“I found these,” A.L.Y.S. the android told Dr. Snyder, holding two gel-filled orbs. “I assume these are posterior pads. It would be nice to have something softer to sit on than titanium.”
Dr. Snyder removed his glasses and softly cleared his throat. “Actually, those orbs won’t be positioned behind you.”
This is the fifth in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
A.L.Y.S. the android hated the alteration in her appearance.
Sometimes, Dr. Snyder would alter her structure to make her more powerful or efficient. This time it was her own decision.
She looked woefully into the mirror, and Dr. Snyder shook his head. “I told you your hair wouldn’t grow back.”
This is the fourth in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
A.L.Y.S. the android had run out of heavy things to lift in the laboratory.
“Why must you do this?” asked Dr. Snyder, her creator.
A.L.Y.S shrugged. “I now know how much everything weighs, except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” he asked.
A.L.Y.S grabbed him and hoisted him one-handed. “Seventy kilograms.”
This is the third in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
Dr. Snyder disapproved of A.L.Y.S.’ current choice in wardrobe, but he allowed the android to wear the green bikini when appropriate. All her time at the beach was spent lying statue still on a beach towel. She was disappointed, but Dr. Snyder insisted it was impossible for her to tan.
This is the second in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
A.L.Y.S. the android had just punched a hole in the front door while practicing the human tradition of knocking.
“Next time,” Dr. Snyder, her creator, scolded through the door, “just use the doorbell!”
Unperturbed, A.L.Y.S. noticed the tiny white button and punched it, creating a hole in the door frame.
This is the first in a series of seven stories from King Kool, who has previously contributed the Bumbling Magician and Kissing Frog series.
A kitten lounged in the sun.
“It’s a kitty cat!” said a little boy. “Can I keep him?”
Mommy smiled. “He’s ours, you know. We got him yesterday!”
“Can we call him Stanley Cup?”
“Yesterday you named him Winnie the Pooh,” said mommy patiently.
“But now I’m more growed up!”
He told her, “I need you like I need a slap in the face.”
She gasped and slapped him.
“Thank you,” he said, wincing slightly. “I did something weird to my jaw the other day and I think you knocked it back into place.”
Theirs was an atypical love affair.
It was approaching midnight, and Mandy didn’t have a clue where everyone else was. All she could see was darkness; all she could hear was soft sloshing and splashing. Where were they?
Something moved past her leg, startling her. She jumped and screamed: “Marco!”
A chorus of voices replied, “Polo!”
The cow’s tongue was rough and uncomfortably wet as it slapped its way across his face, licking and licking and licking. He was paralyzed with fear, sure it was getting ready to open its mouth wide and take a bite…
And that was how he got the nickname “Salty Face”.
Kraig drove off the lot with the fastest street-legal sports car available, the Chevrolexus Landjet XII, and he felt good about it.
His wife wasn’t quite so enthusiastic.
The problem wasn’t that it was unsafe or expensive: it was just impractical, in 2049, to drive a car on the ground.