Post by RaceFanX on Mar 10, 2009 1:16:49 GMT -5
MOCK BRITISH TV INDENT: (pretend the voiceover plays over the video)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f6Zz1VCkoc
British TV Announcer: You are watching BBC2. And now those lovable dalmatian pups return for the sixth part of their new ongoing serial. It's thrills, chills and even a few laughs as mankind faces total destruction in 101 Dalmatians: "Eyes of the Beholder"
Just a little light joke before this intense scene. Don't worry if you don't get it, that has no affect whatsoever on the fic itself. I'm just spoofing how some British channels introduce their shows for kicks. Thank you for the kind words in response to PART 4 and I hope PART 5 is equally good.
Doc and K-4.5 arrived in Davey Allison Park slightly ahead of schedule. It was deliberate, while Doc didn't know what to expect of Epsilon he was taking no chances.
"Alright K-4.5, when we get to the meeting spot I want you to hang back out of sight. Activate your audio recording equipment and tape the entire conversation. Use MP3 format, .wav is just too low a quality," said Doc, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.
"Affirmative master," replied the little robot. Sometimes Doc wondered if the little bot was all too willing to accept his commands. Still the two proceeded thru the park.
Doc took a look around the park and had to concede that even if Epsilon did turn out to be shady character he did have great taste in scenery. The grass was the brightest shade of green, and the water of a small creek that ran thru the park shined with the refection of the bright blue mostly cloudless sky.
For April it was unusually warm and the park was alive with sounds of visitors. Entire families of humans were out to enjoy a brilliant Saturday in the park. Fathers and sons played catch, there was laughter coming from a family reunion in a pavillion area and the wonderful sounds of an ace saxophone player danced thru everyone's ears. There was even a little league baseball game going on. Doc also couldn't help but enjoy all the smells, several families were using their day in the park for picnics and cookouts. The delicious odors of steaks, hot dogs, cold cut sandwiches, ribs, cole slaw and corn on the cob all drifted into his nose. YUM YUM! It was like a day more suited to July than April. Were it not for the fact he was here on business, Doc would love nothing more than wait around for someone to drop something and allow him the chance for a light afternoon snack.
Still business was business. Epsilon had not specified where to meet him in the park so Doc just headed for the center of it. The center was marked by a bronze statue of a happy young man with a moustache wearing a race car driver's uniform with the Texaco logo on it, his left arm raised skyward as if in victory. It's inscription read simply "Forever a champion in our hearts." Doc really didn't know who it was supposed to be but it must have been a heartfealt tribute to someone. As Doc stood by the statue, K-4.5 took a position in hiding behind a near by bush. the little round red disc in the center of the red plastic bar that represented his eyes extended outward on a metal rod, forming into a little satellite dish shape as he began to record as instructed. After a few more minutes of waiting the border collie arrived.
"Ah Doc, I see you've made it. Wonderful, simply wonderful," said Epsilon. "Shall we get down to business then?," he asked.
"I would expect nothing less," said Doc.
"Good, then follow me. Nothing like a good walk in the park to talk business over," replied Epsilon.
UT OH! Doc hadn't planned for the talk to done while moving. K-4.5 might not be able to record as well if they were walking. Still, he didn't want Epsilon to suspect a recording and went along with the plan.
"Sure, why not," said Doc. K-4.5 is a clever little bot, he can fend for himself thought Doc as he joined Epsilon in walking down a path that ran next to the creek. K-4.5 detected what was happening, the bot adjusted the levels of audio pickup and proceeded to slowly follow behind at a great distance.
"So how much do you know about me Doc?," asked Epsilon, slightly relaxing the facade he'd been putting up all day.
"Well let's see. You're an alien, you have mind control powers and you seem to enjoy showing off both of those facts," replied Doc.
"Correct on all three points," replied Epsilon.
"You also seem to be a bit of an enviromentalist," added Doc.
"Again, right on the money," said Epsilon. This Doc was sharper than he looked, course he looked like he got his fashion sense from the mid to late 1970s thought Epsilon to himself. Still he would make a worthy ally if I could get him to come around.
