In The Beginning...

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This story is a pilot (as if it will be sold) for a saturday morning animated cartoon. It's a YA sci-fi romance/adventure.

Submitted: April 07, 2009

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IN THE BEGINNING...?

 

 

“Mmmm, aah. Streeetch and get the sleep out of my eyes.” Thunk.

 

“Huh? What’n the world?” Tap, tap, tap. “Hey, let me out of here.” He

 

yelled, “HEY, ANY…”

 

The glass-like dome above him slowly rose. “Hmm, that’s weird.

 

Well, better get out of bed…bed? What’s going on here? This isn’t a bed.”

 

Not in the conventional sense; a mat with a neck pillow.

He swung his legs over the side of the sleeping pallet and sat up,

 

yawned again and stretched his arms over his head. He looked around.

 

He was in a room. Metal floor, metal walls with a metal desk 

 

which had buttons with different colored lights. He noticed the metal

 

door.

 

He laughed softly to himself, “am I in a sci-fi show? Wouldn’t that be

 

a riot?” He shook his head. “Where am I?”

 

“IN STASIS CHAMBER ONE.”

 

He found himself in the middle of the room, poised to fight or flight.

 

“Who said that?”

 

“BE MORE SPECIFIC,” the metallic, disembodied voice replied.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“BE MORE SPECIFIC.”

 

“What are you?”

 

“I AM V-A-R-C D-1-O.”

 

“V-A-R-C…Vark? What does that stand for?”

 

“VOICE ACTIVATED RESPONSE COMMUNICATOR. GENERATION FIVE

 

HUNDRED ONE, SERIES OMEGA.”

 

He sat on the edge of the ‘bed’ he had just vacated and looked around.

 

He was confused and somewhat taken aback. “Does that mean you respond

 

to my questions?”

 

“AFFIRMATIVE.”

 

“All questions?”

“ALL THAT I HAVE DATA ON.”

 

He was torn. Which question, out of many, to ask first. “Where am I?”

 

“YOU ARE IN STASS…”

 

“No, no. I mean, where is this chamber located.”

 

“SECTION E-2.”

That was no help. “Well, in what region is this building located? You

 

know city, country, what have you.”

 

“YOU ARE NOT IN A BUILDING. SECOND REQUEST FOR DATA IS NOT

 

SPECIFIC ENOUGH.”

 

No building! “No building? What the…?” He put his head in his

 

hands as he tried to digest this information. And to think of correctly worded

 

questions.

 

“Tell me…Vark, is it? What structure houses this chamber?”

 

“INTERSTELLAR VEHICLE, NUMBER C2ND- 3001.”

 

He found himself in the middle of the room. “What!!?”

 

“INTER…”

 

“Stop.” He began to pace. “Are you saying I’m on a space ship?”

 

“AFFIRAMATIVE.”

 

“What am I doing on a space ship?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Darn! Okay, why am I on this space ship?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Darnit, you must know something. Tell me what you do know.”

 

“BE MORE SPECIFIC.”

 

“Aarrgh.” His pacing accelerated, now with arms wildly

 

gesticulating. He continued to swear for a few minutes then stopped

 

abruptly.

 

“Vark, who am I?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Unknown? Unknown! How is it you don’t know who I am?”

 

“I WAS NOT PROGRAMMED WITH THAT DATA.”

 

“What data were you programmed about me?”

 

“YOU ARE DESIGNATED A-D-H-M. I AM TO ANSWER ALL YOUR

 

QUESTIONS. I AM TO FACILATATE NAVIGATION AND PILOTING FOR YOU.”

 

What does A-D-H-M stand for?”

 

“ADULT DIPLOID HUMAN MALE.”

 

A-D-H-M shook his head again and tried to think. “Who else is on

 

this ship?”

 

“OTHER SENTIENT BEINGS?”

 

“That’s a question. You can ask questions, and yes, other sentient

 

beings?”

 

“AFFIRMATIVE. NEGATIVE.”

 

“I’m alone? And do you have to answer every question?”

 

“AFFIRMATIVE. AFFIRMATIVE.”

 

A-D-H-M sighed. “Where’s the mirror?”

 

“IN THE BATHROOM.”

 

“Be more specific.” A-D-H-M smirked at his little ironic victory and

 

felt better for it.

 

“IN ROOM NEXT TO STASSIS CHAMBER EXIT.”

 

A-D-H-M started toward the exit. As he approached it, he recognized

 

an outline of a door next to the exit with a flush door latch.

 

A-D-H-M pulled the catch and the door opened, hydraulically and

 

silently. The open door revealed an interior of white tile and porcelain with

 

metal fixtures.

 

The room contained everything he could remember of a bathroom.

 

Yet, this thought was unsettling as there was much he felt he couldn’t

 

recollect. Nothing he could place a finger on yet a niggling feeling

 

something was missing was present.

 

A-D-H-M sighed again and entered. Three steps. In front of him was a

 

sink with two taps, hot and cold, and the mirror. He placed his hands on the

 

sink as he bent to get a closer look at his face.

 

A-D-H-M stared at the face staring back at him. His brow furled in

 

confusion and wonderment. He had never seen that face before. At least,

 

A-D-H-M couldn’t remember seeing that face.

 

Medium length, slightly wavy light auburn hair framed a handsome

 

face. Well maybe not a Cary Grant face (‘why would that come to me?’) but

 

one with pleasant features.

 

Two light brown eyes had a nice almond shape above fairly high

 

cheekbones. His nose was straight, neither too long nor too thin, he thought.

 

A-D-H-M took his right hand (‘does that mean I’m right-handed?’)

 

and touched the face he looked upon. Average mouth and lips he agreed then

 

wondered why he would think them average; as compared to what? No scars

 

he could see as he bent closer to the mirror.

 

No wait. There was a small scar under his chin. Maybe about a ¼’ in

 

length. I wonder how that happen…? Hey, I said inches not centimeters.

 

Does that mean I’m American? English? “Do I have an accent?”

 

“BE MORE SPECIFIC.”

 

“Huh? Oh! You’d probably be no help.” A-D-H-M stood. “Hey Vark,

 

how many languages do you know?”

“8,000.”

 

“How many are human languages?”

 

“2,000.”

 

“How many are from Earth?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“What language am I speaking?”

 

“AMERGLISH.”

 

“Amerglish? Do you mean American and English?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Could I be from Earth?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Is this space ship from Earth?”

 

“UNKNOWN.”

 

“Where did this space ship originate?”

 

“INSUFFICIENT DATA.”

 

“You’re not much help.” ‘I feel cold, I think.’ “Vark, where are some

 

clothes I can wear?”

 

“ROOM NEXT TO BATHROOM.”

 

As A-D-H-M turned to leave the bathroom he wondered, not for the

 

last time, what in the world (‘or should it be universe?’) was going on.

 

The chamber was warmer than the bathroom and his need for clothes

 

was no longer acute. However, he felt he should have clothes on yet didn’t

 

know why he should feel this way.

 

A-D-H-M found the door was exactly as the bathroom door. He

 

opened it to a closet which contained ten jumpsuits with ten pairs of

 

underwear, socks and boots. The clothes and boots were to his exact size and

 

fit perfectly. The jumpsuit was very comfortable and flexible with a shiny

 

green metallic-like material.

“Vark, what is this material made of?”

 

“CYCROFERILAMEE.”

 

“And, what does that mean?”

 

“IT IS WHAT IT IS.”

 

“Oh, you’re a philosopher now. And you don’t know anything else

 


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