2011 - Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science
2011 - Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science
2011 - Mississippi School for Mathematics and Science
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Robots <strong>and</strong> War Paint<br />
Rachel Banka<br />
Third Place – Short Story Competition<br />
36<br />
The robot was at least fifty feet tall <strong>and</strong><br />
over 200 trillion pounds heavy. The<br />
enormous thing sat on peg legs <strong>and</strong> corporategrade<br />
“carpet” <strong>and</strong> towered over Lorie with<br />
a poor, electronic imitation of a soul.<br />
“Beep, beep.” This manufactured monster, with<br />
its red war paint scratched <strong>and</strong> peeled back to reveal<br />
the metallic silver skin lurking beneath, dem<strong>and</strong>ed<br />
something from the tow headed six-year-old with<br />
the bright eyes <strong>and</strong> uncombed curls. Its glass front<br />
glinted under the naked light bulb of the cinderblock<br />
room, but little Lorie could still see the jumble<br />
of captives peering at her behind the glare. Red,<br />
yellow, brown, green – none had been spared from<br />
the massacre.<br />
“Beep, beep.” And now the living cage<br />
dem<strong>and</strong>ed a dollar.<br />
But dollar or not, the<br />
only thing that penetrated<br />
the hazy mind of the<br />
monster’s potential next<br />
victim was that “This was<br />
not fair!” Lorie hadn’t<br />
been the one who decided<br />
that she needed to get out of bed early! She hadn’t<br />
been the one who decided that she needed to spend<br />
her Wednesday off from school at Work! But “Rules<br />
is rules,” as Mamma always said, <strong>and</strong> today the<br />
stupid rule was that Lorie got to skip a day of first<br />
grade only if she went to Work with Mamma.<br />
So eventually the sleepy school-skipper had<br />
settled upon a pair of polka-dotted socks to wear,<br />
pretended to brush her hair, actually brushed her<br />
teeth (because Best Friend Jen said that anyone who<br />
didn’t brush their teeth was Gross), <strong>and</strong> walked h<strong>and</strong><br />
in h<strong>and</strong> with Mamma through the glass doors of a<br />
million <strong>and</strong> two story building. And just as she had<br />
expected, of course, Work was not that much better<br />
than school. Work had the exact same white lights<br />
that made you blink extra, the exact same tolerance<br />
<strong>for</strong> noise as the school’s library, <strong>and</strong> the exact same<br />
so-called food as the school’s cafe-a-gym-a-torium.<br />
But worse yet, when Lorie had told Mamma she was<br />
still hungry, Mamma sent her to a room where she<br />
found a hideous robot-monster!<br />
“Beep. Beep.”<br />
***<br />
“Yes, hello?... This is she speaking, may I as —<br />
… Bob! No! Of course she’s with me; it’s South Bay’s<br />
Career Day, remember?...<br />
[<br />
Was the concrete room<br />
]<br />
getting smaller? Or was<br />
Lorie getting bigger?<br />
What?!... No, I… Bob,<br />
just sign the papers. And<br />
stop worrying about what<br />
I’m doing with our child,<br />
ok?! I don’t have time to<br />
deal with this… Bob!..<br />
Fine! Same goes <strong>for</strong> you!”<br />
Click. “Jerk.”<br />
Deborah L. Jamison was an Accounts Manager<br />
at L.T. Huey Firm <strong>and</strong> considered herself a woman<br />
on the wrong side of thirty. Deborah, or “Deb”<br />
as she preferred to be called, knew that her oncesmooth<br />
face now bore the marks of thirty-five years,<br />
a dead-beat (Almost)-Ex-Husb<strong>and</strong>, a bored six-yearold<br />
somewhere in the building, <strong>and</strong> enough stress<br />
to last a lifetime. Her main accessories were a thin<br />
Mercedes, the Best or Nothing<br />
Josh Stone<br />
2nd Place—Drawing Competition<br />
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