Post by RaceFanX on Mar 8, 2009 1:38:05 GMT -5
I sure hope someone other than just Bab is reading this. Oh well, I'll press on either way. This is a rather lighthearted segment, just a fun scene to lighten the mood before Doc and Epsilon's intense meeting in the next chapter...
Doc arrived at the old abandoned garage. Beat up and dusty on the outside this was were Patriot spent much of his time. An old car, a red 1980s-vintage Pontiac 6000, sat in front of the garage in what was the garage's driveway. The car had long since been parted out.
A distinct and unexpected smell suddenly hit Doc's nose, alcohol. Doc followed his nose close to building and quickly noticed its source, a 1930s-vintage moonshine still cooking up a fresh batch of "white lightning."
Doc knew the stuff. Patriot had told him about it. In the late 1920s, alcohol was ban in the United States and almost immediately bootleg booze like moonshine, a clear whiskey-like drink made from corn, became common. It's questionable legality led to drivers using fast cars to transport it from the woods where it was made into town to avoid the law. Patriot had always said those bootleggers and their fast cars were the stuff NASCAR was founded from but it surprised Doc that Patriot would cook the stuff up. He never drank, nobody on the farm did. But if the moonshine wasn't for drinking, what was it for? Oh well, he'd figure it out later. Doc casually walked away from the still and headed into the garage where Patriot was.
The interior of the garage looked like a shrine to auto racing. Posters for all kinds of motorsports hung on the walls, most notably a giant blue and white banner saying "FORD MOTORSPORTS: Welcome Race Fans!" Doc suspected Patriot likely lifted it from one of Grutley Motor Speedway's bi-annual NASCAR races.
In the middle of the garage was Patriot. The red, white and blue pup was hard at work at what looked like a race car engine. The engine looked almost done as Patriot cranked the last few screws into place with a Craftsman wrench. He picked up on Doc's presence immediately.
"With ya in a minute Doc, just want to finish this," said Patriot.
"That's fine," said Doc.
Doc looked at several of the racing posters on the wall as he waited. One read "Go Lake Speed Go!" and showed a man standing next to a blue and yellow NASCAR sponsored by Spam, another proclaimed "Kyle Petty: Heir to the Throne" while showing a driver standing next to a car sponsored by Mello Yello pop. Doc had no idea who any of these guys were. Probably no names who never won he thought to himself. Doc contuined to look around. A large vehicle that looked about the size of a large 4x4 truck lay under a tarp in corner. He also couldn't help but notice a 66 inch tall tire like the ones used on liquid fertilizer sprayers sitting against a wall. Doc was wondering what Patriot was building when his thoughts were interupted.
"FINISHED!" announced Patriot proudly. "I've been working on this engine for a month," he proudly proclaimed. "Ain't she a beauty, I salvaged and restored all the parts from wrecked vehicles in the local junkyard. This thing is 640 Cubic Inches of pure Ford Horsepower with three Predator carbs and an 871 BDS blower. I can't ," bragged Patriot.
As much as Doc understood technobabble from his love of sci-fi, he had no idea what
"Sounds...impressive," replied Doc. "Did K-4.5 drop by earilier for an oil change," he asked.
"Yes he did, I gave him the full service. Tire rotation, oil change, general maintance. I followed Techno's instructions for his CPU and changed one of his circuits that was nearly burnt out. Any idea how that happened?" asked Patriot.
"Ah, no, none whatsoever," replied Doc, knowing very well he did that last Christmas.
"Ah well, not important. Little bot's out back charging up his solar panels," said Patriot. "Should be ready in few minutes," he added.
"That's okay, I got time to kill," said Doc as he headed for the back door. "Hey Patriot, what do you think of aliens," asked Doc.
"They're alright really. Immigration is what gives America it's melting pot culture," replied Patriot.
"I meant the kind from space," corrected Doc.
"They exist!," replied a somewhat surprised Patriot.
"Yes they do. Don't you know Valria," asked Doc.
"I thought she was one of those designer mix-breed dogs rich people buy," replied Patriot. "Ah well, I guess aliens are okay. Why do you ask," he added.
"I got a meeting with one later in Davey Allison Park," replied Doc. "His name's Epsilon. Dead ringer for a border collie. He arrived on the farm this morning, says he's from Skayninia in the Sirius system. He says he can help stop global warming," said Doc.
"Stop global warming by himself, sounds like more B.S. than the finish at Talladega last year," replied Patriot.
"Ah...yeah, just like that," replied Doc who again had no idea what Patriot was talking about. "So you can see why I thought he might be some sort of hostile invader out to take over the farm," he asked.
