Saturday, March 10, 2018

Blurs two: Training of a cadet

Staring at the mirror intently J.C. was wondering if he should be endlessly fascinated with the definition of his stomach. In good condition like everyone else, he did wonder at times at how the blurs managed it. His reading of humanity back on planet Earth indicated that the range of healthy was wider than maybe was allowed. More and more he was curious about what was allowed for him.

"Hasn't changed. You still have well-defined abs. So do I." said Blerp and lifted up his shirt quickly, and began stroking the, yup, well defined abdominal muscles of his blue body.

"Yeah but yours were MADE. Mine are through diet and exercise. I can't have some designers just give me the body I want."

"Hey, I WORK for these. We blue bots are more advanced than you want to admit. You're just JEALOUS because am stronger than you."

"Am not." "Are too." "Am not." "Want to arm wrestle then?" "No."

It was useless arguing with Blerp but also he found it relaxing, as he stared distractedly down on the straight black mop of hair. Blerp was little over half his size which was another puzzle. The companion blue bots HAD grown with them, since seemed so long ago, when suddenly they appeared, and the others....

"We need to get ready, " J.C. suddenly said, as tucking in his shirt with a purpose, he mentally prepared himself. The blurs had given him a ship! He had been told could return to Earth, but only, after training. But after so much schooling, why more training? Ok, sure needed to learn controls of the ship but was told would be special training to help him handle himself, with discipline, among Earth humans.

The instructions had puzzled him massively. And he would have asked to defer, but finally was told: Is for their protection J.C. for when you go among them. You will need discipline.

Soon walking through the corridors he hit the first mass movement station with minutes to spare. Zipped along at rapid speeds through well lit transport zones, he stepped off smartly. But he was alone.

As he was preparing to leave earlier Blerp had an odd expression as shook his head. "You're going alone on this one kid." And J.C. had been taken aback by the somber tone. And didn't even react to the kid jibe. Far as he knew he was actually 4 years older, but of course, Blerp could hyper-accelerate and had spent time with the blurs. On some level yeah, Blerp had lived much longer than he.

Stepping into a different zone than before he was guided by floor lights into a room, which was not big, but not small and there was a desk. And in front of the desk, one of the biggest blue bots he'd ever seen. With a buzzcut, and bristling muscles which he was bristling, J.C. realized as eyed him as he walked in.

"You're 20 seconds late cadet. Unacceptable."

And J.C. mumbled something as considered the situation. This discipline they had told him. Apparently this bot was to teach him. Along with special arms training, high tech space maneuvers, and how to manage a small squad. His training started here.

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Writing the stub for Blurs two which like before has just a working title, decided to still emphasize more of the emotional tone while also introducing some of the high tech aspects.

These are kind of outlines for the series of short stories which would be much more in-depth and help me get a better sense of the world of the blurs.

So yes, they build J.C. a spaceship, and he is aware that he can leave to come back here and visit us on Earth--but is told must have training. And notice his training is not emphasized as for his protection though of course it must be, but for ours, which is also true.

Part of me wanted to keep going to talk his training a bit more, but then again, is better with the full short story. And am intrigued at using my own experience with Basic Training. It is a very defining experience. Am sure J.C. has no idea how much will change him.

Again will do a rough edit. May change a bit, but these are stubs which can also give others an idea of how the world of the blurs can be developed.

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