnaby, Julie, Sally, and Eddie dust themselves off while standing up while Frank starts worrying.]

Frank: Eddie...

Eddie: Frank, what's happened?

Sally: Even Perry Preston.

Frank: (sighs in defeat) That's a lot of explaining, guys...

[Fade out as a pitched black screen, then fade into the raining day at Howdy's Place/Bugdega. Cut to the inside of it as his bedroom, Howdy laying on his bed as he got sick as he has a thermometer in his mouth as Frank takes it to look at it while Six Neighbors along him.]

Frank: Wow, Howdy. You have a serious temperature of it.

Howdy: (groans) I got a bad case after Poppy's infected event.

Frank: Yeah. You're getting too much of your major problem.

Barnaby: You must ignore it while you feel better soon.

Howdy: Thanks, Barnaby.

[Wally, Frank, and Poppy start surprised and then smile as they look at each other while Eddie looks at them suspiciously.]

Eddie: (in thought) What? What's they smiling at Barnaby? I'll tell Howdy about that for what's going on.

Frank: (holds a bowl filled with healthy greens as soup, he puts it on a drawer) Here, Howdy. You eat this soup. It's made of healthy greens.

Howdy: Thanks, Frank.

[Julie and Sally walk out Howdy's bedroom while Six Neighbors look at them.]

Barnaby: Good health, Howdy. 'Ice' see you to feel better! (Walks away.)

[Howdy laughs while Eddie puts an ice bag on Howdy's forehead as Wally, Frank, Poppy, and Eddie are confused for Howdy's laughs. Then Howdy coughs to stop laughing, then sighs to stop coughs.]

Howdy: Okay, okay! Enough the joke when I got sick.

Frank: Like 9 times.

Howdy: Yeah. That's what I said.

Frank: Anyway, I'm gonna to go.

[Wally, Frank, and Poppy walk out of Howdy's bedroom, but Frank stops the track as looks at Eddie.]

Frank: Are you coming with me, Eddie?

Eddie: I'm staying with him.

Howdy: (shocked) Again?!

Eddie: (confused) What?

Howdy: (nervously) Nothing, Eddie! Nothing!

Frank: Hmm... (In thought.) Eddie did Howdy when others left them during Poppy's infection event? I'll tell Howdy about that. (Speaks out and smiles softly.) Good luck, guys.

[Frank closes the door while Howdy and Eddie silence moment until Eddie clear throats.]

Eddie: Howdy, what's going on? Why keep going into a major event? There's something's...off...

Howdy: Sometimes, I think. (Holds a soup in lower hands as he eats it with upper left hand.) Like somebody forgot anything that happened, even you after the event.

Eddie: Not even infected people, they remember anything.

Howdy: (shocked as spits out of leaves) What?! You know Dark Phobia Events?!

Eddie: Yes, since you always ignore our friends who are already infected to barely trust them while you're feeling traumatized.

Howdy: Woah! (Puts soup on the drawer in surprise.)

Eddie: Looks, I know you're keeping avoiding me and Frank as you're hiding deep feelings of us. Can you trust me, please?

Howdy: (hisses and then sighs) Fine. I'm gonna trust you.

Eddie: Yes! (Holds Howdy's lower left hand.) Together, we're going into the next infection event!

Howdy: (quietly) Yeah, sure. (Eddie walks out of the bedroom.)

[Cut to inside of Poppy's Barn as the living room, Poppy holds her rotary phone along with Frank.]

Wally: (in Poppy's rotary phone) My best friend is gonna be the fourth infection!

Frank: Which Howdy officially surprises!

Poppy: Yeah! Very soon, Wally. (Hang out the call as the phone puts on a rotary phone, closing her eyes as take a breath.) Frank, we're gonna be excited!

Frank: Nor me.

[Poppy holds up Cookie of Poppy glowing red and puts it on a Silver Serving Tray as strings to Cookie of Poppy. She and Poppy open their eyes as the same of their The Watcher form in smiling.]

