“We
gotta find the next paw print-- and that's our second clue!”
Sherlock Holmes* #quote
Today I rode a unicorn. They're not as pretty as you think and smell
a lot worse than horses. Like a lot. Ewwwwww.... Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Techo-Surgery
Several robots loomed over one on an operating table...
“Doctor! His battery is severely corroded,” said a robot nurse.
“Get me a transplant, what are his vitals?” The doctor
responded.
“Good, sir. He can still receive wireless Internet,” reported a
second nurse.
“The battery sir!”
“Thank you. This should be simple.”
The doctor's robotic arm lowered the battery into the chest of the
steel patient. With delicate hands and power tools he swapped the
robot's old battery with a new one. Only the nurse who brought the
battery was tense. She was new on the in the hospital job and not as
faithful in the doctor's skills or witnessed a surgery by him.
Hissing started coming from the patient's innards.
The doctor looked at his assistants, “Something's wrong. What are
his vitals?”
“He's no longer getting an Internet connection! His battery is
putting in either too much power or too little for him. He's starting
to overclock!”
“No!” He turned to the other nurse, “You got me the wrong type
of battery. I need to get another one!” The doctor started to run
out of the room his iron legs pounding the floor.
A barrel of smoke then erupted from the robots body and he no longer
functioned.
The doctor barely managed to get his foot out the door when he heard
that. He turned to the nurse who got the battery. “For him to die
because you failed at doing something so simple...get out of my
sight!”
The nurse sulked out of the room shamefully while smoke from the
dead patient's body filled the room.
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