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Disclaimer: Jamie Jeans (xwing@perf.bc.ca) owns Samantha, I do have his
permission. Best Brains Productions owns Mike, Tom, and Crow, I don't
have their permission. I'm not making any money, yadda yadda yadda.
Note: Please send all comments, flames, MSTings, whatever to either
angryann@poe.org or jean_leger@mailcity.com
"Where are we, Gypsy?" Michael Nelson asked, rubbing his eyes as
he walked onto the bridge. Gypsy, a tall, purple robot with
vacuum-cleaner-like device for a head glanced over at her readings.
"We're somewhere over the United States of America. More
specifically, over the state of Virginia." Mike walked over to a port hole and
crossed his arms, regarding the view below thoughtfully.
"I don't suppose it would be possible for you to bring us lower
for a better view... would it?" The man's voice was wistful.
"Sorry, Mike," Gypsy replied, shattering Mike's glass hopes of
returning home. "It'd be impossible without Dr. F finding out." Mike
sighed, uncrossed his arms, and turned away from the view.
"I guess I'll go wake up Sam and the others. Could you start
breakfast?" he asked.
"Certainly. What would you like?"
"Just some waffles, thanks." Mike walked out of the bridge to
the sleeping quarters. Gypsy released a fairly good imitation of a sigh.
"The poor guy's so homesick, he'll crack if he can't at least get a look at Earth. The movies won't do him in, the Satellite of Love will..."
Mike stood at the Star Trek-like door leading to Samantha
Jones's sleeping quarters. He unconsciously bit his lip, then touched the
button that would allow him access to the room. The door quietly slid
open, showing Samantha laying on her bed, smiling slightly in her
sleep.
"Samantha?" Mike called softly from the doorway. "Wake up. Gypsy's making us breakfast." Samantha opened a single gray eye and glared at him sleepily.
"Leave me alone, Mike. I wanna sleep."
"I'll leave you alone when you get out of bed," Mike replied.
" 'I'll leave you alone when you get out of bed, ' " Samantha
mimicked him. She shoved off the covers and stood up. "I'm up. Now go away."
Mike's dark eyes widened perceptibly. Samantha wore a jade colored silk nightshirt that ended about five inches above her knees, revealing legs that started in mid-air and ended on the floor.
And it was a long, long trip down.
"Uh, yeah, right," Mike stammered. "I'll go get Tom and Crow."
As heturned to go to the 'bot's sleeping quarters, he felt something strange
in the air. Arguing voices floated to Mike and Samantha's ears.
"Surd died in 'Digital Doublecross'!"
"No, he DIDN'T! Jessie just trapped him in QuestWorld for all
eternity!"
"That's close enough!" A gold robot walking on stick-like legs,followed by a small silver robot with a gumball machine for a head, appeared at the end of the hall.
"Miiiiiiiiike!" Crow, the gold robot, whined. "Tell Tom that Surd died!"
"But he didn't!" Tom, the gumball machine-headed robot,
protested in the same tone. "Dying and being trapped are two very different things!"
The two humans exchanged bemused glances.
"Well, Crow, I have to agree with T--" Samantha started. Just
then, a loud, and very bad rendition of "Stayin' Alive" by the BeeGees pounded
through hidden speakers.
"What the hell--?" Tom said, swirling around.
Standing in front of an airlock were three rather
annoyed-looking young women dressed in black.
"Good God, how many times do we have to go through with this?"
grumbled the one in the middle, a tall brunette. She turned her face towards the ceiling. "IT'S "MEN IN BLACK", NOT "STAYIN' ALIVE' !" "Stayin' Alive"
quickly shut off and "Men in Black" began playing.
"Now that that's over with," said the one on the right, a
auburn-haired girl, "we can get on with introductions."
"Allow me," said the one on the left, a bespectacled brunette.
She stepped in front of the other two and said, "Hi. I'm Agent A, she's
Agent B"--she gestured to the other brunette--"and that's Agent C." She pointed to the auburn-haired girl.