Frank and Poppy: (in eerie voices) Howdy Pillar! Fourth infected person is your favorite customer!

[Frank and Poppy laugh in a frenzy while sounds of lightning strikes, meanwhile Howdy hears Frank and Poppy's laughter while he is still laying on his bed inside the bedroom of Howdy's Place/Bugdega as he is feeling worried. Fade out as a pitched black screen.]

To be continued.

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Introduction

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ultramagicalternate · 11 days ago

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ULTRAMagic Eon 1 Chapter 31

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“My goodness, Deimos, John and Brandr can definitely play some excellent music,” Valerie commented as they made their way to the main hall of her castle.

“Most certainly,” he replied with a laugh as he carried a box of food. “I’d expect no less from a pair of sailors. You should have heard some of the tunes The Privateer of Old whipped up back in the day to alleviate his boredom on the high seas. You wouldn’t have been wrong in thinking he was The Musician of Old instead.”

Guinevere was about to comment on that as they entered the dining hall, but was interrupted by Edmund running up to a cake golem and bobbing his head at it. “Edmund, don’t!” she called out as she went to calm him, with Valerie and Deimos chuckling. “They're here to protect and take care of us,” she assured. Edmund seemed to heed those words, staring at the golem and giving one more head bob before going off to wander around the hall.

“Energetic little reptile,” Deimos remarked as he set the box down on the table. “Baxter has been asking for a pet, but I’m unsure what to get for a living planet of polymateria.”

“Maybe a simple dog or cat then, as I’d imagine they’d be easy to take care of… although, Baxter would have to keep his environments under control,” Valerie suggested. She then went to a special phone near the side entrance and entered a number into the rotary dial. “Eloise, dear, please come to the dining hall… Odd, no response,” she noted as she set down the phone.

“Perhaps she went to bed early?” Deimos reasoned.

“Potentially, but the phones are loud enough to interrupt sleep,” Guinevere pointed out, with Edmund giving Deimos a skeptical chirp.

Valerie took a deep breath as her worry grew. “Deimos, stay here and look after Edmund while Guinevere and I go check on Eloise.”

“Sure thing,” he replied as they left, with Edmund eyeing him strangely. He then stuck his hand out to pet him. “Hey there, Ed…” The playful dinosaur then leapt up to bite Deimos’ hand, causing him to quickly retract it.

Up on the second floor, Valerie opened the ornately-carved, wooden door to Eloise’s room a crack. “Sweetie? We brought you some dinner…” Receiving silence, Valerie stepped in and turned on the lights. “She’s gone!”

“What?!” Guinevere questioned as she walked in.

“Eloise!? Where are you?!”

The two looked around the whimsical room to find Eloise’s usual mess all tidied up. The bed in her loft was made, her book and media shelves were all straightened out, the wardrobe was the neatest it had ever been, and the lounge was spic and span. Valerie was ready to tear the castle apart until Guinevere found a note placed on the lounge coffee table. Further inspection revealed it was a letter addressed to them.

“Mother, come here,” Guinevere called out.

Valerie took the plain parchment and read it aloud. Eloise had seen the duel and relented on her anger. She was proud of her mother as she had fought well and it was clear that she had not actually given up. Blood-Wraith had earned his victory and was clearly fit to protect the Cosmos, but Eloise still felt that she needed to take matters into her own hands. One way or another, she would go out and build her might to conquer The Unlight… or at the very least, come back with a force strong enough to protect it. Valerie was beside herself in worry, unsure what to think.

Back at the dining hall, Deimos was guiding a magical orb around with his finger, with Edmund eagerly chasing after it like a hyperactive cat. “Hey, you two… where’s Eloise?”

“We don’t know,” Guinevere answered.

Valerie inhaled to keep her emotions in check. “She’s… she’s gone off on some foolish quest. I should have… Damn it! I should have seen this coming! Deimos, your magic is greater than mine could ever be. Is there anything you can do?”

