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This week's challenge: inventions!
“What is this one supposed to do again?”
“It makes chocolate chip pancakes.”
Lex watched dubiously as his son set the alarm clock on the counter. Sam’s tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth as he connected the wire with the clock and turned on the alarm. He stepped back and tucked his hands into his front pockets in a mimic of Lex’s pose. “Are you ready?”
“As I ever am.” Lex had an EMT on staff now and stock in several aspirin companies.
The tick-tick-tick of the alarm clock echoed like a death knell in the vast kitchen. Wires stretched between metal stands from which robotic arms with pinchers hung. Ingredients for pancakes were laid out in assembly-line formation beneath the arms.
Lex jumped when the alarm rang and Sam’s face lit up with glee. The attached wire sparked and the robots flickered to life. The arms moved to the hum of electricity, lights winking on the plate above them. Pincers took an egg from the carton, cracked it, and empted it into a bowl. The shell went into the empty spot from the carton. The bowl passed down the line on what looked like a conveyor belt.
Sam’s robot added milk, pancake mix, and chocolate chips, the robotic arms moving in perfect synchronicity. The next robotic arm had a whisk instead of pinchers and mixed the contents in the bowl.
The conveyor stopped at the edge of the stove, the bowl hitting a sensor to shut off the moving belt. The robotic arm above it had a ladle, which scooped batter and poured it onto a non-stick pan. The arm that stretched above the stove flipped the pancakes once with a spatula hand and then dished them onto a plate on the opposite side of the stove.
The robotic ladler and flipper kept repeating their tasks even after the pancake mix bowl was empty, until Sam shut off a switch. He picked up the plate of pancakes, went over to his father, and held them up for inspection.
Lex tore off a corner and stuck it in his mouth. A little undercooked and over chocolatey, but it tasted like a pancake. “I’m impressed.”
Sam beamed. “Just wait until you see the shaving robots in the bathroom!”
“I think you save that demonstration for your other father,” Lex said, ruffling Sam’s hair. Clark, at least, had invulnerable skin.
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“What is this one supposed to do again?”
“It makes chocolate chip pancakes.”
Lex watched dubiously as his son set the alarm clock on the counter. Sam’s tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth as he connected the wire with the clock and turned on the alarm. He stepped back and tucked his hands into his front pockets in a mimic of Lex’s pose. “Are you ready?”
“As I ever am.” Lex had an EMT on staff now and stock in several aspirin companies.
The tick-tick-tick of the alarm clock echoed like a death knell in the vast kitchen. Wires stretched between metal stands from which robotic arms with pinchers hung. Ingredients for pancakes were laid out in assembly-line formation beneath the arms.
Lex jumped when the alarm rang and Sam’s face lit up with glee. The attached wire sparked and the robots flickered to life. The arms moved to the hum of electricity, lights winking on the plate above them. Pincers took an egg from the carton, cracked it, and empted it into a bowl. The shell went into the empty spot from the carton. The bowl passed down the line on what looked like a conveyor belt.
Sam’s robot added milk, pancake mix, and chocolate chips, the robotic arms moving in perfect synchronicity. The next robotic arm had a whisk instead of pinchers and mixed the contents in the bowl.
The conveyor stopped at the edge of the stove, the bowl hitting a sensor to shut off the moving belt. The robotic arm above it had a ladle, which scooped batter and poured it onto a non-stick pan. The arm that stretched above the stove flipped the pancakes once with a spatula hand and then dished them onto a plate on the opposite side of the stove.
The robotic ladler and flipper kept repeating their tasks even after the pancake mix bowl was empty, until Sam shut off a switch. He picked up the plate of pancakes, went over to his father, and held them up for inspection.
Lex tore off a corner and stuck it in his mouth. A little undercooked and over chocolatey, but it tasted like a pancake. “I’m impressed.”
Sam beamed. “Just wait until you see the shaving robots in the bathroom!”
“I think you save that demonstration for your other father,” Lex said, ruffling Sam’s hair. Clark, at least, had invulnerable skin.
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Great drabbles!