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 * __ World Denomination __**

It was a misty cold winter night on January 15, 2026. The cold wind whispered as if divulging a secret. Trees swung violently back and forth. The streets had cracks which were concealed with trash and snow. The town seemed abandoned and ghostly. There was not a living being in sight. Every house that was lit in the town was dim, except the Scott's. Mr. Louis Scott was intelligent inventor who always strived to make people's lives easier. His biggest project was yet to come. He was working on the ultimate robot. This invention would cook, clean, nurse, shop and assist humans in anyway possible. He would work on building this invention day and night. He put more effort in that than he did with keeping his connections with his friends and family. Mr. Louis Scott was said to be a little cuckoo in the head. He would get these allusions about whatever project he was working on and strived to make his allusion reality. "Louis" a sweet angelic voice called from upstairs "Why don't you take a break and eat dinner?" "Don't disturb me Nancy, I'm almost done" a husky but exhausted voice fired back. He heard foot steps and then a slamming of a door. Mr. Louis paid no mind to his wife's anger. His attention went back to his robot. Biting the bottom of his lip he picked up his screw driver and started carefully screwing in the robot's head. When he was finished he gulped down a glass of water. While dragging his heavy feet, he finally managed to get up. He plugged the robot in and waited for it to charge. Mr. Louis happiness was masked by his tiredness. He fell on the coach for a quick snooze. "Sir, Sir, Sir" a voice said in syllables. Mr. Louis awoke yawning, stretching and scratching his eyes. He said in a whining voice "What is it Nancy....” All of a sudden his big eyes bulged out of his pudgy face as his heavy chin dropped to his hairy chest. A metal robot stood in front of him. It was shiny silver and had a box shaped head. Its eyes were made of light bulbs. The body looked quite interesting, for it seemed as if someone had piled big tin cans on smaller tin cans. Mr. Louis ejected out of his coach striking his head on the low basement ceiling. Struck with amazement, he finally had touched his new shiny robot invention. "Are you feeling well Sir?" The robot questioned. "I believe so," he said pacing back and forth. "I don’t quite understand fully but this by far is my greatest invention yet." Mr. Louis blurted out with enthusiasm. He ran up the wooden stairs almost tripping. When he reached the top, his wife was sitting in the dining room table eating breakfast and reading a newspaper. The heavy set man, all out of breath, ran to his wife. Gasping for air he said “Nancy I've done it". His wife had a puzzled look on her face as she replied "Done what?" His cheeks were red with excitement as his lips stretched across his face showing his pearly white teeth. "I've created the first responding robot”. "Louis I told you to get rid of that old junk in the basement." His wife hissed back. Stunned by his wife's comment Mr. Louis' wide smile was now turned upside down. "Nancy maybe you didn't hear me, I've created a robot". Looking at her newspaper Mrs. Scott replied "Are you alright?" Mr. Louis was now furious. He was starting to think of mean things to insult his wife with. "Nancy why are you reading a newspaper that has the date of November 17, 2078?" the confused Mr. Louis asked. "That's the date" she said putting down the newspaper. Mr. Louis was speechless as he looked at his wife. Mrs. Scott appeared like a different person. Her attractive oval shaped face was now fat and rounded. She seemed as if she had gained 80 pounds. Her arms resembled turkey thighs as they jiggled like the waves of the ocean. Mrs. Scotts' face was powered and pale. Though she looked different, that warm smile nor did her angelic voice change. Mr. Scott quickly got off the metal chair and raced to the window. There were flying cars and robots of more intelligent designs. The street had not one speck of litter on them. His eyes grew big and wide. "Am I dreaming" he murmured to himself. He slapped his face and turned to his wife, then turned to the window and fainted. "Mr. Louis Scott" an inhuman like voice called out. Mr. Louis quickly opened his eyes to see the most fantastic looking robot. It looked like a robot that resembled a caregiver. "That’s an amazing. . . ." His thoughts were quickly shatter by the voice again. " Finally up huh?" the robot said. "Well, welcome back I am Docbot 3000" the metallic voice announced. "I believe you had a slight concussion when you fainted but it’s all better now". “Your wife was here earlier but she ran to get a bite to eat. I know you must be hungry, I’ll send for one of the nurses to fetch you some food soon. For now, do you have any questions?" Mr. Scott was surprised by the articulate robot. His mouth was dry as he tried to speak. “I’m fine thank you." The robot marched out of the room. Mr. Scott was wowed by the robot yet he also felt a little freaked out by it kindness. His thoughts quickly shattered as he caught a glimpse of himself on the tiny mirror that hung on