Log II

  2015 | June | 12th | Friday

  “I’ll go out and find us some sorta cover so we don’t get noticed.” The robot told him. “What about me? Why can’t I go out?” Sea-Jay asked. “You’d stick out immediately. I can pretend like I’m some sort of old school drone, normal for this time period. You stick out like a sore thumb. “Humanized” animals don’t exist yet.” The robot responded.

  Sea-Jays grim look was clearly visible, even with his sunglasses and his straw hat covering most of his face. He crossed his arms in anger and mumbled quietly “Fine, but you better be back in time.”. “Don’t worry. I’ll find something asap.” It replied.

  The robot went out of the alley way, turning off its face screen and holding its arms still, making them look like unnecessary accessories, so he wouldn’t stand out too much. The streets were, to the robot’s misfortune, full of people walking about. And not a small amount of people noticed the robot rolling about. The robot kept looking around, trying to ignore the people’s stares. It was clear to it, that there was no war going on around here. It finally stumbled upon a second-hand shop. After ramming against the door multiple times, the shop owner finally opened the door for it.

  “What kind of an odd fellow are you?” the owner asked himself. He continued talking “Who’s controlling this? Hello, whoever is controlling this,” he started talking into the robot’s camera “I don’t make sales to drones, robots or whatever this is. If you wanna buy something, you gotta come here in person.” The robot didn’t respond to anything the shop owner said.

  Instead, it started driving around, looking for a good disguise. Finally, it found a comically large trench coat, that could easily hide the robot and the seagull inside.

  Before doing anything, the robot looked around, trying to find the location of the shop owner. The owner was looking outside the shop window, trying to find the person, who he thought was remotely controlling the robot. As soon as another customer came into the shop, the robot made a snap decision, grabbing the coat and making a roll for it, as the door was about to swing shut again.

  “Where are you going?!?” the shop owner yelled. Confused, he just watched the robot drive away. “Why would it steal a trench coat? I’m not even gonna bother chasing after it. I’ll just report it to the police.”.

  A bit of a drive later, the robot arrived back in the alleyway. “Took you long enough.” Sea-Jay whined. He took the coat off the robot’s head.

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  The robot started to explain “From what I can tell, not only is there no bomb dropping on us soon, but also, it seems there’s no war in this country at all. None of the people look worried about any of that stuff.”. “Maybe this is a simulation after all…” Sea-Jay whispered to himself. “Don’t start with that again.” The robot continued talking “I got us this trench coat and a pretty simple plan. We’ll pretend to be a human. I’ll be the legs and underbelly. You’ll act as the upper half. Now, this will be the important part, you need to keep your face completely still. It needs to look like your face is just a mask.”. “That’s a pretty stupid idea.” He argued.

  “You got a better idea, mate?”. Sea-Jay smirked back at it. “Trying to go out on streets, disguised or not, is stupid. There’s no way we’ll go unnoticed for long. Maybe we could just stay in this alley way until the battery’s back…, how long is it gonna take you to recharge?”. “My time-battery gets its energy from heat. Being exposed to the sunlight for about five days or so should be enough.”. “Then there’s no way we’d survive that long without some food. I guess let’s just try the trench coat idea.” He said defeated.

  In excitement, the robot drove in a circle. “That’s the spirit. Let’s trench coat up.”.

  With Sea-Jay, firmly standing on the robot, they were about as tall as a doorframe. “How are we gonna do the arms? My wings are too small to get far enough through the sleeves and your roboty arms are too far down.” Sea-Jay noticed. The robot had already thought of that, so it responded “We’ll have to go armless.”. “That’s just great.” He remarked sarcastically. With his hat and newly acquired beige coat, he covered up most of his face.

  “I’ll be doing the talking, as you obviously can’t move a muscle in your face.” The robot told Sea-Jay, before they started rolling out. Sea-Jay responded to it with a simple nod. The robot started a countdown “3… 2… 1… let’s go!”.

  As they started moving on the sideways, people were noticing them, as they were sticking out like a sore thumb. They could hear the comments from the people around them “What the hell is that?”, “Is he wearing a bird mask?”, “Is that my old trench coat?”, “Why does he have wheels as legs?”.

  The robot quietly whispered “They are noticing us. If some curious kid lifts up this coat, we are screwed! Earlier, I saw a little food market down the street to our left. If we can nab something there, without being caught, we’d be saturated till nightfall.”

  The two started making their way towards the food market. Every single person they passed by, looked at them. Luckily for them, getting the food wasn’t too difficult. They just passed by the stand, the robot quickly nabbed two apples with his hand and on they went, right into the next alley they saw.

  They arrived, took off the coat and Sea-Jay jumped off the robot. Afterwards, they started investigating the two apples they gathered.

  “Dude, I hate appl-“ Sea-Jay was trying to say something, but the robot interrupted “shhhhh”. Both of them went quiet. They could hear somebody sob from behind a dumpster. The robot whispered “We gotta get outta here.”. It was, however, too late. The person behind the dumpster was a girl with tears on her face and school bag, she turned around the dumpster, seeing the two. There were multiple seconds of absolute silence, the two were just staring at the girl and she was staring back.

  “Who are you?” the girl asked, whipping off her tears.