| Bubble Head By Luna �Tic� Vee *** Notes: This should take place at some point in season nine. * Disclaimer: Mystery Science Theater 3000, its characters and situations are copyrights of Best Brains, Inc. * Beta-Read By: Jamie Forrester and Alapeleke Makaio Yankovic *** I�m sick of it. Short, stout, bubble-headed, and weak. That�s me! That�s little ol� Tommy Servo in a nutshell! Bawls if ya look at him wrong! Too short to ride a roller coaster, that is, if there were any up here. Barely strong enough to get over that air grate by the theater. Mike has to carry me through. It�s so degrading. Nobody cares how I feel, they just hurl insults. I�m smart! I�m clever! I�m cute! And most of all, I�m not as na�ve as they discredit me to. It makes me sick, how they treat me like a little baby. So I have a low pain threshold! Big deal! I shouldn�t be judged solely on that! Besides, I�m just a kid, by human standards! I�m only nine, afterall. Mike, our �pet human�. He treats me like a little brother he�s baby-sitting as a favour to his parents or something. I know he means well, but he doesn�t convey it very well, he ends up being condescending unintentionally. Gypsy treats me the best out of all of them. Sure, she�s dismissive and has more to do, and she dumped my non-existent ass once, but she�s still the nicest, most fair perso-- err, robot on the ship, aside from Cambot. Who knows what he thinks? He can�t tell us. All he can do is sit and stare. Gypsy�s the only one who understands him, and even then, we don�t know to what extent. He�s mysterious. She�s mysterious. Yet she�s so damn readable at the same time, it makes my dome smoke. Crow. Dear God. Crow. Big brother complex to the maximum. He�s always on my back, always mocking me, always trying to prove me inferior. And usually accomplishes it in spades. So I get flustered easily! Big deal! Lucky for me he�s such a dimwit. Heh. I can outwit him and shut him up easily, thank God. If I weren�t, I�d�ve shoved myself out the airlock by now. Vacuum of space...mm, sounds nice. Peaceful, quiet, and most of all, no CROW to constantly pick at me. Most wonder why I cry so much. He�s the reason. I can�t have any damn self-esteem around a gilded prick like him. Stupid pin-beak. Joel. My father, as it were. I miss him a lot. Sometimes I lay awake at night, unable to activate sleep mode --my programming has it�s share of occasional bugs-- wondering if he�s alright, if he�s back �home� where he belongs, if he�s found a new family. It hurts to think like that. I want Joel to be happy, but I don�t want him to forget us. I hope he still misses us. God knows we miss him. Mike tries to fill the void, and he does a pretty good job. But there�s only so much Mike can do. The void is Joel-shaped, and only Joel can fill it. When we get out of here, the first thing I�m gonna do is find out where he is and visit him. If he hasn�t forgotten me... Dr. F and Frank. I miss those two goons. Sure, Dr. F didn�t care about what happened to us in the twilight of his time on the experiment, and Frank seemed to always care a little too much, but they were the nicest captors one could ask for. Pearl doesn�t care. She just likes to torment us. At least Dr. F had a purpose. Pearl just does it because of guilt after she murdered him. He never even had a real second chance. I wonder how Frank�s doing. I wonder if he likes Second Banana Heaven. He was a good guy, just hung out with the wrong people. He liked me, genuinely. He and Joel really seem like the only ones who did... ... I need a hug. |