Thawing like a frozen turkey on thanksgiving morning, shivering my whole body as if I’m having a seizer from my epilepsy after entering a strobe lighted concert. I stare at President Coleman with confusion and ask “what has just happened?” With the same confused look he says “I’ve been frozen this whole time, and apparently you have too.” “I thought you’ve been dead this whole time, how? And why are you still alive?” I ask proceed to ask the president. “It’s nice to see you too, but I faked my death, while I was in office there was a threat from an unknown force from the Comet Galaxy;” the presidents answer to my question. He begins to inform me that he faked his own death and froze himself, because he knew that whatever force was coming to attack the United States would take at least forty years to get here being that they’re all the way from the Comet Galaxy.
As we go to exit what was once known as “Ronnie Muscle Meats” it’s now just an abandoned warehouse full of ex-military weapons. I guess the president really had this whole thing planed out; he was ready for a war. All group of his super model bodyguards come rushing into the front doors of the warehouse, and see the president and instantly flock to him like a heard of sheep. All at once and in perfect harmony they say, “President you made it!” Then I asked the president how do they all still look so young the look as if they haven’t aged in these past forty years; he chuckles and says “those are my ex-super model bodyguards daughters.
Pew pew pew! , boom!; sounds of laser guns and grenades going off outside of the warehouse. With the craziest look in his eyes the president says to me and the super model bodyguards, “You all better be ready, because it’s time to fight for not only our lives but the freedom and lives of all the other Americans.” Following the president, we run through the double doors of the warehouse in a slow motion dramatic fashion; we all look to the sky and see that we’re in a fight with America’s worst fear. The president yelps at the top of his lungs “robots!” and starts shooting his semi-automatic mac-11. At that moment I knew we have just entered a war with the magnitude of WWII, with fear and anxiety I begin to blow heads off any robot in my way.
Making my way through the line of fire, I step on a landmine and not even with in a second I’m tumbling through the air from the explosion. All I can hear is silence for what seems like ten minutes, and then the president comes into my line of view and asks if I’m alright. He looks at me from head to toe and sees that I have no toes left from the landmine, I ask with all the strength I can muster, “help me.” With the condition I’m in the president says with no hesitation, “everyman for himself,” and takes off through the woods to save himself. I lay there in excoriating pain, looking down at my legs and seeing nothing left from the knee caps down, just blood pouring out like a garden hose.
As I lay there waiting to die, a hand comes down but this hand wasn’t made of flesh but made of bolts and screws. In a robotic voice sounding like R2-D2 from star wars, the robot says “I will help you.” I grab his hand in an act of desperation; he flies me to his ship. Lays me down on the robots operating table, all I can remember after that is a mask pumping anesthesia being placed over my face. Waking up from the anesthesia wearing off, I look down to my legs and see that they have saved my life and replaced my wounded legs with new robotic legs. Once I saw that these robots took me under their wing, and saved me even though during the war I was trying to destroy them. I made it a mission to one day find the president who I once called my friend, and destroy him for leaving me to die.