Inside the Book: Robotic Sharks by Bridget Chase, A Sci Fi Adventure Short
An off-shore mining compound is under siege by… take a guess. Yep, robotic sharks!
Miller is an old fart; the compound explodes and he has to fine a way out. Cal is a scientist on his way to the compound in a underwater monorail. Obviously, shit goes bad. There are two female characters, Liz and Unknown Bikini Girl 1. Heather, plays Unknown Bikini Girl 1, and hopes that the role in the movie ‘Robotic Sharks’ will re-ignite her career. Liz is hot as f%$# and basically like everyone else in the story, fights for her life.
This is experimental fiction, in regards to being a wild multi-layered narrative, that I’m pretty proud of.
Sample:
Chapter 1
The lights were out. Shimmering water paraded across the walls. Outside the living quarters, a neon ‘particle reactor’ burned red radiation through the window.
Miller sprinkled food over the top of the fish tank. His beautiful pets swam circles in an excited feeding frenzy.
Miller, played by an old Steven Seagal, put the cap back on the container. He walked to his chair.
A glass of Brandy waited for him on the side table.
Miller sat back in the leather arm chair, placed his headphones back on his head, and picked up his glass.
Cyberpunk music played. The fish tank teased hypnotic notes of fluid eroticism. The Brandy burned down his throat.
The scene called for Miller to look troubled, as if longing for something lost long ago. When shooting the movie scene Steven Seagal thought about his ponytail and the way it used to whip in the air while he snapped bad guys’ bones.
Miller’s eyes were distant. His aged face held stoic flavors of a recipe built from pain and loss.
The director yelled, “CUT!” Seagal walked back to his trailer. A single tear ran down his cheek. He looked off to the horizon. In the setting sun, he saw his ponytail dancing like a phantom in the tropical colors of the sunset.
∞
“You gonna’ fuck ‘er?”
“Fuck yeah I am. Shee-it! I took her to ‘Red Lobster and such’ last week. Real classy shit,” Phil said to his friend and coworker Goop.
Goop pushed a dolly. “That be mighty classy. Hope her pussy be thankin’ ya for such extrav a’ gence. She got a sista?”
Together they walked down the ramp that led to the cracked asphalt. It was the middle of the night. A worn trail in the over grown weeds laid ahead.
“Yeah, be thinkin’ she said some’fin about a sista’,” Phil said. He lifted his trucker cap and scratched his balding, greasy hair with infected ‘badly clipped’ fingernails. “But if she does. I be the one goin’ after her. I’ll tell ye what. Always been ‘this fellers’ dream to bag a pair of sistas.”
“Awe hell,” Goop said. He up righted the dolly which held two unmarked barrels. “This one here’s got a leak.”
Phil inspected the line of neon yellow liquid running down the side of the barrel. “Shee-it, just hurry an’ dump it will ya.”
Goop hitched his shoulders. He placed a foot to the dolly and tipped it back.
They walked together through the ‘worn down trail’ in the weed covered bayou. Arriving at the usual spot Goop stood the dolly upright and then tilted it forward. The two unmarked barrels fell.
SPLASH!
Phil moved to the edge of the water and with the toe of his boot gave them a gentle push.
The drums floated toward the mass of other decomposing barrels that filled the swamp right off the coast.
“Dang-it!” Goop said irritated. He pulled out a diseased handkerchief and wiped away the yellow sludge that had dripped on his forearm.
“I’s thinkin’,” Phil said,. “If it don’t work out with Sally. Maybe wez’ outta’ throw our money together and get our peckers wet at Jezebel’s Pearl Theater.”
Goop pushed the empty dolly in front of him. Together they went back toward the nondescript warehouse.
“Mmm, sounds mighty fine. Been a while fer this feller. Whenz’ pay day this month?”
They arrived at the backdoor of the building. Phil handed Goop a respirator mask.
“I think next Tuesday,” Phil said. He slipped the mask over his face and opened the door.
“Damn, what’s we gonna’ do with er’selves for a week?” Goop asked.
“I don’t know,” Phil said. He opened the door.
Toxic plumes of smoke swirled out in sweet cotton candy colors. The vapor rose and disappeared into the night sky.
They entered the building.
∞
Damn these sheets.
She kicked her feet and rolled to her side.
Half her face was pressed against the pillow. Long, dark strands of hair draped her face.
I’m never getting to sleep.
The neon numbers of the clock fought against the darkness.
They read, ‘4 am’.
Liz sighed. She threw the bed sheets aside and sat up. The cool air licked her naked body.
