My New Smile And I Are Going To Catch a Nice Girl At This Party Tonight! Part 4.

THE HSR IS WRAPPED TIGHTLY IN SOME THERMAL CLOTHES AND WITH GOBS OF HOT CHOCOLATE, AS HE IS TRAVELING IN HIS HOT AIR BALLON, BUT THIS IS NO ORDINARY BALLON, BECAUSE IT COMES WITH A LARGE LIVING CHAMBER, WITH ALL OF THE AMENITIES OF HOME, INCLUDING WINDOWS TO SEE THE PLANET EARTH, AND THE MOON, A FUNCTIONING KITCHENETTE, A BATHROOM AND A MEDIA CORNER TO KEEP IN TOUCH AND SHARE WITH HIS 500 MILLION FOLLOWERS HIS LOW ORBIT SIGHTSEEING TOUR, AND HIS SPECIAL "CLOUD BED" TO GET A “UNIQUELY HEAVENLY SLEEP,” because all of this is being video documented for posterity and a reality show, and to show your “I have a bad case of acrophobia, even when I put on high-heels!” smile, that it is a little risky being an adventurer!   
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“Someone told me to live life as an action adventure. I did. Now, I’m surviving by my wits!”

Quick background: I just wish I was back home, at the club, nursing my favorite sip—blended fresh orange juice and ice, with two cherries on top! After testing out the new stacked smile my dentist blessed me with, I caught the eye of this fine woman. But after looking deep into the forbidden areas of her eyes, I am transported into a new reality and find myself in unprecedented dangers, escaping trouble fast, attracting deadly enemy fire, and being hotly pursued by heavily armed drones with a bad-attitude human…and that’s just for starters!

Dressed in an astronaut-looking suit, I’m being chased by flying robots, down a street in this bright-lights, high tech city that’s totally new to me.

I turn quickly into a storefront. A woman dressed almost like me, stops me as if she was waiting there for me, hands me a small box and tells me to put it into the wrist compartment of my space suit quickly!

After doing so, we try to run out of the back of the store, where we are immediately cornered in back and in front by the drones and that commanding human.

They want the small box I was just handed, but I’m not about to give it up. It just might be my ticket to surviving this…mess!

Just as the drones start to shoot first and ask questions later, the floor opens and the girl and I fall through, safely out of the way…

…and the drones start shooting and their bullets hit the other drones, and they knock each other out of commission, with sparks flying everywhere.

But the human that was with the drones wasn’t hurt. That’s more proof that I’ll take brains over A.I. any time!

We both land on the floor below not hurt.

The woman said, “Let’s move…It’s too hot to stay here any longer!...You’ve got the box, right?”

While high-tailing it out of there, I answer, “Yeah, right here in my wrist compartment. What’s inside?” I ask.

She says, “The code key…it’s one of only two left…we must keep it safe if we want to ever survive!”

We hop into a vehicle without tires and zoom down a corridor quickly. I know the robots are pursuing us and we’ve got to get as far away as possible.

“So, what is this fight about, with the drones and all, and that person back there,” I ask.

She responds, “By the way, my name is Gem. I was told that you were coming. Here, drink this. Oh, press the button on the neck of your suit to open the face part.”

Feeling around the neck parts on my suit, I find the button, press it, and my visor opens up. Taking a long gulp, I can tell this is…orange juice…my favorite…but it has something else in it.

“What’s this? “ I query.

“Potentiated orange juice. All the nutrients to survive a whole week are in there,” Gem confides.

We take a sharp right turn, then left, then head back up to what must be the street surface. I don’t hear any rumblings in back of us by those robot pursuers.

I start, “Gem, my name is…”

She cuts me off, “I know who you are, I know why you’re here, and I know I’ve got to get you to command ASAP!”

“Oookay!,” I end.

“Press the red button on your right wrist. That activates the laser decimater that blasts out from your fingertips. Careful, though. It’ll cut through ten feet of steel like a wet paper towel,” Gem warns.

The vehicle stops and we jump out. I follow her to an old door. She opens it and looks out both ways, then we walk fast down the street we’re on now, while looking out for drones and other threats.

“Almost all of the people walking on the streets of this city have been processed and had thought limiters placed in their brains, so that they just work and sleep, without really living life,” Gem reveals.

She continues, “Our numbers of RLs…”

I interject, “RLs?”

Gem say, “Real Livers. Our numbers are getting less almost every day. When we are spotted engaging in anything outside of the very mundane, and especially having fun, and dreaming, we stand out. When that happens to the point to where it can be seen, then the cameras pick it up, and then come the drones to escort us away. When we are returned back by them, we are programmed to just do our jobs and that is it!”

I observe, “Dang, that’s the easiest way to get total worker compliance, and 100% productivity!”

But that’s not all…,” Gem relates. “After people give thirty years of service, they are “disappeared" and are turned into “organic resource material.””

Gem concludes, “I’m trying to make sure of that, but none in our network have been able to confirm where these places are, and what exactly is done with us.”

As she peers from behind a building, she puts her hand to my chest, signaling for us to hide back around this corner…

…she senses something coming…

About ten drones in tight formation are whirling and whizzing down the walk way.

They pass us by, with no hint of them noticing us…

But just to be on the safe side, some thing tells me to turn on the laser decimater…

I slide it to on ever so slightly…

But that small disturbance is picked up by the last drone in the formation…

…and with a terminating look on its face, it turns our way, and alerts the other killer drones to our presence…

I spread my fingers out, and aim them in the directions of the drones…

…and fire ten laser shots at once to melt them…

…but they get off some shots of their own…

I turn to Gem, we duck for cover and…

TO BE CONTINUED…

May you have many…If you were stranded on a hot desert for days, and you’re finally rescued, and the people who found you gave you some precious icy bottles of water, would you drink all of the bottles, or would you waste some of the nice cold water on your head and hair to cool you down?...next time you get a chance, do this—when a big shark comes straight at you under water, and opens its mouth wide, before it takes a big chomp out of you, scream like the Dickens—I hear that the shark, any shark, will put its tail between its fins and swim away fast!...no, drinking hot sauce will not kill the bacteria in your mouth!….smiles!