Part 31: Revenge of the Psychic Robot Kids from the Future
Part 29: Revenge of the Psychic Robot Kids from the Future

A bit nervously, I took off my hat and handed it to Dr. Andonuts. He set it on the machine.

My heart thudding ominously in my chest, I climbed up and laid down on the long operating table. Suddenly Paula ran forward.




And then, out of nowhere, she flew forward, grabbed me around the neck, and kissed me, full on the lips, in front of our friends, Jeff's dad, Apple Kid, and about fifteen Mr. Saturns.
My eyes the size of dinner plates, my face the color of an overripe tomato, all I could do was stare at her and stammer incoherently.

I saw her turning red and realized I had to say something a little bit more than inane babbling.

She nodded. I smiled at her and she backed away from the table.

I closed my eyes and laid back on the table. I heard a clicking, whirring sound, and passed out for what felt like hours.
When I woke up...Well, it's strange to say, I don't really feel like I woke up, more like...I was switched on. I could see, but everything was just kind of...different. It's really hard to explain. Anyway, I looked around. I was still in Saturn Valley. Dr. Andonuts and Apple Kid were looking curiously at me.






Apple Kid handed me my bat, which I gripped in a metal, clamp-like hand, and slung my backpack over my steel arms. I heard a clanking noise and turned my head to see my friends in their new robotic bodies.




We clambered into the Phase Distorter 3, Jeff at the controls.

Jeff powered up the craft, which began humming immediately.

A swooshing noise and a slight bump, and seconds later, the console was indicating we were there.




Any doubts we had were dispelled immediately. We were definitely not in Saturn Valley anymore.

Our footsteps clanked noisily against the smooth, grey earth, and a thick, misty fog obscured most of our surroundings. We marched in silence, our robotic senses alert. The tension was immense, as we were expecting an ambush at any moment. It never came, however, and before too long, we found ourselves before a sharp, narrow doorway that led into a dark crevice in the rock.

We stepped inside, and immediately, our clanking footsteps were replaced with a strange, disturbing squishing sound. The floor looked, and sounded, like it was made of some kind of flesh.



We pressed onward, following the path as pipes and tubes of the strange, fleshlike substance branched out, split and reconnected to each other, all leading to a huge, horrible...thing at the end of the cave.

It was like a structure and a creature combined somehow. It seemed like it had steps leading up to this little round organ in the center...And the whole thing was kind of...breathing. It makes me a little sick trying to remember it exactly, honestly. All over it, cords of knotted ropes, like intestine or something, gathered in clumps, all connected to the fleshy center. A ghostly wheezing noise was the only sound.

As we reached the top of the stairs, the strange round knob in the center pulsated. An odd whirl of color filled its surface, then it started swelling up like a balloon. As it grew, the colors stretched and snapped into place, reavealing...a face.

My face.


Or at least, what my face would have been if I hadn't been transplanted into a robotic body. Completely confused and extremely disturbed, I backed away.

Then a sickeningly familiar laugh echoed through the cave. A large shape materialized overhead, a bizarre metallic insect of some kind that was lowering itself towards us. We jumped back, ready for a fight, but as it set itself down before us, we could see it was just a machine. Inside a smooth glass dome set on top of it, sat a corpulent figure with an extremely broad grin on its face.


Pokey laughed loudly, a braying, mad cackle that made me cringe.




At my words, the entire room seemed to shudder and give off a deep, labored groan.



He reared his spiderlike exo-skeleton up, thrashing its front legs at us. We were knocked backwards, and slid down the fleshy stairs onto the floor. Scrambling as fast as our robotic bodies would allow, we stood up, and drew our weapons. Pokey was laughing maniacally, pawing the ground with the legs of his spider-body like a bull about to charge. I was ready to end our feud once and for all. Raising my bat, I charged through the air at him. He was ready, and a swipe of a heavy metal leg sent me swiftly back to the ground. He hadn't counted on my friends, however. His braying laughs were cut off as his craft shuddered violently and nearly toppled to one side. Jeff had assembled his bazooka and a well-placed shot had taken one of Pokey's spidery legs clean off. He was frantically pulling levers inside the cockpit, as sparks and smoke poured out of the jagged hole.

Not taking a second to spare, I was on him again. I pulled myself up towards his glass bubble, and started hammering the dome with my bat, over and over, as he scrabbled with his remaining legs to try and knock me off and stay balanced at the same time. Cracks appeared in the dome, and Pokey's face contorted with rage. All the while, the large, round thing with my face on it looked on emotionlessly from behind us. Pokey pressed some kind of button on his craft and a small cannon rose from the rear of it. A missle shot out, catching me off guard, and blasted me to the ground. I wondered how much damage these robot bodies could take. I wasn't in any pain, but I could look down and see the damage the missle had done. Pokey resumed his giggling as my friends regrouped around me.
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I was taken aback. I hadn't even considered what Giygas looked like, if he really was behind that façade as Pokey had said. Could I trust anything that Pokey said, anyway?