A young Angelina Jolie played the character of Liz. The casting directors had difficulty in locking down one of Jolie’s clones for the movie role. Many were already starring in other films and the ‘Jolie Farm’ where Angelina incubated her clones could only produce so many. The film ‘Robotic Shark’ got lucky. The young Jolie pulled hordes of men to the theater. Suicide rates rose after opening weekend. It was theorized that, in the ‘lonely and unfulfilling’ state of society, her beauty had left too many male audience members love sick.
Liz brushed languid locks of dark hair away from her face. The sound of the ocean outside played rhythmic melodies of isolation.
She got out of bed and wrapped a thin silky robe around her body. It drifted behind her as she walked like a ghost through dry ice. She stood before a pair of bay windows.
Moonlight slipped in and kissed the curves of her body.
The ocean outside undulated in angry contortions- ceaseless and never ending.
Red laser pinpoints danced in pairs under the ocean’s dark depths.
Her nerves sizzled at the murderous clouds building in the sky.
Chapter 2
There were no windows.
David Hasselhoff, who plays the character Cal, couldn’t even feel the movement of the racing subterranean monorail.
The military is unbelievable, Cal thought, when compared to the grid locked vehicles that congest the roadways on the surface in arthritic pain.
He was a little disgusted that this technology wasn’t for the public sector.
No matter, he had other issues needing his attention.
Cal’s ‘sunburnt skin’ glowed in the fluorescent lights of the minimalistic interior.
Two hundred miles crossed in a little over twenty minutes. He looked at his cup of coffee. Filled to the rim, the surface remained undisturbed.
“Mr. Dennison,” a man wearing trendy clothing spoke. He walked toward Cal.
“Yes?”
“We will be arriving in ten minutes. I am sorry to bother you but I was instructed to give you this.” The man with blonde hair, every strand in place, held out a manila envelope. ‘D H 1522B’ was handwritten in black on the cover.
“Thank you,” Cal said and accepted it.
The man gave a slight bow of his head. Turned and walked back towards the front.
Cal leaned into the isle and watched the man disappear behind a set of sliding doors.
I thought I was alone on this train. The steady silence directed his ears to the barely audible ambiance.
A light melody of violins twirled in rising octaves. They floated through the cabin like butterfly wings in spring. The scent of wild flower complimented the glossy white interior walls.
Cal looked down at the small bonsai tree on the coffee table in front of him- a touch of nature where it didn’t belong.
∞
She was known as Unknown Bikini Girl 1.
Heather had killer tits. Her ‘girls’ were to thank for getting the movie role. Though ‘Unknown Bikini Girl 1’ was not a prestigious character name, she hoped it would open more doors as an actress.
Heather’s only other role had been as Jessica Rabbit in ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’. Currently, she had trouble landing work. Her curves defined her, but she believed she had more to offer.
Her opening scene was complete trash and featured minimal acting. She still brought her best performance. The future was yet unwritten and Heather hoped ‘someone’ with the right connections would see her in this film.
Ryan was on top of her. Sweat dripped down the lovers’ skin.
Unknown Bikini Girl 1 gripped the covers with her fists. She moaned as the ‘off shore mechanic’ plowed her with the diligence of a blue collar worker.
A distant noise, followed by shaking, made both the lovers stop.
Unknown bikini Girl 1 was topless. BOOOOM! An explosion echoed through the off shore structure. Her tits leapt and several cameras filmed ‘close ups’ of the jostles that rippled through her breasts.
“What the hell?” Ryan pulled out. He twisted and looked off to the corner of the room listening to the growing rumble.
Unknown Bikini Girls 1’s knees where high and her tits lifted in unison with her expanding rib cage as she breathed. Even in the harsh fluorescent lights Heather’s red hair shone like glossy strawberry syrup at Willy Wonka’s Candy Factory.
SHIK-KA BOOOOM! Instantly, angry fire replaced the walls.
Ryan was thrown off the bed; SLAM! He hit the wall.
Unknown Bikini Girl 1 fell to the floor behind the over turned bed.
The whole building structure tipped. Ryan followed by smaller furniture pieces rolled across the slanting floor. Unknown Bikini Girl 1 watched with wide eyes.
∞
The explosion made Miller drop his drink. The golden liquid spilled onto the carpet.
In an instant, the whole building tipped sideways. The chair he sat in slid towards the wall.
Miller knew ‘too well’ the shit they were in. If the off shore mining compound fell into the sea hundreds would die.
He wasn’t going to be one of them.
Miller got to his feet and stumbled. POW! He fell against his kitchen cabinets. He pushed himself forward toward the door. All his ‘apartment shit’ smashed against the wall.
His living quarters were a hundred feet above the ocean. Miller reached for the door handle a second too late. His body went into free fall. All the furniture floated in the air.
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