Evil Robot

Evil Robot Cyborg Mechanical Shawn

“Our good friend, Shawn McGovern, has a bit of a creative side to him. I’m no stranger to this sort of thing myself, so I applaud his efforts and have, with Jennie’s permission and encouragement, made some room for his work here on the sight. The thing is, that this particular creation far exceeds the limits of a blog post. In fact, it is verbose enough to be considered a novella. So we can’t publish the whole thing here on our blog. Or can we?
“We’ve posted the entire story on a page here on our website, and this blog post contains the intro to the story. A sort of … teaser, if you will. We hope you find it interesting and that you let Shawn that know in the comments. Please, accept our invitation to read on.” – KB, editor
©2018 Shawn McGovern

When Cyborg Corp contacted him on the first day of the new year, Shawn was kind of skeptical.

“Listen,” he said, as a scientist in a white lab coat swabbed the inside of his mouth with an extra long Q-tip. “Do you really need a DNA sample? I mean, can’t you, like, just ask me questions? A personality test or something?”

The scientist was all business and didn’t answer him. When he was finished, he met with Luther Strange, which was strange, not only because his name was Strange, but the man looked like one of those strange mad scientists you’d see on cartoon shows.

“Okay, looks like we’ve got everything we need.” He pushed a paper across the white table in the white room, filled with other white people in white lab coats.

“Sign here, here,” he said flipping the page over, “here and here.” Shawn tried to glance over the document but he could see the eyes giving him piercing glances. Screw it. He signed in all four of the designated places.

“There ya go!” He pushed the paper right back at Luther and tried to give him the same intimidating look. It didn’t work.

“Thank you Mr. McGovern. We will be in touch.” Everyone walked out of the room and through a door, that wasn’t really a door. It was behind where Mr. Strange was sitting. When they got closer to the wall, it just seemed to open up and everyone exited the room. The woman from the lobby who had led him into the DNA room came in from behind.

“This way please.” She held the door open and, just like that, he was gone.

the rest of the story …

Kevin Grieve