"You also seem to like to brag, like that claim that you can cure global warming. If the greatest human scientists can't do it, what makes you think one little sheepdog puppy can?" asked Doc.
"I assure you I can Doc and it's a very simple fix, cut the problem off at its source," said Epsilon. The collie was starting to smile slightly.
"And how would you do that? Make the humans stop using fossil fuels? It can't be done, they'd never agreed to it," said Doc.
"I can make them agree Doc and when the time comes I will, they are no match for my superior intellect," replied Epsilon. Suddenly it hit Doc what the collie was planning.
"Your mind control, you'd make the humans agreed by forcing them to agree," said an incresingly alarmed Doc. "That's not right," he added.
"And who's to say letting the humans contuine their pollution-fueled road to enviromental destruction is right. Myself, I think human beings are a poison. They controlled my home world just as they control this one and similarily ran it into the ground before us dogs rose up and took it from them," said Epsilon proudly. "I'll do the same thing here. Get rid of the humans, get rid of the problem," he added. Doc was horrified.
"You're mad! That's mass extinction!," he shouted. Never would he stand by and let Epsilon use his powers to kill billions of innocent humans.
"Wrong, mass assimilation!" replied Epsilon in an unstressed tone.
"What?" replied Doc.
"I have no plans to directly kill any humans, just improve them," said Epsilon.
"What do you mean improve them?," asked Doc.
"Perhaps I should give you a demostration," said Epsilon. He looked toward the grassy field to the left of the path, specifically at a little boy wearing a red shirt playing catch with his older brother. Doc looked on, somewhat confused but more scared than anything as he and Epsilon took up a position looking at the boy, who could not have been older than 7, thru a bush.
"Watch the boy, specifically the next time he comes over here chasing that ball" said Epsilon. Doc's fear was contuining to build. After about two minutes the boy missed catching the ball. The yellow softball rolled toward the bush and the two dogs, stopping about three feet away.
"It's showtime," said Epsilon as the boy came closer and closer to the bush. Epsilon very visually closed his eyes as the boy arrived at the scene of the ball. As the boy bent over to grab the ball, Epsilon opened his now green eyes and fired a beam that hit the boy dead on. Doc could not believe what he was seeing as the green glow engulfed the boy. The transformation that followed left Doc absolutely godsmacked. Epsilon's green beam subsided, revealing the boy now an Alaskian Husky puppy with a red collar.
"Dear sweet God," said Doc in absolute shock.
"And now the kicker," replied Epsilon smuggly.
"What?" replied Doc, still in shock as he watched the new husky panicing as he used his new paws to feel his new pointed ears and muzzle.
Epsilon again blinked his eyes, switching to the red mind control color. Again the beam hit the husky.
"You are a good little doggie. You are housebroken and obediant. Now, pick up the ball in your teeth and contuine playing fetch with your master," ordered Epsilon. Instantly the husky quit panicing and followed Epsilon's orders.
"Contact has been made," replied the husky emotionlessly. Suddenly the new dog had a very happy attitude and gleefully grabed the softball in his canine teeth and ran back to his brother, err, master who gladly threw it again for him to chase.
"Ta-da. One less human, one more loyal dog," replied Epsilon proudly.
Doc still couldn't believe what he just saw.
"What in the name of Rasillon have you done," asked Doc shocked.
"That my friend is the answer to the enviromental problem," said Epsilon. "You see with my mind control, I can make folks do anything I want them to. But there's a problem, it only works on dogs and not humans but since I have the power to turn humans into dogs I can easily get around it," he continued. "My body even emits a secondary wave when I use the green eyes that alters memories, his brother there won't even remember he was ever human," he added.
"Alright, you've made your point. Change the boy back," said Doc now beginning to get angry.
"Couldn't do it even if I wanted to. On Skayninia, dogs developed this ability as a weapon to take over the planet. No way were we going to breed in a way to undo the progess it could make. There is no way to reverse it. Now the mind control thing is unique to me, it can wear off if I order a time limit into it but otherwise it's impossible to reverse without a proper chemical mixture," said Epsilon. His attention turned back to the husky.
