Mechanical Mike E-Book

Paul White

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

I had much so much fun in creating this story it has encouraged me to venture into writing more tales in the realms of 'Comic book /Pu;p fiction' Science fiction.

Mechanical Mike is a fun tale, a modern pulp fictional story of Metal Robotics, Nazi-occupied France and Love.

I originally penned this for a science fiction website that never became a reality, so with a few alterations and edits, I have made Mechanical Mike into an Electric Eclectic Novelette.

Enjoy.

Leseprobe

Paul White

Mechanical Mike

An Electric Eclectic book

To all those who have gone through amazing changes in their lives and come out, new & shiny people. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Mechanical Mike

MECHANICAL MIKE

An Electric Eclectic book

by

Paul White

Copyright © Paul White 2017

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Introduction

Introduction

Electric Eclectic books are written by indie authors to introduce you to their storytelling styles.

Feel free to visit the author's website here where you can view his current books and see which are coming next.

Thank you for choosing to read a Paul White story and thank you for selecting an Electric Eclectic book.

Waking

Mechanical Mike

There was a strange humming in my head as I prized my eyes open. I could see flaking plaster dangling from the ceiling between the industrial fluorescent lighting. Pushing myself into a sitting position every joint seemed to creak and groan. I knew I was in a bad way. My whole body was shaking, an uncontrollable vibrating which matched the whirring inside my head.

It must have been a pretty good night. I cannot recall feeling like this since… since when?

That was a good question. My thoughts were blank. Besides wishing to know where the hell I was and asking myself how did I get here?

I tried to think. Nothing.

I was drawing a blank.

I stood and raised my hands to rub the weariness from my eyes when I froze. My hands were clad in metal gauntlets. Hey, my arms were covered in metal too.

“What the heck is going on?” I said this out loudly, which gave me another shock. My voice was raspy and high pitched.

I looked down at myself. I was dressed in some fancy outfit, a kind of knight in shining armour get -up

“Ha ha,” I chuckled, it must have been one hell of a party last night.

The only problem was, I could not remember one single thing about last night. In fact, I could not remember one single thing about anything.

I shook my head. Still nothing. I blinked, hoping that would somehow shake the cobwebs from my head.

I did not.

A scary realisation hit me. I could not fathom who I was or what my name was. This was certainly the hangover of all hangovers.

I hoped last night was worth it.

I knew I must leave this place and go home. Home… now, where was that? A vague idea floated through my mind… east… by the river…. fourth floor.

Maybe things were coming back to me? seeping into my dull and befuddled mind, at last.

I headed for the door, a grey steel door near the corner of the room. I guessed this was the way out. Nope.

It was a small bathroom, cracked, grimy white tiles, dusty rusting pipework, a hand basin littered with debris below an old, yellowing cracked mirror, hanging precariously by a single rusty screw.

Glancing in the mirror I caught sight of myself.

I stared back in disbelief.

I was not wearing a knight's costume. This was no fancy dress, no playful outfit. I had been made into a robot.

A bloody robot, an animatronic cyborg of some form.

“No freaking way” I shouted at my reflection. My metallic digitised voice echoed off the walls.

Grasping the hand basin, I spun around, ripping it from its mountings. I threw it across the room, watching it smash against the opposite wall.

I was shocked by my own strength. I did, however, glean some satisfaction from watching the sink shatter into smithereens.