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The first captured me-chee, literally, removed every single door from my house. Since, the doors were molded from steel metal. Honestly, I didn’t notice the doors or the other steel metal items inside the old house.

  However, the first captured me-chee did a good job, soldering the piece of stolen steel metal around the floor, the three walls, and the ceiling. The old barn appears, like an old dull painted red wooden barn on the outside, fooling the farmers. However, the interior is a shiny silver glow on the floor with a nice array of black slick metal on the three walls and ceiling.

  The wall, with the barn double doors, takes up three-fourths of the space, so I left it alone. The heavy steel metal would have broken both barn doors, and then my surprise party would have been soured.

  Hatch and Jara returned, very late, last night with the merchandise of party decorations.

  I leaned and curled my folded body against the wall, closing my eyelashes, calling out the vocal commands.

  The me-chee machine is a dumb machine, which cannot harm a human, or an animal, under any circumstance. Therefore, a dumb machine follows a dumb command.

  And, I had programmed the me-chee with my voice pattern, only. Yeah, I could have performed a kill punch, deactivating the me-chee for Hatch to command and administrator the decorating.

  However, you do not de-activate a me-chee, in front of another me-chee. The machine is dumb, but thinks with logic. The me-chee machines would have revolted, or done something, not nice to me, if I had attacked its metal brother or sister.

  I splash cold water onto my sweaty and dirty face, not bothering with bathing, last night, or the night before, or the night, before that.

  I dress in my shorts and naked feet.

  The orange jumpsuit lives inside the garage with the other orange dust. I dress in my farmer gear, before I load into the flier, being dirty with orange dust and dirt, all the time.

  Farm house of Buffo’s grandparents. kitchen

  I stomp up the smooth wooden planks into the kitchen. I don’t smell any cooking grease or fresh baked biscuits.

  I stomp into the dining room. The table is not set with numerous clean and shiny eating plates and utensil. The chairs are neatly stored underneath the wooden edges.

  I stand, parking both hands on my hips. I whisper, not alarming the family members. “Where’s the food for breakfast?”

  Buffo swiftly appears near the wall corner. He coughs then sneezes. “Honey…”

  I stand, stationary in place then wrinkle my face, recognizing the contagious cold symptoms. “Yeah, darling!”

  He coughs then sneezes. “I got a cold, coughing and sneezing. Well, everyone is sick, today. We’re too sick to work on the farm. Lucky, ya got a day off…”

  I gasp, dropping my mouth. “The plowing? The seedlings? The rain is a-coming on Sunday. Are you doing all the farm work, today, instead, Buffo? I can help ya, do some more…”

  “I took the kids to the school house. I feel somewhat better than the other sicker adults, being young and not too sick. But, I have a headache and dizziness. I’m going to back to bed, resting. We got tomorrow and Saturday to finish the plowing and farming. Good night, Ketona!” Buffo slightly smiles then swiftly slides behind the wall corner.

  I gasp, dropping my mouth. “Tomorrow and Saturday?! Naw!” I swing around, shaking my dirty curls, stealing the closed box of cereal. I have food inside my house, but, like to steal things from Buffo’s grandmother, too.

  She doesn’t like me.

  My farm house. front porch

  I march out the house, crunching on the food. “Saturday is the surprise birthday party. You can’t be surprised, if you’re working on the farm. Naw. Nope. No.” I stand inside the kitchen, eating the cereal. “They can’t work, today, being sick. I’m not sick, so I do all the work,” then I slump my shoulders. “I’m only one girl. There are thousands of acres of dirt and zillions of seedlings.” I frown with worry. Then, I smile and nod. “Hatch, he can help me,” then I slump my shoulders, again. “He’s asleep with Jara. They did hundred percent of the shopping and decorating of the barn, last night. I slept against the wall, resting, while the me-chee machines did all the other work under Hatch’s wise command.” I gasp, smiling and nodding. “The me-chees. No. Yes. No. Yeah, buddy! The machines are denting the dull paint on the walls, inside two bedrooms. They ain’t doing nothin’. They’re programmed to work. Yeah. Yes. Yay hay!” I set the box of cereal on the kitchen counter.