"'Fido' over there can get use to Milk Bones for about five hours before I convert over the rest of the humans and remake society to fit my plans. Think about it Doc, a world with dogs in charge. No more being eaten in Asia or having purebreed puppies killed if they don't look a certain way," said Epsilon. "No more being abused by humans, no more neutering! Canine-kind will be much better off once we're running the show," he added. The proposal did sound a little tempting but after a brief moment of thought Doc rejected it.
"That's all well and good but I like things the way they are," said Doc. "Not all humans are good but a dang good number are, forcing such a heavy lifestyle change on them is wrong. They have just as much right to exist as any other creature including us," he added proudly.
"I guess I mis-judged you Doc. I thought you could be a very valuable ally and help me with my plan. Sadly, you've proved to be no better than any of those worthless humans," said Epsilon angrily. Doc backed off the path into the sandy area near the shallow creek, he used one of his front paws to discreetly pick up some sand and Epsilon drew nearer.
"Alas. I've told you too much to let you go back to farm and tell the others what I'm planning, not like they'd believe you anyway after that stunt you pulled this morning. No matter, hope you like doing nothing but a mindless drone to do my bidding," said Epsilon as his eyes closed. Doc know what was coming next. When Epsilon opened them to reveal the red color Doc threw the sand right into his wide open pupils.
"Ah!" shouted Epsilon as he was briefly blinded by the sand.
Doc turned tail and ran as fast as he could to get away, briefly cutting down the shallow creek so Epsilon would not be able to track his scent. Doc had to get back to the farm and get help or the lovely Saturday would turn into a very dog day afternoon for the entire human race.
K-4.5 stopped recording, his little dish retracting back into the normal position. He had gotten the entire conversation. Epsilon was so caught up in trying to catch Doc, he did not even come close to noticing the little robot. Now blinded more by anger than the sand, he darted right by the robot in his pursuit of the dalmatian. K-4.5 casually pulled a u-turn and headed back toward the farm to complete his mission.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-f6Zz1VCkoc
British TV Announcer: You are watching BBC2. And now those lovable dalmatian pups return for the sixth part of their new ongoing serial. It's thrills, chills and even a few laughs as mankind faces total destruction in 101 Dalmatians: "Eyes of the Beholder"
Just a little light joke before this intense scene. Don't worry if you don't get it, that has no affect whatsoever on the fic itself. I'm just spoofing how some British channels introduce their shows for kicks. Thank you for the kind words in response to PART 4 and I hope PART 5 is equally good.
Doc and K-4.5 arrived in Davey Allison Park slightly ahead of schedule. It was deliberate, while Doc didn't know what to expect of Epsilon he was taking no chances.
"Alright K-4.5, when we get to the meeting spot I want you to hang back out of sight. Activate your audio recording equipment and tape the entire conversation. Use MP3 format, .wav is just too low a quality," said Doc, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.
"Affirmative master," replied the little robot. Sometimes Doc wondered if the little bot was all too willing to accept his commands. Still the two proceeded thru the park.
Doc took a look around the park and had to concede that even if Epsilon did turn out to be shady character he did have great taste in scenery. The grass was the brightest shade of green, and the water of a small creek that ran thru the park shined with the refection of the bright blue mostly cloudless sky.
For April it was unusually warm and the park was alive with sounds of visitors. Entire families of humans were out to enjoy a brilliant Saturday in the park. Fathers and sons played catch, there was laughter coming from a family reunion in a pavillion area and the wonderful sounds of an ace saxophone player danced thru everyone's ears. There was even a little league baseball game going on. Doc also couldn't help but enjoy all the smells, several families were using their day in the park for picnics and cookouts. The delicious odors of steaks, hot dogs, cold cut sandwiches, ribs, cole slaw and corn on the cob all drifted into his nose. YUM YUM! It was like a day more suited to July than April. Were it not for the fact he was here on business, Doc would love nothing more than wait around for someone to drop something and allow him the chance for a light afternoon snack.
