"Welcome to a new morning in Metasteam! This is your host, Galileo speaking. Today is the twelfth of July, 2614. Here on the bright side of the moon, our town shines bright as a landmark should! it's going to be three hundred years old by next week! So keep your hats on!
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Now as you all citizens know. Today's is memorizing day! Where we all write our origin and send it to the bosses's office at the end of the day! Such moments should be kept if suddenly we would all disappear or die! That is, I assume.. Common knowledge." he sounded serious "pffft... HaHaHa I'm making myself laugh from my own jokes! Anyways. Now here's the weather report. Have a nice day and be thankful you are still alive! Good day!"
The hour is 07:10. The radio delivers the weather report. Meanwhile in Zick and Jack's bar the fun never ends! Loud laughs can be heard all over the place as the radio plays in the background. As if they all got a birthday and celebrated together until they couldn't anymore.
The hour is 19:00. It's evening and our brothers Zick and Jack are on their way from the hospital. Jack's memory fails him while he desperately tries to recall what led him to go to the hospital.
The streets were empty, buildings from colorful wood and rusty golden metal decorated the sidewalks. the buildings were two stories tall each, the town looked so steampunk like, yet the lights disturbed give more of a cyberpunk look.
Nothing disturbed the mood, it was quiet, nothing could be heard but pipe trees and steam grass blowing through the wind of the moon. Jack started a conversation, breaking the silence.
"Soooo..... ehh... Zick!" He giggled nervously as if he was accused of a terrible crime and had to lie his way out of it. "My favorite brother! what exactly... um... darn happened when I wasn't 'around~'?" He dragged the 'd' of the word.
Zick looked to his older brother Jack, a bit of steam came out from his ripped striped top hat.
Jack steps a bit back in fear that Zick will kick him or anything like that.
"You wanna know? Do you have ANY idea what happened when you weren't "around~"!" Zick mockingly coppied the way Jack said it in anger, looking at him in disappointment.
"Any idea at all?! YOU and YER stupid alcohol addiction almost killed YOU and ME!!!"
As Zick says that while almost busting out of rage. Jack comes up to his younger brother and pats him on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey, now... I know I did some terrible things while I was drunk like breaking stuff and cursing but how bad can it darn be now?" Jack sounded concerned.
While Jack looks a bit calmer, Zick turns his grey metallic robotic head one hundred and eighty degrees to Jack behind him as he starts screaming at him.
"YOU MADE THE MAFIA PUT TRACKS ON US! AND IT IS ALL YERRRRRRR FAULT!!!!!"
Jack looks at his brother. scratching his head, while he tries to acknowledge what he just heard from his little brother's loud Scottish tone.
"Darn."
Zick looks furious than ever. As he continues to yell at Jack while the older brother still looks unsure yet questioning himself and his brother at the same time.
"LIKE, LOOK AT ME! My ARMS are twice the length of my body while my LEGS are the size of a FUCKIN' ba~by's! I had to build FOUR spider like robotic arms, to help me walk properly and help me stop YOU from YER darn!..... stupid!... FUCKING! Addiction! yet it doesn't fucking work!" He screamed at the top of his vocal module.
"Since when did you even start YER drinking problem anyway?!" He calmed a bit down.
Jack looks calmly towards his angry little brother. as they keep pacing down the street. He then looks up clenching his fist, surprising Zick.
Zick starts to get frustrated more and more while waiting for Jack's answer, yelling at him with his hands folded on each other.
"Stop playing games already Jack! Just Fuckin' say it already! You are afraid of telling Yer ONLY Brother or somethin'?!!!" He kept yelling furiously.
Jack looked at Zick with a serious expression. Punching him in the face, making Zick fly to the other side of the street.
"WOAH! WHAT. THE FUUUUCKIN'. HEEEELL!! JAAAAAAAAACK!!!!" The further he flew the harder it was to hear him.
"Don't you darn think I was programmed to have this darn addiction from this start or anything or I'll punch your darn face again..." frustrated, Jack sighed.
Zick made his way back to Jack angrily.
"WHAT?!! Why did you FUCKIN' PUNCH ME?!! I just asked you ONE SIMPLE QUESTION and you with Yer attitude punched me across the street! What do you mean also you were not programmed to have this addiction?! We all got programmed to act the way we do by MOTHER." Zick looks confused but he shrugs it off as the day took a roll on him and he was too tired to make sense of anything.
"Huh..."
Jack looks at Zick as they enter the wooden bar. he removes his jacket and throws it to the staircase that leads to their rooms up in the second floor.
"Hmm... It's pretty quiet in here... Weird... Where are the darn costumers?..."
Zick looks around, Surprised. Taking off his ripped top hat and scratches his head with confusion."
"Quite weird indeed... but right now I don't want to get distracted from the fact you GODDAMN PUNCHED ME." Zick brought up the topic again.
Jack immediately jumps behind Zick. Putting his finger on Zick's mouth as he still looks as confused as he did before.
"Shh... you darn... heard that too. Right Zick?"
Zick looks around towards his brother, worried, trying to figure out what Jack was talking about. Looking around, he didn't see anything in the empty, warm and clean bar.
Looking towards the twenty four round wood tables, with four chairs each.
"Ehhh... Jack? What are you fuckin' talkin' about? I don't see nor hear anything. Are you sure you are okay?"
Jack pushes Zick back, as almost if it was an instinct, making Zick hit his head on a table and knocks him out.
"Darn... now I gotta do this all alone..."
As he walks slowly to the stairway that lead to the second floor, he starts to hear that sound again. A moan of what seemed like a woman.
Jack takes a step back, trying to figure out what was the sound he just heard, he made his way closer towards the sound.
The hallway consisted of a narrow wooden hall with three doors on one side, the closet one to the stairs opened up to Jack's room, the second in order lead to the bathroom and the third one which presumably the sound came from was Zick's room.
Jack approached Zick's room slowly as the moans got gradually louder. Jack passed on his room and the rest of the hallway without thinking twice, ignoring any chance that Zick's room was the only one occupied.
The moans only grew louder and higher in volume as Jack, confused yet interested at the same time was in confronted with Zick's room's door. The grey, rusty metallic door was closed shut yet Jack still heard the moans.
The door opened slightly. With a surprised expression, Jack slowly put his right hand on the shiny, golden door knob as more and more excitement and interest surged through his "spine".
The door opened. With an even more surprised expression. Jack saw on Zick's two person bed a woman. A naked woman, cloth less but a wet towel, covering her from her ankles up to her chest. The woman kept moaning as her left hand was reaching between her legs.
Jack started scratching his head with his hand under his long, purple hair.
The woman looked around Zick's room. Not noticing Jack staring at her, The room was filled with small, rusty, metal robots toys. And a window that she could look out of to the streets if she ever wanted to.
Jack stepped back but the noise he made moving his leg was too great to go unnoticeable, letting the woman know of Jack's presence. She looked back at him slowly as her long, red hair flung in the same direction as her head.
A smirk grew on the woman. Staring at Jack as he stared at her, making Jack become even more confused and interested at what's going on.
The woman starts talking in an attractive, sensual, low American tone.
"Oh. Hello there dear... you can't just look at a lady like this... like it's normal for you to see things like this... but I could shrug it off if you join me... You entered the room so at least some sort of interest resides inside of you..."