" : Chapter 1"
It was a late May afternoon. David Kilner was killing time. School was out, and all his friends were on vacation. He'd spent all afternoon harassing the foreign cashier at the Qwik-Stoppe until he had threatened the police on him, and even then it took him a while to leave (me's note: did you get that?).
While dwelling on the subject of what to do next, David had wandered into the middle of the street (me's note: don't cross in the middle...). He was jolted to his senses by the horn of a hov-car and the screech of air brakes. He jumped to the curve (me's note: i meant curb...) and looked around him, and the driver of the car was yelling, and as David turned to go about his way, was given the finger by the driver as well.
(me's note: here's where it gets dumb....) The year was 3032, and technology was in full effect. Computers ran everything from toilet seats to the Senate. It was decided in December of 2060 that humans had (me's note: have...) too many faults and were (me's note: are...) not fit to run a government. Machines were developed and put into effect and that is how things have been since. (me's note: i apologize for the next few sections) The above decision was, of course, reached by a computer named Philosophocles (me's note: *cringes*). This has nothing to do with our story yet, other than the fact that it shows how important technology is to society.
David was 17, and had been since December 12. He would have been driving aimlessly, but Philosophocles had determined that humans could not think clearly enough to drive until they were 33, and so 33 was set as the legal drving age. Because of this, David walked aimlessly, and longed for the way things were before December of 2060, 955 years before his time. He'd read about this period, and decided it sounded pretty good.
As David's mind wandered, a large African-American man thundered toward him, closely followed by three patrol bots and a whole squadron of police hov-cars manned by human officers (me's note: ?). As the man drew nearer, David realized just how large he was. He seemed to be about seven feet, four inches, and was very muscular. He had short black hair, and he wore a dark green shirt and a light tan vest. His pants were black and baggy, and he wore very large scuffed-up (me's note: that's scuffed-up, yo) boots. Boots that came ever-nearer to David.
Another peculiar thing David noticed, other than his sheer size, was how fast the man moved. He appeared to weigh in excess of 500 pounds, yet moved like a 120 pound Olympic sprinter. (me's note: i am omitting the next part, because it's EXTREMELY stupid.) The man zoomed toward David, and scooped him up as he blazed past.
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...and with that ends the first chapter of " ". told you it was bad.