Stories tagged “scooter girls”
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Disappointment in the Wee Hours of Morning
The playground fell silent. Thin trails of smoke from the would-be captors wafted on the morning breeze. The sedans did not transform, for which Violet was grateful. She felt like she should be breathing hard, but her metal chest neither rose nor fell....
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Name Calling and Other Friendly Activities
“You…you…you…” The mechanical Rae struggled to articulate something negative, but seamlessly written interlock code kept replacing anything she could imagine with a different phrase. Meanwhile, the real Rae had fallen merc...
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Masquerade Breakdown
From her seat on the other side of the classroom, Rae stared at Violet and the robot. Is that two-bit copy of me off her nut? she wondered. You don’t just break Masquerade unless…crap. Rae jerked to her feet, yelled, “Ima throw up!”...
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A Sinister Evacuation
Rae gripped the handlebars as if her life depended on it as Vi-scooter bumped down the stairs to the first floor. Someone yelled, “Hey!” Rae chanced a look over her shoulder. It was the principal, and he looked mad. “Oh, I am so buste...
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Deja Scoot
Meanwhile, at the other end of the school yard, another girl on another scooter surveyed the evacuation. Violet had thought there was something odd about it, then Rae, her scooter, had reminded her that the fire trucks were the wrong color. And relucta...
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Turn Around and Walk the Razor's Edge
Violet didn’t say anything. Then, a moment later, Rae heard her own voice from a couple of days ago played back through Violet’s speakers. “Will you be good so we don’t both die? I’ll remove all the interlocks if you promise.” ̶...
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Fish or Cut Bait
“Maybe we could take a look,” Rae mused. “Could be a Marauder base…” “Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Violet asked, converting to robot form in a clatter of moving parts. “The other me and the other you...
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Process Oriented
Meanwhile, miles away, Rae the scooter and Violet the girl stopped at the corner just up the street from Violet’s house. “Hey, why’d you stop?” Violet asked. “Look at the driveway.” An unfamiliar black van was just p...