It had been a while since I had seen or even heard from my strange uncle Dr. Madfunny2. I couldn’t help but wonder what he had been up to that had kept him occupied recently. I decided it was time to find out and make sure he hadn’t gotten himself into trouble again.
I headed over to his place a bit hesitant. When it comes to dealing with a mad scientist you never know what to expect. I had already witnessed a few explosions, a barrage of clones and a revenge attempt with a remote controlled forklift that went completely wrong, so I knew this could be a weird day.
I knocked on the door but there was no answer. This was nothing unusual. If the good Dr. was in his lab he would be too involved to hear or care about visitors. I reached down and turned the knob until the door opened. You would think someone who was always experimenting with dangerous objects might need a security system, but the Dr. couldn’t be bothered with safety.
As I entered I noticed metallic parts and supplies everywhere. There were boxes and boxes stacked along the halls and in the front room. What was the Dr. into now and why did he need all these parts? It looked as though there were several boxes that contained batteries, a few with computer boards and lots of wire.
I headed further into the house and figured I would have to make my way to the basement. Since no one was around upstairs the only other place the Dr. could be was where he usually was, his basement lab. Weird thing was as I walked down the steps I couldn’t hear the music he usually played while experimenting. I never understood how Madonna’s Like a Virgin album got the creative juices flowing, but that was the Doc’s favorite. Today though, all was quiet except a slight beeping.
The lab was darker than normal but I noticed a light coming from the storage room in the back. As I walked across the room I saw what the parts upstairs were being used for. There in the middle of the room was the most awesome robot I had ever seen. It must have been charging as a wire was plugged directly into the fuse box and I realized that was where the beeping was coming from. It looked complete and I found myself intrigued at it’s design. It appeared to have all the attributes that could make it useful. The hands, legs and arms were human like but the head was squared off and looked to contain quite the advanced computer system.
Laying on the table in front was some type of laser. Was the Dr. planning to add weapons to this robot? What did he have planned now where he needed a weaponized robot? This could not be good. It might be lucky I decided to check on him before he does something stupid, again.
The door to the storage room was locked which was weird. I used a screwdriver from the table to pop the flimsy lock open figuring the Dr. probably locked himself in the storage room and had been stuck there a while. I was at least partially right. He was sitting in the corner of the room, tied to the wall with electrical wire and his mouth covered in duck tape. I ran over and pulled the tape loose.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Ouuuch. hat damn tape hurts! Hurry, untie the wire and get me out of here before it finishes charging.” He replied.
“What? The robot did this? Why?”
“It’s a long story we don’t have time for right now. We need to stop it from finishing the others first!”
“Just help me up and follow me”
We headed out the lab past the robot that seemed a bit more menacing now. Up the stairs and out the back of the house until we reached the garage.
“You need to help me get the robot shells out of the garage. We are going to pile them in the pool and then bring out all the extra parts from inside the house. I will take care of the rest.”
He opened the garage door to reveal rows of robot bodies. There must have been fifty or more lined from one end to the other. He grabbed the hand truck and began hauling them one by one to the empty pool, piling them inside.
“Start bringing out the parts from inside. Make sure to get all the computer boards first. We need to destroy it all.”
I didn’t question him. I ran in and began grabbing everything I could hold and returning to the pool, dumping it in. After fifteen or more trips the house was empty and the pool was full.
“Now stand back. This might get messy.” he said as he tossed in what looked like a grenade.
There was a quick flash that nearly blinded me, but there was no explosion. As I gained my sight and looked back I realized the pool was empty. The bottom was scorched, but other than that there was no sign of the robots or parts.
“Whew. That was close. Thank you. Now let’s get back inside to see if we can take out CHOCORO.”
“The one inside. He started all this and trapped me in that room. I created it as a CHOre COmpleteing RObot to help me around the lab, but I gave it too much of an identity. I should have known not to include artificial intelligence on such an advanced shell. Oh well, you live and learn. Let’s go.”
When we went back into the lab we knew something was wrong. The place was empty, no sign of CHOCORO. We searched the house, the back yard and surrounding area with no sign of the missing menace. After a couple hours the Dr. said it was over.
“Over? But the robot? Won’t he keep trying to create more and maybe destroy us?”
“Yeah, probably. It’s someone else’s problem now though. Don’t worry about it. I’ll send an anonymous email to the army. It won’t be the first time I had to warn them about a threat. “
“Wait, what. What else have you done?”
“Oh it’s best if you don’t know. Want a soda? I’m thirsty and need to get the taste of duct tape out of my mouth.”
We went inside and had that soda. It was actually a fun evening after the initial bit of excitement. We hung out and watched TV until late and I headed back home. Just another day when you have a mad scientist for an uncle.
Written in response (sort of) to today’s Daily Prompt: You, Robot you’ve been handed a robot whose sole job is to relieve you of one chore, job, or responsibility you particularly hate. What is it?