the hospital room walls. He quickly gasped with a worry look on his face. "Oh my! What happened to me? I look worst than Nancy" he bantered. His pudgy face was now humongous. Crows feet and wrinkles attached both his eyes and kept his forehead in tact. He looked as if he had aged 20 years. Closing his eyes he clapped his two feet together repeating numerous times "I wish I was home back to reality". He figured since something similar had worked for Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz” that it might work for him. "This is ridiculous" he said as he threw the hospital covers over his obese body. He hopped of the bed and ventured in the hospital. When he was walking in the hospital he noticed something strange. All the employees were robots. Then he started looking in the hospital rooms and noticed that most of the patients were either fat or old human beings. "What in the world" he thought to himself. He then reached a strange room which was peculiar because it smelled delightful. There was a huge sign on the door that read “Cookbots” in big huge letters. Peeping in for a closer look he noticed that all the food that was being prepare was high in calories. They had cheese cakes, hamburgers, french fries and all sorts foods that caused heart attack. Mr. Scott’s mouth watered but he was disgusted at all the fattening foods. Continuing his journey he noticed a paper on the floor. He bent over and proceeded to pick it up. The paper was a document which had the number of deaths in the year 2077. The number was outrageously well over 1,000,000. It was mostly due to obesity. The documents also contained all the human employees the hospital did not need anymore, because the robots perform much better and was programmed to make no mistakes. Mr. Scott was shocked. He ran back to his room to his room scared more then ever before. He never thought it would be like this. "Robots are supposed to help us not take our jobs away and fatten us" he whispered to himself. "At this rate people will die sooner and eventually there will be no living humans on this earth." The thought made him shiver. “Knock Knock,” someone was at his room door. "Louis,” the voice called gently while opening the door. I had heard that sweet voice before. The door was now opened as Mrs. Scott entered with flowers and a teddy bear. Although his wife looked completely different she was all he had. He quickly rushed to her give her a passionate kiss which was followed by a tight bear hug. Then, he locked the door and sat her on the bed. Pacing back and fourth he urged “We are all going to die Nancy”. Mrs. Scott smiled and replied “I leave you for three hours and you come up with this theory, should I get the doctor?". "No" he said grabbing her shoulders." You don’t understand the human race is dying slowly, I mean its crazy people are out of jobs, robots seem to be running everything" he paused, “It seems like we are just in living in this world for nothing. Then Mr. Scott got quiet and said “Hey I think the robots are trying to fatten us up." Mrs. Scott could not hold it in anymore. She burst out with laughter. She laughed so hard she fell on the bed and stopped moving. "Nancy this is not funny" He said not noticing his motionless wife. "Nancy" he called out but there was no sound. He quickly looked at his wife who was passed out on the bed. "DOCTOR!" he screamed out at the top of his lungs. Crying and hovering over his wife he heard what sounded like an army marching. The robot turned the handle of the door but was unable to open it. Mr. Louis sprinted to the door and opened it. "She was laughing and then she fainted, is she going to be alright?" Mr. Scott cried out, with rainfalls rolling down his cheeks. The “Docbot” instructed the “Nursebot” to check for Mrs. Scotts pulse and she replied that there was no pulse. Mr. Scott hovered in a corner crying like a young child not able to get his way, and rocked himself back and forth like a small child. “Docbot” walked over to Mr. Scott and touched his shoulder saying "Louis" "No" Mr. Scott screamed. Then the voice repeated over and over again " Louis, Louis, Louis". "Wake up its 1:30 in the morning". Mr. Louis opened his eyes and said "Nancy". A tin figure goddess stood in front of him. He jerked himself up and gave her a huge hug of appreciation and affection. Mrs. Scott was surprised and confused at the same time but she went along with it. "Are you okay hun" she said sinking into his chubby arms. "Hey you finished your robot, does it work?" Mr. Scott turned to a familiar robot which he had seen in his dream. He ran over and unplugged it. "What’s wrong you worked so hard on that robot" his wife said with a confused look. "That’s it, I spent all my time making this robot and not enough time with you. I mean making the perfect robot can really dumb down our human race, Robots could take over the world in the future". "I’m getting rid of that thing first thing in the morning, I want to help people not make then useless in everyway possible. His wife giggled “What have you been smoking?". He put his arms around her and they both headed for the stairs. The basement light was off but a metallic voice spoke syllables “World Denomination"