Deimos sighed in uncertainty as all of it was incredibly sudden. He carefully contemplated what to do as he stroked his chin, the coarseness of his stubble scratching his fingers. “Well, it’s going to be 50-50, but I do know someone who could help. One second…” He put his fingers in his mouth and gave a quick whistle.

A second later a screaming, mauve flame appeared from the floor and out stepped a young man in a college uniform with dark aqua hair and amber eyes. The golems were startled by the terrible presence of the man, but Valerie gestured for them to remain at ease. “Hey, Deimos!” The Screaming God said. “It’s a bit late and I was studying for an exam, but I need to let my head rest. What do you need?”

“Scream, Eloise ran off on her own and Valerie’s worried sick. Can you find her for us?”

The Screaming God glanced at the Ter Avest’s, back to Deimos, and then looked up at the ceiling to think. “I mean, um, I can go find her if you want…”

“Can you bring her back too?” Guinevere inquired.

“Not really…”

Deimos was a bit confused by that. “What’s the matter, Scream? Is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s just that this is important and I get where Eloise is coming from…”

“Screaming God, please bring her back,” Valerie besetached. “I know I am in no position to ask this of you, but I at least want to say goodbye to her.”

The Screaming God chuckled as he could not refuse a concerned mother and knew what she was trying to do. “Alright. She won’t be thrilled, but I’ll see what I can do. Give me a couple of minutes…”

A strange door of metal and stone appeared in the dining hall, with The Screaming God departing through it. The wait felt like it dragged on forever, but around five minutes later it opened and Eloise was pushed through. She was dressed in durable traveler's clothes and wore a comfy cloak that looked quite warm. All of it was a far cry from her usual armor and dresses. Notably she looked incredibly annoyed as the door vanished.

“Hey!” she exclaimed at the dissipating cloud that had been the door. “What’s the big idea?!”

“Eloise!” Valerie cried as she hugged her daughter. “What has gotten into you?! You know it’s dangerous to go out on your own right now!”

She took a step back once let go and grunted. “Mom… Mom! Look, I get it now: You’re trusting Blood to keep the Unlight safe. Fine, I trust him too. I need to do this though! I need to get stronger!”

“But sweetie…”

“But nothing. If I can’t beat you, then what chance do I stand against Gudrun and Anne? Ground me all you want, mom-I’ll just keep sneaking out!”

“And we can’t convince you to train with the guild?” Guinevere questioned.

Eloise crossed her arms and turned away. “I’ve made up my mind, sister.”

Valerie shook her head and sighed. She knew she was not going to convince her daughter otherwise and smiled as she had the same level of determination in her youth. “Fine, but on several conditions, Eloise…”

“Eh?” She was confused as she turned around, having expected more pushback. “Conditions?”

“You are still grounded, but I am willing to suspend that until you are finished. You will have to spend a week here when you return.”

“Um, sure?”

“And you must stay in contact with us, be it a letter or phone call. Ask us or the guild for help if things get out of hand, no matter what.”

Eloise shrugged. “Fair enough, I guess…”

“And lastly, please have some dinner and stay the night. Desislav and the others did a fantastic job on the feast; and you wouldn’t want to start this journey tired and hungry, would you?”

Seeing her family’s concerned, yet hopeful looks, Eloise sighed. She wanted to strike out on her own, but on the other hand she had to admit to herself that she was being a bit headstrong. “Oh alright,” Eloise conceded as she noticed Deimos setting up some plates of delicious smelling food. She then hugged her mother and sister. “You’ve got me, I’m actually pretty hungry… What’s Deimos doing here though?”

“Oh don’t mind me, Eloise,” he said as he sat back down. “I just want to get to know your mother and see her no-doubt-incredible research.”

Eloise nodded, reading him like an open book. “Ah, I see… well welcome to the castle, Deimos.” She then noticed the little dinosaur steadily bobbing its head at her. “Hey, Guinevere? Is this…?”