"I'm Samantha Jones," Samantha said, stepping in front of her
fellow MSTiers protectively. "He's Mike Nelson, the gold robot's Crow, and the robot with a gumball machine for a head is Tom."
"Why are you here?" Mike asked.
"We've got a once-in-a-lifetime deal for your robot buds," AgentB said.
"Really? What what what?" both robots chorused.
"A chance..." Agent C paused for dramatic effect.
"TO BE HUMAN!" all three girls yelled. Crow's jaw dropped as
far as it could.
"Really?" he asked, awed.
"Really," confirmed Agent A. "We can even get you off the
Satellite."
The two robots turned to Mike and Samantha.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze?" they begged in unison. Mike
laughed.
"Okay," he said to the 'bots. To the girls, he said, "How much
will I owe you three?" Agent B grinned.
"Nothing," she replied. "We don't charge." At this statement,
Samantha and Mike both facefaulted.
"You don't charge?" Samantha repeated, picking herself up off
the floor.
"No," Agent C said, clearly irritated. "I suppose that means
you've agreed. Do you have a place we can operate in?"
"Er, yeah," Mike replied. "The rec room should do nicely."
Agents B and C led Tom and Crow off to the rec room while Agent A stayed with
Mike and Samantha.
"Why aren't you going with your friends?" Samantha asked her.
Agent A shivered.
"I can't stand the sight of blood," she replied. "Besides, I'm
an absolute klutz in the operating room." A shrill scream rocked the
satellite.
"That was Crow!" Mike gasped. "What are they doing to those
poor 'bots?" Agent A smiled reassuringly, though it was clear from her eyes
she wasn't sure why she was reassuring them.
"Don't worry," she said happily. "They'll be out in fifteen
minutes."
Fifteen minutes later, Mike, Samantha, and Agent A had settled
in Mike's room and were playing Egyptian Ratscrew. Agent B appeared in the doorway and said, "They're done!" Beside her, Agent C imitated a turkey
timer.
"That was pointless and in very bad taste," a male voice said from behind them.
"Aren't all my jokes?" Agent C shot back. For this, the male had no reply.
"Can we see them?" Samantha asked eagerly.
"Sure, if you want to," Agent B said. She and Agent C stepped
apart to reveal two very handsome young men. One had short dark brown hair,
serious-looking grey eyes, and a slim build. The other had blonde hair
tied back in a ponytail, sparkling blue eyes, and a slightly more
muscular build. Samantha's jaw thudded on the floor.
"Who are these guys?" Mike asked, his eyes still on the young
men as he helped Samantha get her jaw back into place.
"I'm Tom," said the dark-haired young man, revealing himself as
the male voice who had scolded Agent C.
"And I'm Crow!" the blonde guy said, flashing a killer smile.
"How do you do this?" Samantha asked, amazed.
"Some flesh, a little intuition, and a lot of duct tape," Agent
C said, brushing some auburn hair out of her eyes.
"Samantha, now that I'm human, I have a question to ask you,"
Tom said, his cheeks flushing a rather attractive shade of crimson.
"Yeah?" Samantha said, smiling. Tom stepped into the room,
knelt before Samantha, and took her hands into his.
"Will you marry me?"
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
Ten years later, Samantha Servo woke up to a high-pitched wailing. She groaned and buried her head into her pillow. Ever since she and Tom had brought their daughter, Mishelle, home from the hospital, a full night's sleep was but a fantasy. Samantha rolled out of bed, walked down the dark hallway, and stumbled into Mishelle's room. She reached down, lifted the child out of her crib, and rubbed her back while she waited for Mishelle to get over this bout of colic. Finally, the one-year-old coughed up the troublesome gas and went back to sleep. Samantha walked out of the room, back to hers, and snuggled back under the warm covers.
Both fortunately and unfortunately, she never noticed the three
young women dressed in black outside of Mishelle's window. They slapped each
other five, and with a whispered victory cry, they walked into the
distance.
FIN.