  I giggle, swinging around, quietly padding up the stairs, without awaking up Hatch and Jara.

  First bedroom

  I stand inside the archway, without the door, giggling with amusement. The house is three stories high, almost touching the skyline.

  Hatch and Jara occupy the third story, needing their privacy and a good hiding place from the Establishment, and the farmers, and the dookie workers, and the mayor.

  I whisper. “Me-chee.”

  The machines recognize my whisper. The eye sensors turn red with alert.

  I whisper. “Quietly walk down the stairs. Then, go out the rear door. Then, stand behind the garage.” I nod, swinging around, quietly padding on the stairs, too.

  The me-chee are all pure logic. They walk one at a time down the stairs and then out the rear door.

  I beat them out the house, standing behind the garage, in front of the big pile of orange hats, matching gloves, scarves, and jumpsuits, in various sizes. I also found a box of used sunglasses in various styles. I added the box to the growing pile of clothing. The sunglasses will hide their glowing red eye pieces, in case, one of the other real life farmers stops by the house for some sugar cubes, or coffee grounds, or nosy questions.

  The me-chees create and form a long perfect straight line.

  I exhale with annoyance at the pure logic, walking down the line and barely whispering. The me-chees possess excellent eyesight and hearing, being an excellent machine. “Who can operate a tractor? Please, raise your metal hand.”

  No hands are raised.

  I frown with annoyance. “Do you possess a program for farming crop fields on a farm? Raise your hand.”

  Every hand rises towards the skyline.

  I giggle. “Load the farming program, now.”

  The eye sensors turn blue for activation. I giggle. “Grab a pair of sunglass a hat, a scarf, a pair of gloves, and a jumpsuit from this big old pile of orange clothing. Then, wear it and cover your entire metal body.”

  I watch each me-chee sort through the pile, dressing like a farmer, sorta ugly.

  I walk up and down the line, studying each me-chee.

  Each machine is dressed, looking an orange geared up farmer. You cannot see the metal eye sockets, or its face plate.

  I stand then whisper, not awaking up the family members. “Scan the open crop field. I command one me-chee operates one tractor. Then, steer your tractor side to side, tilling up the orange soil. Then, unload the tiller equipment from behind your tractor and store it outside the barn lot. Then, load the seedling planter behind your tractor and then plant the seeds along the tilled orange soil. The seed bags are located inside the barn. Then, plant the seeds, until the seeds are all gone from the barn. Go me-chee and locate a tractor.” I giggle.

  The me-chee is a giant computer, using logic. Each machine starts walking in various geographical directions. When the first me-chee locates the nearest tractor, the first me-chee will claim and climb into the first sighted tractor seat. Being logical, not bossy, the second me-chee will scoot around the first tractor and then locate a second tractor, obeying my commands.

  I giggle, loading into my flier, lifting it from the dirt.

  I will fly around, monitoring all the me-chees and their farm work on the tractors.

  Chapter 16

  Colfax

  8:01 am

  map room

  Duchie and Rincon giggle and cuddle, entering the map room. They halt at the archway.

  Marsilla stands in the middle of the platform, smirking and nod
ding. She crosses her arms over her golden jumper.

  Duchie and Rincon walk towards their assigned glass desks, sitting and staring at Marsilla with curiosity.

  Nephella and her mama enter the map room. Nephella doesn’t acknowledge Marsilla, scooting into her glass desk, sitting and whipping out her pen knife.

  The mayor smiles and nods, walking into the middle of the platform, being her usual lecture spot. “Good morning, interns.”

  “Ms. Mayor, I came into the map room, here, early, this morning for my assignment. However, I have found something of interest.” She fingers the map on the wall. “All the me-chee machines are missing from the blue colored barrier wall, inside Montag, since last night. All gone! I, of course, have sent for the travel car, being a new learneth studious brilliant intern.”

  The mayor gasps, swinging to the map, studying the contents. “There are numerous black circles, too, along the barrier wall, also.”

  Marsilla nods. “I have been vocal, since the first day. The black circles are the key to unlocking the mystery of the barrier wall. Now, the me-chee machines are missing, but there are numerous black circles, also.”