Still business was business. Epsilon had not specified where to meet him in the park so Doc just headed for the center of it. The center was marked by a bronze statue of a happy young man with a moustache wearing a race car driver's uniform with the Texaco logo on it, his left arm raised skyward as if in victory. It's inscription read simply "Forever a champion in our hearts." Doc really didn't know who it was supposed to be but it must have been a heartfealt tribute to someone. As Doc stood by the statue, K-4.5 took a position in hiding behind a near by bush. the little round red disc in the center of the red plastic bar that represented his eyes extended outward on a metal rod, forming into a little satellite dish shape as he began to record as instructed. After a few more minutes of waiting the border collie arrived.
"Ah Doc, I see you've made it. Wonderful, simply wonderful," said Epsilon. "Shall we get down to business then?," he asked.
"I would expect nothing less," said Doc.
"Good, then follow me. Nothing like a good walk in the park to talk business over," replied Epsilon.
UT OH! Doc hadn't planned for the talk to done while moving. K-4.5 might not be able to record as well if they were walking. Still, he didn't want Epsilon to suspect a recording and went along with the plan.
"Sure, why not," said Doc. K-4.5 is a clever little bot, he can fend for himself thought Doc as he joined Epsilon in walking down a path that ran next to the creek. K-4.5 detected what was happening, the bot adjusted the levels of audio pickup and proceeded to slowly follow behind at a great distance.
"So how much do you know about me Doc?," asked Epsilon, slightly relaxing the facade he'd been putting up all day.
"Well let's see. You're an alien, you have mind control powers and you seem to enjoy showing off both of those facts," replied Doc.
"Correct on all three points," replied Epsilon.
"You also seem to be a bit of an enviromentalist," added Doc.
"Again, right on the money," said Epsilon. This Doc was sharper than he looked, course he looked like he got his fashion sense from the mid to late 1970s thought Epsilon to himself. Still he would make a worthy ally if I could get him to come around.
"You also seem to like to brag, like that claim that you can cure global warming. If the greatest human scientists can't do it, what makes you think one little sheepdog puppy can?" asked Doc.
"I assure you I can Doc and it's a very simple fix, cut the problem off at its source," said Epsilon. The collie was starting to smile slightly.
"And how would you do that? Make the humans stop using fossil fuels? It can't be done, they'd never agreed to it," said Doc.
"I can make them agree Doc and when the time comes I will, they are no match for my superior intellect," replied Epsilon. Suddenly it hit Doc what the collie was planning.
"Your mind control, you'd make the humans agreed by forcing them to agree," said an incresingly alarmed Doc. "That's not right," he added.
"And who's to say letting the humans contuine their pollution-fueled road to enviromental destruction is right. Myself, I think human beings are a poison. They controlled my home world just as they control this one and similarily ran it into the ground before us dogs rose up and took it from them," said Epsilon proudly. "I'll do the same thing here. Get rid of the humans, get rid of the problem," he added. Doc was horrified.
"You're mad! That's mass extinction!," he shouted. Never would he stand by and let Epsilon use his powers to kill billions of innocent humans.
"Wrong, mass assimilation!" replied Epsilon in an unstressed tone.
"What?" replied Doc.
"I have no plans to directly kill any humans, just improve them," said Epsilon.
"What do you mean improve them?," asked Doc.
"Perhaps I should give you a demostration," said Epsilon. He looked toward the grassy field to the left of the path, specifically at a little boy wearing a red shirt playing catch with his older brother. Doc looked on, somewhat confused but more scared than anything as he and Epsilon took up a position looking at the boy, who could not have been older than 7, thru a bush.
"Watch the boy, specifically the next time he comes over here chasing that ball" said Epsilon. Doc's fear was contuining to build. After about two minutes the boy missed catching the ball. The yellow softball rolled toward the bush and the two dogs, stopping about three feet away.