"Maybe a little, but I don't buy much into the whole 'supernatural' thing. Were it not for the fact one of the pups can turn into a dragon I'd never believe in such folley. How do you know he's really an alien," asked Patriot.
"He can do this thing with his eyes, it's like mind control," said Doc. "I know he's probably well meaning, maybe he can do some real good for the enviroment, but I can't help but suspect an alterior motive ya know. Maybe it was becuase of my experience with Sirius ya know," he added.
"Sirius?" asked Patriot puzzled. "That satellite radio company that used to sponsor Jimmy Spencer's #7 Dodge?"
Did this dog think about anything but motorsports thought Doc to himself. Why would anyone dedicate their life to obsessing over one thing. Oh, that reminds me, Doctor Who is on late night tonight.
"No, the alien dog, he tried to take over the world. President Nosax killed him. Any of this ringing a bell," said Doc.
"I don't think I was around for that adventure, I was probably busy working on something. Was that before or after Nosax resigned in scandal and Barack Obama replaced him?," asked Patriot
"Before, but just forget it. I just don't know if this Epsilon really has the world's best interest at heart. I guess I'll find out at this meeting," said Doc. "Just in case, he is hostile I want K-4.5 to back me up."
Patriot looked a clock hung in the corner to check the time, naturally the clock's face had a picture of NASCAR driver Jeff Burton on it.
"He should be fully charged now. Either way, good luck at you meeting today Doc," said Patriot as Doc headed for the door.
"Thank you, hopefully, I won't need it," said Doc as he walked out the door. With Doc gone, Patriot turned his attention back to the racing engine.
"Now to finally finish my BIG project I've been working on since we moved to this farm!," said Patriot proudly to himself as walked over and removed the tarp from the mysterious large vehicle in the corner. The angle of view keeps just what it is obscured from view...
Out back, Doc punched in a code on the keypad on K-4.5's back and again the little robot came to life with a red glow in his eyes (not ears, I goofed in part one).
"K-4.5, are all systems functioning," Doc asked.
"Affirmative, all systems at 100 percent capacity. Systems normal," replied the robot.
"Good dog, I have an important meeting with a new dog. His name is Epsilon and he's an alien. I'd like you to come as backup," said Doc.
"Affirmative, master," replied K-4.5.
"Good, when we get there hang back. If things go south, be ready," said Doc as the two headed off toward Allison Park.
Back at the farm, Epsilon's little Q&A had come to end and Lucky was now showing him around the farm.
"And this is the main part of the barn where we watch TV, perhaps THE most important part of the farm. We take turns allotting time so we all get a chance to watch our shows," said Lucky. "Looks like Jewel has it to watch E! right now. I think Blitz has it later to watch some anime before Patch has it at around 6 to watch Thunderbolt P.I.," he added.
"Facinating," replied Epsilon. "I have heard good things about this Thunderbolt program. I look forward to being able to watch it," he added.
"You know, you're alright Epsilon," said Lucky. "Want watch some Real Hollywood Story with us until it's Blitz's turn?" he asked.
"I thank you for the offer and for showing me around Lucky but I've got to go. I told Doc I'd meet him in the park to talk out our issues," said Epsilon.
"I wouldn't worry too much about Doc. He is obsessive but harmless," said Lucky as he walked toward the TV.
"I'm not too worried," said Epsilon as he headed out the door. As the border collie walked out, Techno was walking in scribbling a design on a piece of paper.
"Techno. I talked with you about my signals earilier, now could I ask you something" asked Epsilon to the pup with the crazy orange sunglasses.
"Sure," replied Techno. "What can I help you with Epsilon?"
"Can I see that paper and pencil?," asked the collie.
"Ah sure, I guess," replied a slightly confused Techno.
Epsilon flipped over the paper from Techno's design to the blank back side. With the pencil, he sketched an amazingly detailed blueprint of some sort of device in a matter of just seconds.
"Wow, you're quick," said Techno.
"Yes I am, can you build me one of these devices? It's vital to my process of stopping global warming," said Epsilon.
"What's it do?," asked Techno.
"It just amplifies my body's signals, you know, make them stronger," said Epsilon.
"How does that help stop global warming?," asked Techno.
Epsilon looked down at the plans, casually closing his eyes as he did. The other pups were too caught up in the TV to notice what was going on.
"Well, you see, it simply..." Epsilon suddenly yanked his head revealing his now red eyes which zapped Techno. Instantly, Techno was under his control.
"Contact has been made," said the mind-controlled Techno.
"Build the device, have it ready when I return from my meeting. Tell no one about this until you bring it to me," ordered Epsilon.
