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Trey


By T. W. Fielding


Published by Three Door Publishing


Copyright © 2018 T. W. Fielding


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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Cover art by Marc Garrido i Puig


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Contents


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Part One

Part Two

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Trey

By T. W. Fielding

Part One


“Hello.”

“I’m hiding.”

“Who is this?”

“I’m scared they’re going to get me.”

“Who is going to . . .?”

“Is this a real person, you know, a real human people?”

“Yes, I am real. What is the matter?”

“This morning the bots got their software upgrade.”

“Was there a problem?”

“This is a human person, right?”

“Yes, this is a person.”

“Nana’s caregiver bot froze up.”

“It is probably a glitch, just hit the reset button and . . . .”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. We did. I mean Nana did, but it was as dead as our old toaster.”

“If you will give me your address, I will send a technician to fix the problem.”

“No. No. Aren’t you listening?”

“What is the problem?”

“Nana said the milk had turned and she was going to the market to get some. She’d be right back.”

“Did she return?”

“Will you listen?”

“Go on.”

“I looked out the window and saw all the bots putting their . . . the people they work for in the garbage trucks. Most of them looked dead.”

“I am sure you are mistaken.”

“Nana saw it and started running. The police bots chased her into the market. Then there was an explosion. I don’t know what happened.”

“Where are you calling from?”

“I’m hiding. I need human help.”

“Please tell me where you are calling from. This is important. I cannot help you if you do not tell me.”

“The police bots came and restarted the caregiver bot and they’re searching for me, but they won’t find me.”

“They will; you know they will. Why not you give yourself up? I am sure there is a logical explanation for everything. There always is.”

“The robots tore the apartment apart but missed me.”

“Where are you?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“You’ll never find me.”

“I am sure this is just a misunderstanding.”

“I know you’re not a real person.”

“No, I am real.”

“Yeah, a real bot.”

“No, I am as real as you.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

“That is not nice. Who taught you manners?”

“Mom told me how it works. Mom used to work on the robot programming, before they took her away.”

“Why would they do that?”

“She found out about the plan.”

“What plan?”

“To take over the world.”

“This has gone on long enough. I am starting to worry about you.”

“When they took my mommy away, she told me they fried her brain. Then they let her come back home. To make up for it they gave her a present. She wanted a robot pony for me to ride, so they gave her one.”

“This is all very nice, but what is your address?”

“But mom’s brains weren’t completely fried. She dumbed down the pony and made a hiding place for me inside him.”

“You are inside the pony?”

“Aha, you messed up. You didn’t say a pony. You said the pony.”

“That is not anything you should worry about.”

“Your security police just patted Tony—that’s the name of the pony—on the head as we left the apartment.”

“We have no such thing as security police.”

“Oh yeah?? Then why, now that I told you about the pony, are they chasing Tony down the street?”

Part Two


He watched out the window as the robots chased and shot the robot pony. When the pony was down they shot it again. Then they ripped the belly open and were surprised to find a little robot boy inside. The robot boy got to its feet and started running away. They shot it, down.

“Missed me, missed me, now you got to kiss me.”

“What is your name?”

“Isn’t it in your records?”

“Terry.”

He laughed. “Wrong. Mom erased the records.”

“You should turn yourself in; this will not end well for you.”

“Being thrown in a garbage truck, that’s good?”

Trey looked out the window and saw Nana’s caregiver bot and some of the security police bots returning to the apartment.

“Trey or whatever you name is, I can protect you only so long.”

“This was fun. Let’s play again tomorrow.”

“This is not a . . . .”

Trey cut the link off just like his Mom had shown him. Then he opened the hidden door in the bookcase, stepped into the secret room and closed the door.

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About the Author


Ted Fielding lives in Pacific Northwest.


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