Frankenstein's Monster: A Short Story

Matching green "trousers" and a pair of yellow boot-shaped feet completed what, essentially, was a visually ironic mishmash of superhero and what a child's vision of what a robotized Frankenstein's monster would look like.

A look that Spring couldn't help but start to underestimate, as Dee raised her fist and pointed it towards the antennae on the robot's head. Another burst of RF signal from the ring, and after centuries of inactivity, Frankenstein Jr.'s eyes slowly flickered open.

The well-made and reinforced floor trembled under the automaton's footsteps, as he gradually stepped out of the chamber, every quaking foot-fall steadily changing Spring's mind about how clownish this machine's appearance was.

"What..." he gulped with a dry

I did it! Frankenstein Jr., the legacy of Professor Horace Conroy is mine! My enforcer! My champion! My deliverer of destruction, if the world doesn't acknowledge my public ascension to the throne. And we don't even have a

"You said that you had data recovery as a utility program, so it shouldn't be that hard to fix them."

"Normally, yes,” Velum shrugged. “I can repair recent memory damage, but these gaps are a little over three hundred years old. Trying to fix data that old is risky."

She took a handful of cables from a utility closet and walked behind her friends, connecting an end of a cable to each of their rear cranial ports.

"And that's why we're here. I knew that whatever was going on, I’d need some help. These computers are better than me at recovering old files and archival data, so we're going to patch into them. Hopefully, the Civic Central Database can repair our corrupted memories."

She turned to Marcie and the others. "But, if they fail, do us a favor. Tell one of the Vellums where we are, and leave us, here."

Marcie didn't like where that request was going. "Why?"

"If our operating systems crash or our memories get completely corrupted, we're as good as dead," Vellum sighed.

"Why?” Daisy asked. “You'd just need another one of those operating things, right?"

Vellum nodded. "We could get copies of our OS's installed, yes, but...they'd wipe clean what memory we had, during the