Pokey reached out one of his spidery limbs and pressed down on a fleshy crevice on the pulsating construction behind us. A hiss of steam and a slow clunking noise escaped, and the image of the disconcerting face and the strange device surrounding it broke away. Behind it, there was only a deep, dark blackness that seemed to threaten to engulf everything around us in shadow. Yet, even as I watched, I could see a dim, red shape moving in the darkness.
It writhed and swirled, like smoke through a slow breeze, congealing until finally, I could just barely make out a face, a twisted, contorted, agonized face, formed out of the red haze, as though it was concentrated rage itself.



Stunned by the sight of the ghastly face swimming in the air before us, we could only stand paralyzed with terror as Pokey disappeared into the darkness, leaving us alone with Giygas at last.




The terror showed through in my voice, but I couldn't help it. I know my friends needed me to be brave. I was trying. It...wasn't working. But we attacked nonetheless. I raised my bat to the sky in some vain attempt to rally our courage.

Again, I didn't actually feel the pain of the attack. I just felt my arm cease to exist, and as the falling chunks of steel and wood cascaded down at my feet, I realized what had happened.







Jeff fired round after round of explosives, bazooka shells, and bottle rockets into the swirling vapors, but they were swallowed by the overwhelming darkness. The rest of us poured psychic assaults out of our bodies with all of our power, and they too disappeared harmlessly, sucked beneath the ghostly visage which swept about like an oil slick on a puddle.


Suddenly, and without warning, we were hit again. A wave of force washed over us, and once again none of us could tell exactly what had happened. We were knocked to the ground, our robotic hulls dented and singed, by Giygas' phantom assaults. Pokey appeared once again, stepping out of the darkness as if it were a simple curtain.







As if in answer, a dull rumbling shook the cave. A bizarre, crazed voice seemed to beam itself directly into my mind.

I yelled out, panicked, and blasted another PSI assault fruitlessly into the abyss of our enemy.





Feeling driven to the brink of madness, I collapsed to the ground.


Paula sank to her knees and her steel, hooklike hands were clasped in a gesture of prayer.



Giygas was lashing out violently now. We were all battered, dented and sparking. Paula remained resolute. Using my remaining arm, I managed to crawl toward her. She reached out a hand, and I took it. Jeff and Poo were struggling to make it over to us.


I tried to calm my mind, tried to ignore Giygas' invasive rantings. I tried to focus. I felt my consciousness slipping, struggling to maintain a hold within my robotic body. I could feel Paula's prayer carried through the ages of space-time through our combined psychic powers...I couldn't tell what would come of it, though.

Now the four of us had huddled together, hands clasped in a chain of battered, damaged robots. If not for the situation, it would have been bizarre to the point of hilarity. Four barely-alive machines, hoping against hope to save humanity from an evil so powerful, it didn't even know what it was destroying.



A terrible wailing sound rose up from the darkness. I knew it wasn't in my head this time, as my friends all jumped in surprise at the sudden sound. Giygas' shape was wavering, writhing faster and more violently in the blackness.

We kept praying. There was nothing else we could do. Our attacks were useless, and barring a miracle, our metal bodies would soon split under Giygas' incomprehensible attacks.




Giygas spat out a horrible screeching wail and suddenly lashed out, sending us flying in separate directions. Even as he attacked us, he was freaking out worse than ever, his ghostly face contorted in a confused, enraged grimace. Forcing myself along, I stubbornly drug myself back to Paula. Jeff struggled to his feet as well. Poo, however, wasn't moving.

Jeff knelt down. Despite being in a robotic hull himself, he was no less of a mechanical genius than before. He quickly examined Poo's body.





Sparks shot out of Poo's body as Jeff worked frantically to save him.





I couldn't stand up with my one remaining arm, I couldn't help Jeff try and save Poo, so I did the only thing I could. I prayed with Paula for some...any kind of help. I saw glimmers of my friends and family, people we had met and helped along the way...Mr. Saturn. The Runaway Five. Paula's family. My mom and sister. I thought at the time I was seeing flashes of my life before I died. Now? I'm not really sure what happened, but I don't think it was that.


Yeah, I honestly can't say what happened right then, but Giygas started howling in pain. I could tell it was pain, because he was still somehow inside my mind. His thoughts were incomprehensible now. He was breaking up.









Pokey vanished. I didn't really care. Somehow, someway, Giygas was disintegrating before our very eyes. Whether we had beaten him or not, it didn't really matter, and I didn't care at all. All that mattered was, he was gone.
As his horrible, screeching wails built to a climax, a thunderous explosion sounded and the walls began to collapse around us.



