I’ve been working on a little bit of an underdog story so I was kind of excited to see that was the prompt for today
“I’m tired of trying to see the good in people.”
Stephanie Murdock turned the intern’s words over in her mind as the whiskey burned its way down her throat. She didn’t traditionally break out shots of whiskey at 6:30 in the morning but this morning warranted it.
When the news broadcasted the first images of the giant metal, well technically poly blend plastics and varying levels of computer and rocket parts, beast ravaging the downtown area her heart dropped.
“Maybe it’s not ours.” She murmured to herself as she inched closer and closer to the flat screen TV in the kitchen. Then she saw the tell-tale numbers travelling down the robot’s arm. “Fuck.”
It became a whiskey morning at that point and the punches hadn’t stopped yet. From the news studio, the morning broadcasters stared blankly at the cameras.
“I don’t know Joe, I mean …” Joe adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses.
“Yeah Carla, that’s definitely a … robot of some sorts. Russian? Alien?”
“We aren’t fucking trained for this.” The bubbly blonde Carla straightened her papers. “In other news, I’m just now being told that we still can’t say fuck on air.”
“You are correct Carla but for those just now tuning in, yes there is a … robot … we think … destroying the downtown area. We’ll check with traffic but probably a safe bet to stay home.”
Stephanie dropped her head into her hands.
“Hey hon.” Her husband’s eyes focused on the bottle of whiskey at her side. “Rough morning huh?”
“Erick, I do not want to hear it.” She loved her husband but when things went wrong he could be so damn annoying. He had this childlike wonder, it was part of the reason she fell in love with him, but it also meant he found humor in the most inopportune moments; like when your uncle has a heart attack while taking ‘the largest shit of my life’ or when a giant robot your lab built ravages downtown.
“Right, I’ll go tell the kids.”
“Tell them what? Just tell them to get ready for school.” Erick sipped his coffee slowly while watching the live news footage.
“Yeah, school … That’s cancelled on account of certain doom. I’m going to tell them that mommy’s robot got out and they need to start packing for the move.” Stephanie wanted to form words but could only produce a low growl. Her husband kissed her forehead. “Love you though.”
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