"Yes master," said Techno. Techno immediately left to build it.
Everything is going to plan thought Epsilon to himself. He causually walked off to meet Doc.
Doc arrived at the old abandoned garage. Beat up and dusty on the outside this was were Patriot spent much of his time. An old car, a red 1980s-vintage Pontiac 6000, sat in front of the garage in what was the garage's driveway. The car had long since been parted out.
A distinct and unexpected smell suddenly hit Doc's nose, alcohol. Doc followed his nose close to building and quickly noticed its source, a 1930s-vintage moonshine still cooking up a fresh batch of "white lightning."
Doc knew the stuff. Patriot had told him about it. In the late 1920s, alcohol was ban in the United States and almost immediately bootleg booze like moonshine, a clear whiskey-like drink made from corn, became common. It's questionable legality led to drivers using fast cars to transport it from the woods where it was made into town to avoid the law. Patriot had always said those bootleggers and their fast cars were the stuff NASCAR was founded from but it surprised Doc that Patriot would cook the stuff up. He never drank, nobody on the farm did. But if the moonshine wasn't for drinking, what was it for? Oh well, he'd figure it out later. Doc casually walked away from the still and headed into the garage where Patriot was.
The interior of the garage looked like a shrine to auto racing. Posters for all kinds of motorsports hung on the walls, most notably a giant blue and white banner saying "FORD MOTORSPORTS: Welcome Race Fans!" Doc suspected Patriot likely lifted it from one of Grutley Motor Speedway's bi-annual NASCAR races.
In the middle of the garage was Patriot. The red, white and blue pup was hard at work at what looked like a race car engine. The engine looked almost done as Patriot cranked the last few screws into place with a Craftsman wrench. He picked up on Doc's presence immediately.
"With ya in a minute Doc, just want to finish this," said Patriot.
"That's fine," said Doc.
Doc looked at several of the racing posters on the wall as he waited. One read "Go Lake Speed Go!" and showed a man standing next to a blue and yellow NASCAR sponsored by Spam, another proclaimed "Kyle Petty: Heir to the Throne" while showing a driver standing next to a car sponsored by Mello Yello pop. Doc had no idea who any of these guys were. Probably no names who never won he thought to himself. Doc contuined to look around. A large vehicle that looked about the size of a large 4x4 truck lay under a tarp in corner. He also couldn't help but notice a 66 inch tall tire like the ones used on liquid fertilizer sprayers sitting against a wall. Doc was wondering what Patriot was building when his thoughts were interupted.
"FINISHED!" announced Patriot proudly. "I've been working on this engine for a month," he proudly proclaimed. "Ain't she a beauty, I salvaged and restored all the parts from wrecked vehicles in the local junkyard. This thing is 640 Cubic Inches of pure Ford Horsepower with three Predator carbs and an 871 BDS blower. I can't ," bragged Patriot.
As much as Doc understood technobabble from his love of sci-fi, he had no idea what
"Sounds...impressive," replied Doc. "Did K-4.5 drop by earilier for an oil change," he asked.
"Yes he did, I gave him the full service. Tire rotation, oil change, general maintance. I followed Techno's instructions for his CPU and changed one of his circuits that was nearly burnt out. Any idea how that happened?" asked Patriot.
"Ah, no, none whatsoever," replied Doc, knowing very well he did that last Christmas.
"Ah well, not important. Little bot's out back charging up his solar panels," said Patriot. "Should be ready in few minutes," he added.
"That's okay, I got time to kill," said Doc as he headed for the back door. "Hey Patriot, what do you think of aliens," asked Doc.
"They're alright really. Immigration is what gives America it's melting pot culture," replied Patriot.
"I meant the kind from space," corrected Doc.
"They exist!," replied a somewhat surprised Patriot.
"Yes they do. Don't you know Valria," asked Doc.
"I thought she was one of those designer mix-breed dogs rich people buy," replied Patriot. "Ah well, I guess aliens are okay. Why do you ask," he added.
"I got a meeting with one later in Davey Allison Park," replied Doc. "His name's Epsilon. Dead ringer for a border collie. He arrived on the farm this morning, says he's from Skayninia in the Sirius system. He says he can help stop global warming," said Doc.
"Stop global warming by himself, sounds like more B.S. than the finish at Talladega last year," replied Patriot.
"Ah...yeah, just like that," replied Doc who again had no idea what Patriot was talking about. "So you can see why I thought he might be some sort of hostile invader out to take over the farm," he asked.
"Maybe a little, but I don't buy much into the whole 'supernatural' thing. Were it not for the fact one of the pups can turn into a dragon I'd never believe in such folley. How do you know he's really an alien," asked Patriot.
