A Writing Prompt Response: The Rope

View the io9 writing prompt here.

“Professor Jimbot! Robin!” Camilledron’s tinny voice shouted from the other room, “Come quickly!”

Robin looked up from the scrap of cloth she had found on the damp floor of the ancient abandoned warehouse. She hunched-rotated- her metal shoulder’s up to her auditory receptacles and vibrated against the damp chill that creeped along her sensors. Her digital emoter displayed a frown, and she glanced at the professor.

“Camilledron sounds excited,” he said, standing with a huff. His tone was casual, but his rusty joints creaked with haste. “Bring my things, will you, Robin?” Without waiting for an answer, he scooted off on his worn treads.

Camilledron’s call echoed about the place, and water dripped from the bare metal beams above Robin’s head. She shook her head and gathered up the delicate instruments the professor had strewn about the floor: the spindly carbon dating computer purred as she perched it on her shoulder, the digital visual memorizer and the organic unit hopped up and stood at attention, and the portable encyclopedia shuffled behind them.

Robin picked up the antique toolbox and toolbelt, its iron and wood implements gleaming in the light of her LED, with her most delicate interactors. She handled them carefully, knowing that the old professor would probably cry real-/- tears if harm came to them.

After she gathered the tools, she followed the professor into the other room. He and Camilledron were huddled beneath a strange thing which hung from the ceiling, illuminated by Camilledron’s LED. Their eyes glittered with curiosity.

Professor Jimbot reached absently towards Robin and she handed him the portable encyclopedia. With a sort of fearful respect, he pointed the device’s input sensors at the thing dangling from the ceiling.

“Organic fibers,” intoned the encylopedia, its voice bored. “Eighty-two percent hemp, eighteen percent various molds, bacteria, one beetle. It’s a rope.” The encyclopedia finished its analysis with a sigh.

“Fascinating,” breathed the professor. “Why on earth would it be done up like that?”

“This particular construction of rope, hanging down with a knot and a loose loop, was used by humans as a method to kill themselves,” said the encyclopedia, boredly. “The end of the rope would slide through the knot and constrict around a human’s throat, choking them to death, if not breaking the neck.”

“Oh my,” said the professor. His, Robin’s, and Camilladron’s digital emoters registered horror.

“The organic unit is picking up traces on the floor,” Robin whispered.

They all turned their sesnors to the floor. “Human?” asked the professor, dread in his voice.

“Yes,” said Robin.

The professor closed his eyes on his digital emoter. “It’s unfortunate, but this can’t go to the museum.”

A Day in the Life of a New Seattle City Dweller

I do all the same things I did when I lived in West Lafayette. Well…same but different. For instance: On Wednesday, it dawned a bright and beautiful day. I woke up at six in the morning, which is a lot earlier than I did in Indiana (thanks Pacific Time Zone), but I woke up like I usually do, had a snack, and then got to work.

I forgot to mention, I had to take the dog up to the dog park on the roof. It’s a nice view in the morning, all purple in the west and glowy in the east.

Chris woke up at 7 and made breakfast before he had to start work too. He made a delicious meal of Spring Benedict.

At our lunch hour, we went down to the gym and worked out a bit. I only do about 15 minutes most days, sometimes 30 minutes depending on how I feel. Then it’s back upstairs for a quick shower and lunch. But lunch on Wednesday was something new.

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We went to a place across the street from our apartment complex called Local Pho. Pho is a type of Vietnamese soup. It consists of a delicious broth and raw, or slightly blanched vegetables. You mix the broth and the vegetables, and the hot broth continues to cook the vegetables while you eat. It’s sort of spicy and very savory, even though we got the vegetarian version.

And guess where we ate it…

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So I guess my daily habits are a bit different here, but not really. After work we had to go run some errands, and it was the usual thing. We went to the organic pet store to buy the dog some organic food. It was really not much more expensive than the stuff we bought in Indiana, since we had to buy her expensive food there because of her allergies to corn.

After that we went to a local bar called the Belltown Pub to meet a group of people we discovered online. They meet every Wednesday to play board games. Chris and I learned how to play The Settlers of Catan. It was a lot of fun!

And thus ended our day in Seattle. It’s not much different from previous days, but it is a little.

Going Vegetarian

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Today is my first day being a Veg head! I want to become super conscientious about what I eat, even more than I already am, but this time my reasoning is different. In addition to concerns for my own health, I also want to do this because many aspects of the food industry treat animals with cruelty. I will change the world in my own small way, one plate at a time.

10/10/11 The Journey of the Laeta (Part 2)

You do not realize how tired you can get until you drive 16 hours and then spend three hours on a boat in the sun. I attribute most of my exhaustion to the actual boating part. I managed to get a decent sleep in the van.

On a boat, you are constantly moving. Even if you are just steering, or just stowing items below deck, your muscles are constantly engaged to keep your balance. And then there’s the fresh air and the sun, which always brings out a ravenous appetite and sheer exhaustion.

So after we ate at Archies, we returned to the boat and went to sleep. Jerry slept in the van because we couldn’t get the table to convert to a berth.

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