The Base Humanity Integration Project Ep3

Hey everyone. Today was a good day at school except I did have a seizure and jerked to my right, hitting a big storage closet in the classroom. It hurt, but I'm okay now. Anyway, the next episode in The Base Humanity Integration Project is here. Be sure to review previous episodes if you need to!

The Base Humanity Integration Project

Episode 3:Dinner and a Show

         Allen couldn't make sense of the dinner the family laid out for him. Bottles filled with strangely colored fluids. Each bottle had a label on it that Allen could hardly pronounce. He felt like he had entered a chemistry classroom. Once the mother put the colored bottles in a pattern that Allen couldn't discern the family started eating. They picked up the bottles and poured the liquids into their metallic mouths.

        “Why aren't you eating Mr. Ross?” young Jessica Samson asked with a curious look on her iron face. Allen could tell the girl was also still startled by his base human face and glasses.

        “You don't need to call me Mr. Ross. You can just call me Allen.” he responded as he couldn't think of what to say to her original question. He nervously swept his long, red bangs away from his face. He looked at the bottles, he couldn't bring himself to grab any of them, but he was afraid he was being rude.

        “I can't believe I forgot!” the father said while the lines of platinum and gold shone on his skin. “Allen can't process normal food like us.” the father got up and got what looked like a candy bar the size of a sandwich from a cabinet in the kitchen. The father placed this with a bottle of water in front of Allen. “This is the food the government gave us for you. I hope it tastes good.” Allen picked up the bar and removed the wrapper from it. It looked like a blue tinted chocolate. His first bite tasted like peanut butter, with the bite after that tasting like some sort of mint ice cream. He noticed that there were multiple flavors arranged in blocks. His taste buds went from lobster to apples as he ate the gigantic bar. He enjoyed the flavors, even when they clashed.

       “This is very good!” Allen told them with a smile on his face. He washed the bar happily down with water.

       “Figures he would be easy to please.” Jacob said while he chugged some liquid from one of the bottles. The black liquid matched the pieces of plastic in the teenage cyborg's skin.

        “Watch your attitude.” the grandfather grumbled while he looked the boy straight in the eyes. “Don't make me tell you again boy.” his normally joyous face became solemn and his steel skin started to look dead. Jacob grew silent and ate a few more bottles of food before staring off to his right.

        “So Allen please tell us some things about yourself.” the mother said with an awkward grin on her face, as if she had been breathing in the socially awkward air like smoke.

Allen fumbled for words before tangling together a response like wires. “Well, um, I don't like sports besides soccer. I like video games, the old ones before virtual reality. That's mostly the only stuff my family could afford. But don't worry about that. I guess I like history and trivia books too.” Allen couldn't come up with anything else. “I need to clean glasses.” there was only a tiny smudge, but enough to be an excuse.

         “There are some napkins next to the fridge dear.” the mother told him. Allen walked over to them slowly, as if he was carrying some weight on his back. The cyborgs started talking about him behind his back. He wondered if the cyborgs honestly thought base human hearing was so bad that he couldn't hear them, though they were making some attempt to whisper.

         “Daddy, how long will he be staying with us?” little Jessica asked, now sounding happy about it all.

        “Well, after two years he'll be evaluated, but he can stay with us as long as he wants to.” the father responded.

         “I can tell he's a good kid.” the grandfather said with confidence.

          “I like him.” the mother spoke with a smile.

          “I like him too.” Rose, the older daughter said meekly.

“Rose, that's just because you have some deviant fetish for the dumb animals.” Jacob growled at her.

“Jacob. Leave.” the grandfather stared at him and pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor. “I've had enough of your attitude.”

“Fine. I'm full anyway.” as he walked away he grumbled, “Not my fault she likes the impure, shallow, weak, disease ridden animals. That thing should be in its own country, it shouldn't be here dirtying up our home.” he marched to his room like a soldier with a bullet in his back. Allen waited a moment before returning to the table.

        “Allen, Jacob left for his room, maybe something in the food upset him.” the mother was a terrible liar as she almost twitched when she spoke. “Please tell us more about yourself. Then maybe we can show you your room.”

CONTINUED IN EPISODE 4

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