"It's showtime," said Epsilon as the boy came closer and closer to the bush. Epsilon very visually closed his eyes as the boy arrived at the scene of the ball. As the boy bent over to grab the ball, Epsilon opened his now green eyes and fired a beam that hit the boy dead on. Doc could not believe what he was seeing as the green glow engulfed the boy. The transformation that followed left Doc absolutely godsmacked. Epsilon's green beam subsided, revealing the boy now an Alaskian Husky puppy with a red collar.
"Dear sweet God," said Doc in absolute shock.
"And now the kicker," replied Epsilon smuggly.
"What?" replied Doc, still in shock as he watched the new husky panicing as he used his new paws to feel his new pointed ears and muzzle.
Epsilon again blinked his eyes, switching to the red mind control color. Again the beam hit the husky.
"You are a good little doggie. You are housebroken and obediant. Now, pick up the ball in your teeth and contuine playing fetch with your master," ordered Epsilon. Instantly the husky quit panicing and followed Epsilon's orders.
"Contact has been made," replied the husky emotionlessly. Suddenly the new dog had a very happy attitude and gleefully grabed the softball in his canine teeth and ran back to his brother, err, master who gladly threw it again for him to chase.
"Ta-da. One less human, one more loyal dog," replied Epsilon proudly.
Doc still couldn't believe what he just saw.
"What in the name of Rasillon have you done," asked Doc shocked.
"That my friend is the answer to the enviromental problem," said Epsilon. "You see with my mind control, I can make folks do anything I want them to. But there's a problem, it only works on dogs and not humans but since I have the power to turn humans into dogs I can easily get around it," he continued. "My body even emits a secondary wave when I use the green eyes that alters memories, his brother there won't even remember he was ever human," he added.
"Alright, you've made your point. Change the boy back," said Doc now beginning to get angry.
"Couldn't do it even if I wanted to. On Skayninia, dogs developed this ability as a weapon to take over the planet. No way were we going to breed in a way to undo the progess it could make. There is no way to reverse it. Now the mind control thing is unique to me, it can wear off if I order a time limit into it but otherwise it's impossible to reverse without a proper chemical mixture," said Epsilon. His attention turned back to the husky.
"'Fido' over there can get use to Milk Bones for about five hours before I convert over the rest of the humans and remake society to fit my plans. Think about it Doc, a world with dogs in charge. No more being eaten in Asia or having purebreed puppies killed if they don't look a certain way," said Epsilon. "No more being abused by humans, no more neutering! Canine-kind will be much better off once we're running the show," he added. The proposal did sound a little tempting but after a brief moment of thought Doc rejected it.
"That's all well and good but I like things the way they are," said Doc. "Not all humans are good but a dang good number are, forcing such a heavy lifestyle change on them is wrong. They have just as much right to exist as any other creature including us," he added proudly.
"I guess I mis-judged you Doc. I thought you could be a very valuable ally and help me with my plan. Sadly, you've proved to be no better than any of those worthless humans," said Epsilon angrily. Doc backed off the path into the sandy area near the shallow creek, he used one of his front paws to discreetly pick up some sand and Epsilon drew nearer.
"Alas. I've told you too much to let you go back to farm and tell the others what I'm planning, not like they'd believe you anyway after that stunt you pulled this morning. No matter, hope you like doing nothing but a mindless drone to do my bidding," said Epsilon as his eyes closed. Doc know what was coming next. When Epsilon opened them to reveal the red color Doc threw the sand right into his wide open pupils.
"Ah!" shouted Epsilon as he was briefly blinded by the sand.
Doc turned tail and ran as fast as he could to get away, briefly cutting down the shallow creek so Epsilon would not be able to track his scent. Doc had to get back to the farm and get help or the lovely Saturday would turn into a very dog day afternoon for the entire human race.
K-4.5 stopped recording, his little dish retracting back into the normal position. He had gotten the entire conversation. Epsilon was so caught up in trying to catch Doc, he did not even come close to noticing the little robot. Now blinded more by anger than the sand, he darted right by the robot in his pursuit of the dalmatian. K-4.5 casually pulled a u-turn and headed back toward the farm to complete his mission.