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Part Four
I peered out my bedroom window-- the smell of espresso had awakened my sleepy mind. The sky, as the red giant rose
over the horizon, was glowing fiercely. Streaks of darker red speared the sky. As I dragged my body into the forward
quarter, I discovered Tommy obediently serving the rogues.
They were treating Tommy rather harshly, and it sickened me to watch. The worker's callous laughter was beginning
to really bother me too. And their smell, that God-awful smell, was nauseating.
But I remained calm. "So," I looked over to where Spark was finger kicking paper balls at Tommy and I
kindly asked him, "really Mr. Spark, when are you and your men leaving?"
Burping loudly, the red haired leader grunted, "Just Spark. No Mister, or anything like that. Just Spark."
Burping again, "Like I told you last night, crop grower, when we finish killing the delegates, then we will
leave."
I was beginning to feel mighty sick.
Part Five
Some hours had gone by when I heard a scream coming from one of the grunts who was lounging in the right quarter,
followed by a terrible explosion from outside the dome. Spinning around, I saw the grunt shaking violently in a
beam of bright yellow. I noticed up through the dome a battleship, military police type, firing a disintegration
beam through the dome's force field. Somehow, the military had gain access to the entry codes of dome's force field.
Doctor Madi was starring at the beam, his mouth wide open, his eyes blood red. "What the hell!" He growled
out. He then looked my way, waving his sabor with his hand, "The crop man was lying! That's a C.S.A. attack
vessel!"
"Take offensive action! Fire up through the dome!" Spark howled.
Another disintegration beam seared its way down through the dome, purging two rogues instantly.
My dome was at its end. Giant gaps were forming in it, pieces of it peeling and falling down into the harvest.
At any minute, the heat from the red giant will fry everything alive or lifeless underneath it. Everywhere were
rogues dying quickly, their bodies evaporating instantly. Another explosion rocked me and a few of the remaining
rogues off our feet.
I got up fast, thinking dreadful thoughts about my harvest: visualizing it whipping wildly in a rage of fire; visualizing
the hot earth bubbling underneath the flames; and finally realizing that I did not need to worry about my harvest
not producing. No, not anymore.
I motioned for Tommy, who was appearing from behind the macrovision, to follow me. Between the falling debris and
the panicky cross fire of photon beams, Tommy and I finally made our way to the teleport chamber's entrance.
However, before I could make it into the teleport, my arm was nearly ripped off by the brutal Dr. Madi. My heart
stopped. His grip was tightening, hurting me. The monster then screeched at me through badly stained teeth, "Where
do you think you are going crop man! There's one telepod, all the other have been destroyed--" another blast
shakes us both, "and there's just room enough for two in the tele-pod. And that's means room for the robot
and me! Not you!" He lifted me up and slammed me against the wall.
Luckily, Tommy came to my rescue -- prime directive number one: no harm must come to his Master. Digging its claws
into the Doctor's chest, it threw the rogue halfway down the hallway.
The Doctor quickly got up on his feet again, grunting and complaining, his hands gripping his torn chest. He reached
for his firearm that was hanging around his neck and aimed it at me; blood was trickling from his mouth.
Tommy reacted quickly, firing a beam of deadly photons through the Doctor's neck. Madi's head plopped to the shaking
ground, bounced around for a while, and finally rolled behind a big heap of falling ceiling. More ceiling began
to crack and fall just in front of me. But I just stood there as it cracked, scared senseless, knowing that pretty
soon my world would come crumbling down on me.
Tommy's electronic mind acted quickly; grabbing me with its magnetic beam, he propelled my petrified body into
the remaining telepod. There was smoke rising from its square head, rising from his neck and knee joints, and all
his others joints. Shaking my head, I squinted my eyes to get a better look at my rescuer, and discovered why his
joints were smoking. He'd been struck by a stray photon beam. The beam had opened a big hole on the left side of
his head. Globs of energy was bubbling from the hole.
"Good bye, Master Alfred. The telepod is ready for take off. Go now, before it is too late." He said
to me as he buckled to the ground.
After pressing a few buttons on the telepod's control panel, the telepod started up. I was then quickly jettisoned
out of the dome, on a course set for another dome. The battleship made no attempt to intercept my telepod. My guess
was that it scanned the speeding telepod for Dr. Madi and Spark; and after finding no signs of the two rogues within
my pod, it decided to let my telepod escape.
I looked out the rear portal of the telepod, as the pod veered from the farm, and saw my farm and dome surrounding
it finally explode into millions of parts.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
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