Dear SJWs: Your plan won't work in the U.S.A.Okay, well, to first explain my "opinion", let's explain somethings:Dear SJWs: Your plan won't work in the U.S.A. by Nightstabaccmoved
1. For any of my watchers: I'm trying to get my account user name changed. I'm going to (at least in the near future) start to be more active. Maybe. I mean, this is really just something I wanted to rant about now. Anyway.
2. I'm not advocating (or trying to) discrimination between race, sex, etc.
Ok, with that out of the way, let me explain what I mean. Alright, so, if you've been on the Internet and seen what a Social Justice Warrior is and what they preach is: Someone who aggressively (to the point of sounding illogical and sexist or racist) tries to force TOTAL "equality" between all people of different race, gender, etc., even when it's unnecessary to try to achieve that/it's unpleasant and not needed. Like for example (and yes this happened once) a kid holding a door for a women and the women acting like that was discriminatory as the boy "believed she was so weak she
Human After All_Ch 4
Things were not going according to plan for Dr. Kamikazi. First, Miss Mbola's father was supposed to be out of town today. But not only was he at home for some reason, he had also seen him and Constantine in he act of breaking into his house and kidnapping the robot that was legally his adopted daughter. And Kingsley Mbola was a wealthy man, and a diplomat. He would go to the press with this story, and they would listen to him. For years, Dr. Kamikazi had carefully avoided being seen by the parents of those meddlesome kids he kept running into. He couldn't believe how easily he'd made that mistake now.
Second, and worst of all, someone had shot down his ship while it was still over San Francisco. He had been expecting to make it safely back home to Kaziland, where he would deactivate Robotgirl, make a full body scan of her and use the blueprints to clone an army of super-powered robots. Meanwhile, his brand-new genetically engineered tyrannosaurus-shark hybrids would keep Robotboy and
Human After All_Ch 3
TEN MINUTES EARLIER:
Gus rarely bothered ringing the doorbell or in any other way announcing his arrivals at Tommy's house any more. There seemed to be an implicit understanding that Gus could come by anytime without being invited to do so. On occasion, the Turnbulls had let Gus into the house and allowed him to stay and watch TV, even when Tommy was out. This Saturday, however, Tommy was still inside as Gus entered his room Unannounced, of course.
Tommy, on the other hand, barely noticed him at first. He and Robotboy were sitting by the desk, examining something in a test tube.
"What are you guys looking at?" he asked with mild interest.
Tommy turned towards his friend: "Oh hi, G-Man. We're trying to figure out Dr. Kamkazi's serum."
"What serum?" Gus leaned over and looked at the bottle next to the tube. "Oh, the love potion."
"Unfortunately, chemistry is not my strongest suit", Tommy said.
"Have you tried taking this stuff to an actual chemist?"
"I've considered it, but what w
Human After All_Ch 2
Lola had overslept. It was half past ten on a Saturday morning when she entered the Mbola residence's kitchen. Of course, her adopted sister Robyn was up already, but she didn't need much rest anyway. Currently, she was making breakfast.
Robyn was an Asian girl with tall, pink spiky hair - Or at least that's what she looked like. In fact, her skin was made out of synthetic matter. So was her hair, which was large and bushy in order to hide the two large nodes that were sticking out of the sides on her head. The skin was there to hide the fact that her body was made out of metal and plastic. Nobody else in the household knew about this. Not the family Doctor. Not Lola's dad, Kingsley Mbola, the powerful diamond tycoon and diplomat. Not even Vivian, Lola's stepmother and her dad's current wife, who was practically like a mother to Robyn. Nor did they know that Robyn's background story that her divorced mother had died, and her father was an undercover policeman who couldn't take c
Human After All_Ch 1
FROM PROFESSOR MOSHIMO'S PERSONAL NOTES
When first I created Robotboy, I said he surpassed all expectations. Roughly four years later, he has done it again.
There were no lacks of warnings from my scientist colleagues when I decided to leave my greatest creation, dare I call him my son, in the care of Tommy Turnbull, a young - very young - aspiring robot technician. I was aware of the risks of letting mere children take care of Robotboy. Nevertheless, I did so because mere children could teach him the one thing I couldn't: How to grow into a real child. A real boy. Ever since I found out that I couldn't have children of my own, I've been trying to create a child. All attempts failed miserably, until I made Robotboy. But what life could I offer him here in my secret labs, surrounded by other machinations? The life of a yet another machination, that's what. If Robotboy ever were to become a real boy, he would have to be in the company of other children. They could teach him to become hum
Human After All_Ch. 17
Chapter 17: Your Loved Ones
Tommy and Gus found Vivian wandering alone in the corridor of the Mbola estate. Unfortunately, she was too shaky to be of any real help. When Tommy tried to ask her if she'd seen Protoboy, or where Robyn was, she broke down sobbing:
"She called me mum..."
The two boys exchanged puzzled glances.
"My sensors tell me that Protoboy is on the same floor as us at this moment" Robotboy informed them after doing a scan. "We should go and find him."
"Seek out Protoboy? Are you crazy?" Gus shrieked.
"I know that Protoboy wants to fight me. It cannot be avoided. I might as well confront him now and get it over w-ACK!"
Robotboy suddenly began flipping in spastic moves, and shaking convulsively. Then he reverted back to his unconscious "toy robot" form, and fell flat down on the floor.
Standing in front of him was the cause of Robotboy's sudden deactivation: Y. Mriram Adhabu, pointing the particle beam gun.
"I am ashamed to shoot an opponent, any opponent,