"He can do this thing with his eyes, it's like mind control," said Doc. "I know he's probably well meaning, maybe he can do some real good for the enviroment, but I can't help but suspect an alterior motive ya know. Maybe it was becuase of my experience with Sirius ya know," he added.
"Sirius?" asked Patriot puzzled. "That satellite radio company that used to sponsor Jimmy Spencer's #7 Dodge?"
Did this dog think about anything but motorsports thought Doc to himself. Why would anyone dedicate their life to obsessing over one thing. Oh, that reminds me, Doctor Who is on late night tonight.
"No, the alien dog, he tried to take over the world. President Nosax killed him. Any of this ringing a bell," said Doc.
"I don't think I was around for that adventure, I was probably busy working on something. Was that before or after Nosax resigned in scandal and Barack Obama replaced him?," asked Patriot
"Before, but just forget it. I just don't know if this Epsilon really has the world's best interest at heart. I guess I'll find out at this meeting," said Doc. "Just in case, he is hostile I want K-4.5 to back me up."
Patriot looked a clock hung in the corner to check the time, naturally the clock's face had a picture of NASCAR driver Jeff Burton on it.
"He should be fully charged now. Either way, good luck at you meeting today Doc," said Patriot as Doc headed for the door.
"Thank you, hopefully, I won't need it," said Doc as he walked out the door. With Doc gone, Patriot turned his attention back to the racing engine.
"Now to finally finish my BIG project I've been working on since we moved to this farm!," said Patriot proudly to himself as walked over and removed the tarp from the mysterious large vehicle in the corner. The angle of view keeps just what it is obscured from view...
Out back, Doc punched in a code on the keypad on K-4.5's back and again the little robot came to life with a red glow in his eyes (not ears, I goofed in part one).
"K-4.5, are all systems functioning," Doc asked.
"Affirmative, all systems at 100 percent capacity. Systems normal," replied the robot.
"Good dog, I have an important meeting with a new dog. His name is Epsilon and he's an alien. I'd like you to come as backup," said Doc.
"Affirmative, master," replied K-4.5.
"Good, when we get there hang back. If things go south, be ready," said Doc as the two headed off toward Allison Park.
Back at the farm, Epsilon's little Q&A had come to end and Lucky was now showing him around the farm.
"And this is the main part of the barn where we watch TV, perhaps THE most important part of the farm. We take turns allotting time so we all get a chance to watch our shows," said Lucky. "Looks like Jewel has it to watch E! right now. I think Blitz has it later to watch some anime before Patch has it at around 6 to watch Thunderbolt P.I.," he added.
"Facinating," replied Epsilon. "I have heard good things about this Thunderbolt program. I look forward to being able to watch it," he added.
"You know, you're alright Epsilon," said Lucky. "Want watch some Real Hollywood Story with us until it's Blitz's turn?" he asked.
"I thank you for the offer and for showing me around Lucky but I've got to go. I told Doc I'd meet him in the park to talk out our issues," said Epsilon.
"I wouldn't worry too much about Doc. He is obsessive but harmless," said Lucky as he walked toward the TV.
"I'm not too worried," said Epsilon as he headed out the door. As the border collie walked out, Techno was walking in scribbling a design on a piece of paper.
"Techno. I talked with you about my signals earilier, now could I ask you something" asked Epsilon to the pup with the crazy orange sunglasses.
"Sure," replied Techno. "What can I help you with Epsilon?"
"Can I see that paper and pencil?," asked the collie.
"Ah sure, I guess," replied a slightly confused Techno.
Epsilon flipped over the paper from Techno's design to the blank back side. With the pencil, he sketched an amazingly detailed blueprint of some sort of device in a matter of just seconds.
"Wow, you're quick," said Techno.
"Yes I am, can you build me one of these devices? It's vital to my process of stopping global warming," said Epsilon.
"What's it do?," asked Techno.
"It just amplifies my body's signals, you know, make them stronger," said Epsilon.
"How does that help stop global warming?," asked Techno.
Epsilon looked down at the plans, casually closing his eyes as he did. The other pups were too caught up in the TV to notice what was going on.
"Well, you see, it simply..." Epsilon suddenly yanked his head revealing his now red eyes which zapped Techno. Instantly, Techno was under his control.
"Contact has been made," said the mind-controlled Techno.
"Build the device, have it ready when I return from my meeting. Tell no one about this until you bring it to me," ordered Epsilon.
"Yes master," said Techno. Techno immediately left to build it.
Everything is going to plan thought Epsilon to himself. He causually walked off to meet Doc.