Alas, we were too late. With a final horrific groan, Giygas shattered out of existence and his final resting place collapsed under our feet. We tumbled down, down, and smashed against the smooth, grey slate of the cavern.

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I couldn't do more than move my head around and look at the motionless robot bodies of my friends. My vision was getting spotty and I felt my spirit straying again. I remember thinking at that time, I wished I was human, if for no other reason than to shed a tear for my friends. They deserved that much. But I couldn't even move anymore. All I could do was lay there and wait to die with the rest of them.

But, of course, I didn't. I wouldn't have been able to tell this whole story if I had, would I? Somehow, my spirit found its way across time and space to Saturn Valley, where I woke up, feeling like I had been asleep for years. The sun blinded me, and as I squinted I realized I had real eyes again. I sat upright, gasping, realizing I once again had to breathe. I looked down, and saw my familiar striped shirt and jean shorts. And I looked around, and saw Jeff, Poo, and Paula, all of them alive and well, and back in their own bodies.


Well, we cheered, and yelled, and hugged each other, glad to be alive, glad to be human, but most of all, glad it was over. The world was safe. The Mr. Saturns cheered, and the humans applauded. One of the Mr. Saturns handed me a new red cap, to replace the one my spirit had left behind in the past. I imagined somewhere, someday, some archaeologist digging up a strange robotic husk with a ratty, ancient red cap on its head, and I started laughing uncontrollably.

Eventually, our joy calmed down, and a sobering thought loomed over us all. It was done, our journey was through. Our time traveling together would end now.



As we watched, Poo vanished into thin air, and in his place, three brightly wrapped presents plopped into the lush grass of Saturn Valley.

Each package was addressed to one of us. Smiling wide, we opened the packages to find a letter, each from someone we had missed during our journey. I found this note, from my mom:


Paula had gotten a letter scribbled in four different colors of crayon from the kids at the Polestar Preschool.

Please come and play with us again at the Polestar Preschool. Oh yeah, one more thing...Please bring us some presents, if you have any.
Jeff seemed embarrassed and didn't want to show us his letter. With some friendly prodding, he finally read it to us. It was from Tony, his enthusiastic friend from boarding school.



Dr. Andonuts came up and put his arm around Jeff.

I gave Jeff another hug.


We all had a good laugh, and Paula and I both blushed, I'm sure. It didn't matter. When you've been through something like that with a person, it's hard to be too embarrassed.




We clasped our hands together, and waving to Jeff and his father, and Apple Kid and all the Mr. Saturns, we teleported away to the peaceful outskirts of Twoson. I could have teleported right to Paula's house, of course...But I wasn't in any hurry to be by myself again. I wanted to enjoy a little bit of peaceful time with Paula before our journey really ended. I can't say for sure, but I think she felt the same way.
Finally, we ended up outside Paula's home at the Polestar Preschool.


I looked at her, confused, and she smiled, and tapped a finger on the side of her head.



We both stood there for some time, neither of us saying a word.


She ran forward and grabbed my hand. Both of us grinning, we teleported back to Onett, to the grassy hill up by my house, where we ran into someone unexpected. Police Captain Strong, who had long ago warned me never to come back to Onett, was standing tall and stoic along the road back to my house.




He held out the battered remains of the Starman head that I had sent flying into town with my bat.

He tipped his hat to me, and strode away. I let out a deep breath of relief. I knew I wasn't going to stay away from Onett forever, but I was half expecting having to beat up the police force again to get home.

My house was just up ahead, the windows open once again, the door unlocked. My heart was bursting with joy to see it and to know everything was gonna be alright after all that. Home, familiar as ever.






I grinned.

So Paula stayed for dinner and my mom kept her occupied with all manner of hilariously embarrassing photos all evening. Finally, I teleported her back home, and we got a rather similar welcome from her parents. After spending another few hours retelling our journey, I finally said goodnight and went home. Having a nice, hot bath and sleeping in my own bedroom again...I can't tell you how good it felt to be home.
And...That's really all there is to tell. It's been about a month since I got home. Things are pretty much back to normal. I missed almost a whole year of school, and got held back because of it...So now everyone in my grade thinks I'm some kind of idiot. I don't mind, though. Paula's parents are happy that we're seeing each other. I teleport to Twoson all the time, and we just hang out in Burglin Park, have lunch together...Sometimes I help her out with the kids at the preschool, too. Every so often we go see Jeff, who's living with his Dad in Winters now. They're getting along great. A little while back, we all went to Dalaam and had lunch with Poo. He's pretty busy with his duties as the Crown Prince, but he welcomed us as honored guests. I think it'll be a while before I'm used to the food over there, though.
But still...Sometimes, even though I can see my friends whenever I want, sometimes I miss the thrill of charging into battle, bat held high, my friends at my sides. I miss having a purpose, having something to accomplish. I know we did a great thing. I know the world is safe because of us. Sometimes I wish we could just do it all again, though.



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