She nodded with a proud smile. “Yup. His name is ‘Edmund.’”

After waiting a second for him to calm down, Eloise petted the curious dinosaur to the response of a happy series of chirps. “Aw, cool. I couldn’t leave before getting to meet this little, scaly nugget…” She then took her seat at the head of the table, picked up a fork and knife, and cut into a piece of thick, juicy steak. The savory aroma was a delight to her nose, making her glad she chose to stay for the night.

“Now, Eloise, could you tell us what you’re planning?” Valerie asked as she and Guinevere took a seat.

“I do want it to be a bit of a surprise and it is a bit nebulous at the moment, but I can give you some general ideas of what I have in mind…”

The following day, Blood-Wraith, Dragoslava, and Ultimatum were heading to Ironfire station with The Future Squad to see them off. With Valerie all taken care of, there was no need for them to remain in the past. It was bittersweet as everyone had grown attached to the four, but it was for the best. Besides, they would all meet again in due time. Blood-Wraith was quietly taking it the hardest as he was still worried for them (especially Will). As the whistle for The Ertheval Express screeched in anticipation of its return voyage, Will and Rostislav stopped to address the others.

“Well, guys, it’s been a blast, but our train’s here,” Rostislav said as he glanced at the passenger cars. “Looks like we have to head back.”

“Yeah,” Blood-Wraith admitted. “I’m going to miss all of you. Tell Vlastimir and Ekaterina we said hi, Will.”

“Will do, Blood.” Will then noticed that Ludwig was not heading to the car with them. “Hey, Ludwig? Coming with?”

“You guys go ahead. Zal-Rint and Schwarzes asked me to hang back and take care of some things in the past.”

A bit curious, Will glanced over to Ultimatum. “Schwarzes?”

He nodded, sensing the expected unease over timeline concerns. “Don’t worry, Dad, it’s all minor stuff meant to happen that we specifically need his expertise for.”

“Interesting,” Yale commented. “Still a little concerning, so we’ll definitely have to ask about it when we get back, Will.”

“Agreed,” he replied.

“Oh, Will,” Blood-Wraith interjected. “Don’t forget to hang out with me when you get back. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing at the moment. And hey, maybe we’ll even unlock your memories.”

“Don’t worry, Blood, I’ll take us over to The Critical Chance Arcade the minute I… wait, what?”

The others laughed and said their final goodbyes as the train gave another toot of the whistle. Once the passengers were seated and ready, the mighty locomotive gave a loud, long whistle and belched out a plume of steam from its chimney as it slowly pushed forward. The sound of the wheels pulling the colossal weight of the train overwhelmed other noises as the rhythm began to speed up. Will and Rostislav opened their windows and waved goodbye as The Ertheval Express left the station, eventually vanishing into a magical mist once it was out far enough. Blood-Wraith stared at the empty tracks for a moment, with Dragoslava patting him on the back to comfort him. Once he was ready, the four went outside to a bright, sunny, cerulean sky with a gentle breeze caressing their faces.

Ludwig sighed as he assumed his true form, his electrified fur shining in the sunlight. “And now it's time to go find The Colossus… wish me luck,” he said as he stretched out his wings. With a running start, he leapt into the air with several, strong wingbeats.

Dragoslava shook her head with a smile and crossed her arms as Ludwig disappeared into the horizon with a crack of thunder. “What a wild ride that was… So, Schwarzes, I take it it’s going to get crazier from here on out?”

He nodded with a nervous chuckle. “You guys have no idea… for better or for worse.”

Blood-Wraith grew a bit concerned over that answer, but shook it off. “Well no use worrying about the guild’s future, as I’d say it’s pretty bright if we’ve got great members like them. I think we can handle whatever The Eternal Order is going to throw at us…”

“Right you are, Blood,” Ultimatum said with confidence.

“Schwarzes, were you supposed to say that?”

