Supermush and the Biomechanical Girl
He had an old-fashioned alarm clock placed over a towering pile of cheap paperbacks and slippery magazines. They had eventually suffered the same destiny most bedtime books suffer: Their owner had just grown too tired to care. The clock, though, had the kind of persistent sound that eventually either drove its owner crazy or helped him enter sleep.
He had a sentimental affection for the clock. It had a powerful sound. When it had something to say, it made itself very clear. Just like he thought he did.
This morning, however, seemed different from the rest: Normally, he would have waited for the clock to ring forth its alarm. But not today; as he pressed down the protruding, skittles-shaped button on top of the clock, it made the old-fashioned tinny sound you would expect it to make. Normally this was to ensure another five minutes of impatient laying-about (coined with the reassuring realization that the clock was not going to greet its owner later), but today Tod just got up instead.
This morning seemed different in the way coffee tastes different: You've bought the same brand of coffee for thirteen and a half long years, you've prepared it in the exact same manner, with the same amount of spoonfuls, the same ol' coffee maker, the mug with your name on it - and yet the bloody thing seems to taste altogether different every once in a while.
At least that's what Tod would have thought about, if he ever thought about how his coffee tasted like. But Tod - he was not one to think about things like his coffee. Normally he would leave his mug next to the pile of other dishes without remembering to tap water into it so that it would make washing the dishes easier, but today he felt a rush of energy at the back of his head and turned the tap on.
"What a peculiarly good start for a day!" he thought to himself, although not in wording that would be tangible like that, it was more a feeling than words forming a phrase in his head. Yet as he prepared to enter the buzz, rattle and hum of the street underneath his apartment, he experienced what could be called a feeling of slight hesitance. He knew today was different.
As he passed the doorstep, though, he regained his composure and sternly waltzed down the home street to the apartment parking lot where he kept his car, a white Toyota Tacoma LX.
As he was cruising (perhaps not the most appropriate term for describing his driving style) down the street, Tod saw a sweating, tanned white man in a white t-shirt furiously running past his car. Only shortly after a voice rang through the neighbourhood. Enthralled by the sound of this beautiful - albeit admittedly high-pitched or even shrill - voice, Tod could not decipher its message at first. For a second there Tod is completely and entirely captivated not by the message of the scream but by the miraculous sound, now ringing and echoing in the very chassis of the car. This baffled him enormously.
And then the reality of the situation set in. He once again saw him - the thief! - run. Not once in his life had Tod Lolsen thought of attempting to seize a criminal but right there, energized by the voice (now only ringing in his ears, or rather, in his thoughts) he experienced a buzz, an electric spark at the back of his brain, a powerful current, a primaeval command that ordered him to stop his car at the corner of the street.
A flame of strength sparked up in his veins as he swiftly parked his car at the and literally jumped out of the vehicle in pursuit of the man. The thief, instantaneously noticing Tod trailing himself, began yelping threats: "I got a gun! Huff. I got a gun man! Puff. I gona shoot yo up real good man! Huff. I gona shoot! Puff."
Tod keeps running.
As he runs and runs - up and around the bend of the complex - he suddenly feels his worn body electrify. He swears he can see sparks flying in the most immediately proximate atmosphere. He can feel the air giving in, substracting before his very body. A tingling sensation reaches his toes and fingers, in this order, and he begins to realize that if he ran for some more he would in all actuality overtake the thief and subsequently the very laws of gravity itself.
Alas, this event never occurs as the thief trips and pitifully smashes his skull open on the pavement. As he picks up the purse, he looks at the man with disappointment, secretly hoping he would have had the opportunity to continue and test his thesis. A sense of uncertainty enters the back of his head: Was he merely daydreaming, overexcited or just panicking?
As he turns to return the purse, he realizes the woman has been standing right behind him all this time. He realizes he should be alarmed, but he feels reaffirmed instead.
"You know what?" Tod says, offering the purse to the woman. "I feel like my body is bustling with energy. I've never felt like this before. I'm electric. All thanks to that thief, or should I thank you instead?" The woman seems distant at first, but then Tod sees her eyes get back into focus and a smile enters her face. "Don't thank me", she says, "Thank yourself - and anyway, I should thank you instead, for my purse, that is".
Tod feels this is not all there is to the situation, however. "Your voice-" he says, but the look on the woman's face tells him to stop mid-sentence. "Tod, yes. I have come searching for you and I have found you", the woman says. "There is still time. Come" she says and grabs Tod's arm with strength Tod would have never expected.
As they enter Tod's car she suddenly says "Before we have time to explain the entirety of the situation to you, there are two things you must know... about me and you. For now, you can call me the Biomechanical Girl, and from this day on, you will no longer be called Tod Lolsen... you shall be known as the Supermush!"
As the car rolls down the street and Tod prepares to park the car it suddenly disappears in what can only be described as a marvellous ball of white light.
