Junior Earplug Adventures: Those Magnificent Earplugs (Part 30)

Well, the one good aspect of mechanised life-forms that have lost their marbles is that they are mentally malleable and open to persuasion. It took only a few sharp words barked loudly, and a kick up the cybernetic backside, to get the red-eyed Sentinel Robot to respond to verbal commands. So, rather than patrol the faux museum with revenge solely upon its mind…


Now the insipid pale robot became putty in Buttox Barkingwell’s hands. It followed obediently, and in silence, as the group returned to the upper levels…


Neither of the three former monastery dwellers had any history with Sentinel Robots: but Miles had supplied a pocket history, and it was obvious to all three of them that they couldn’t leave such a potentially dangerous being behind when they evacuated the building: it could louse up all their plans by turning on the power again. So they decided to do something really mean. To this end they  handed it over to the ‘care’ of the Earplug twins…


…who told their latest acquisition that it needed to use the toilet. Naturally the gaga robot was only too pleased to accompany them. In fact not a single internal alarm bell rang inside its robotic cranium, even when it was presented with…


…the door to the outside world. In fact it couldn’t care less – and didn’t care less that it couldn’t care less. Chester did, though…


…when the vicious cold of the exterior air met, and overwhelmed, the diesel engine generator’s feeble efforts. In fact he very nearly…


…froze his butt off.

“Cripes, Miles,” he managed through lips that had been all but sealed by the bitter cold, “help me get this big wally out the door – before I’m frozen to the spot.”

Miles was only too keen to get the door closed again: he too suffered terribly in conditions that were somewhere south of room temperature. So he didn’t hesitate to lend a helping hand; and within seconds…


…the machine, formerly known as Red-Eye, found itself outside the Museum for the first time since it had been a member of an invading army of superior robots from the future, two years in the past.

“Ugh?” It said to itself as the chill air cooled it’s over-heated cybernetic brain, and a degree of sentience returned.

Then it began hammering upon the door…


But it wasn’t quite as sentient as it thought it was, because it said nothing that might persuade the earplugs on the opposite side of the door to re-open it.

“You pathetic fleshy  pink things: let me back in.” It roared. “Or I’ll shove my left hand crossflow sub-trunion right up your nose!”

But after a half-hour of increasingly aggressive threats, Red-Eye gave up and shuffled away from the museum outbuilding…


“I didn’t like that dump anyway.” It grumbled to itself.

Then, as the freezing conditions worsened…


…a thought lodged in Red-Eye’s electronic mind.

“Wait just a darned minute.” It blurted into a rising breeze. “I’ve just realised what those dumb-ass earplugs were jabbering about. This isn’t the proper museum. I’m not the proper vengeful Sentinel Robot. But I do have a new quest. No more revenge – at least for now: now I need to re-unite with my real self. Then, together, we will wrest control of the Museum of Future Technology from those ghastly rubber beings. This I swear.”

But little did the false Red-Eye know, but inside the proper museum…


…K’plank discovered the real Red-Eye going through his garbage, and shot it. He then carried the remains to Brian Blasted’s press, and crushed them.

Something of this event must have filtered into Red-Eye’s consciousness, because…


…realisation dawned upon the robot. It would never re-unite with itself. It would never rule the museum. And it would never complete its mission. So it de-activated itself, and froze solid upon the spot.

© Paul Trevor Nolan



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Writer of silly tales, taker of pictures, and all round good egg
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