“No, but I’m saying it anyway, ha!” This made Blood-Wraith and Dragoslava laugh, as his cavalier attitude was comforting.

Next: Epilogue

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velmex11 · 2 months ago

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South America Agriculture Drone Market Size, Share, Trends, Demand and Growth

South America Agriculture Drone Market - Size, Share, Demand, Industry Trends and Opportunities

South America Agriculture Drone Market, By Offering (Hardware, Software, and Services), Drone Type (Fixed Wing Drones, Multi Wing Drones, and Others), Capacity (15 to 20 Liters, 10 to 15 Liters, 5 to 10 Liters, Up to 5 Liters, and Others), Flight Mode (Manual, Semi-Autonomous, and Autonomous), Operation Mode (Standard Mode, Remote Control Mode, and Customized Mode), Sales Channel (OEM and Aftermarket), Application (Mapping & Surveying, Precision Agriculture, Crop Dusting & Spraying, Monitoring Field Conditions, Planting & Seeding, Livestock Management, Irrigation Monitoring, and Others) - Industry Trends.

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**Segments**

The South America Agriculture Drone Market can be segmented based on Type, Component, Application, and Country. In terms of Type, the market can be categorized into Fixed Wing Drones, Rotary Blade Drones, and Hybrid Drones. Fixed-wing drones are known for their longer flight times and efficiency in covering large areas, making them ideal for crop monitoring and mapping. On the other hand, rotary blade drones offer more flexibility and are better suited for close-range aerial imaging. Hybrid drones combine the features of both types, providing versatility in agricultural operations. When it comes to Components, the market segments include Hardware (Sensors, Camera, Navigation Systems) and Software (Data Management, Imaging Software). These components play a crucial role in enabling drones to collect, process, and analyze data for precision farming practices. In terms of Application, the market can be segmented into Crop Monitoring, Field Mapping, Variable Rate Application, Livestock Monitoring, and Others. Each application serves a specific purpose in optimizing agricultural processes and enhancing overall productivity. Geographically, the market is segmented into countries such as Brazil, Argentina, and others, each with its unique agricultural landscape and adoption of drone technology.

**Market Players**

- DJI - Parrot Drones SAS - PrecisionHawk - AeroVironment, Inc. - Yamaha Motor Co., Ltd. - DroneDeploy - AgEagle Aerial Systems - and more.

The South America Agriculture Drone Market is witnessing significant growth driven by several key factors. One of the primary growth drivers is the increasing adoption of precision agriculture practices in the region. Agriculture drones play a crucial role in enabling farmers to monitor crop health, optimize irrigation, and manage resources effectively. The integration of advanced technologies such as artificial intelligence and machine learning further enhances the capabilities of agriculture drones, allowing for more precise data collection and analysis. Additionally, government initiatives supporting the use of drones in agriculture, coupled with the rising awareness among farmers about the benefits of drone technology, are fueling market growth.

Despite the promising growth prospects, the South America Agriculture Drone Market faces certain challenges that could impede its expansion. One such challenge is the high initial investment required for adopting drone technology in agriculture. The cost of drones, sensors, and software can be a barrier for small and medium-sized farmers looking to integrate drones into their operations. Moreover, regulatory hurdles and privacy concerns regarding data collection and drone usage pose challenges for market players and farmers alike. Ensuring compliance with regulations and addressing privacy issues are crucial for the sustainable growth of the agriculture drone market in South America.

In conclusion, the South America Agriculture Drone Market presents lucrative opportunities for market players offering innovative drone solutions for the agricultural sector. By focusing on technological advancements, strategic partnerships, and tailored solutions for different agricultural applications, companies can capitalize on the growing demand for agriculture drones in the region.

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South America Agriculture Drone Market segmentation analysis includes qualitative and quantitative research, including the impact of economic and non-economic aspects.

South America Agriculture Drone Market and supply forces that are affecting the growth of the market.

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