  “How is this possible? What is your theory?” The mayor asks, studying the wall.

  Marsilla sways back and forth on the platform, smiling next to the mayor. “I believe that the barrier wall can be parted for a short length of time. I believe the me-chee machines are part of the causation of the mysterious black circles, upon the barrier wall. A me-chee machine is charged ions, part of an e-field. Therefore, if a me-chee, accidently, or purposefully, touches an e-field, then the e-field will absorb the me-chee mineral. Eat it, like a monster.” She giggles. “I have double counted, twice. There were twenty posted me-chees, along the blue colored barrier wall, on top of the smelly hillside trash. Now, there are forty black circles, which can be coordinated with the position of the missing twenty me-chees. Since, twenty times two equal forty, Rincon.” She giggles and nods to him.

  Rincon frowns with fury. “You cannot coordinate one single posted me-chee with each pairing of two black circles, precisely, intern Marsilla. The me-chee is a machine, but it sways back and forth on top of the trash pile, when the pile shifts in both heaviness of volume and planet gravity of pull.”

  The mayor nods to the teens. “Both of the interns are correct. However, I would like to hear some more detailed explanation from Marsilla.”

  Marsilla sways side to side, smiling. Then she spins, walking to her glass desk in the northwestern corner of the platform. “There are forty circles, where the missing and absence twenty me-chee machines did stand, stationary, last night, inside Montag.” She stands in front of her chair. “However, I find it interesting, also. I doubled counted, twice, also. Upon the blue colored barrier wall, there were, precisely, two stab wounds, where the single stationary me-chee had stood. Therefore, I have accounted for the missing twenty me-chees, represented by forty stab wounds, twice. However, there is a particular accounting, not explained of one additional stab wound, outside the parameter of the two cold spots.” She presses her cell.

  The map enlarges, showing the southeastern portion of the blue colored barrier wall.

  Marsilla sits inside her chair and then fingers the map. “There, right there. There are three stab wounds. I cannot explain.”

  Duchie frowns at the map. “It…is a dent from the trash bin. We’ve explained this particular theory about three zillion times, idiot Marsilla.”

  Marsilla nods and smiles to Duchie. “I don’t think so, intern Duchie. The additional stab wound is new. And, using the science of mathematics, a set of three stab wounds forms a perfect 90 degree right angle.”

  “A right angle is drawn upon the barrier wall.” The mayor frowns, smashing her nose bridge piercing in ugliness at the map.

  Marsilla nods and smirks. “A very good analogy, Ms. Mayor. A perfect right angle would scatter and then separate the ions into a single wide opening, allowing for the me-chee to fall inside the hole, or maybe, for a teen to dive into the other side.”

  The mayor gasps then swings to Marsilla. “You believe that a teen has successfully parted and penetrated through one of the colored barrier walls. That is impossible, ridicule, and insane, Marsilla. An e-field is radiated with deadly radiation. The teen would be burned, at the least, or dead, upon diving into the other side, at the most.”

  Nephella laughs. “Burned and died, that’s explains my theory, too, Mama.”

  Marsilla giggles. “I can’t prove my theory. I can, only, state it. However, the me-chees are all missing and are all unaccounted for, today.”

  The mayor exhales, viewing her shoes then Marsilla. “Everyone get into the travel car. We will investigate and interview the peoples of Montag and find my missing me-chees.”

  Marsilla stands, smirking. “I have double-checked, twice…”

  The mayor frowns, smashing her nose bridge piercing in ugliness, again. She studies Marsilla. “Double-checked, what twice?”

  Marsilla smiles, sitting inside her chair. “Within the barrier wall of Dandine, there are twelve missing me-chees. And, there are twenty four parallel black circles for each missing me-chee, numbering twelve…”

  Rincon sneers. “We’re all geniuses, here, idiot Marsilla. We all know that twelve times two is twenty four. What’s your stinky point, coming from Dookie Town?”

  Marsilla giggles. “And, there is an additional stab wound, which also forms a right degree angle.”

  The mayor gasps, walking to Marsilla. “You have found a right angle formation upon the yellow colored barrier wall of Dandine, too, where the original set of twelve me-chees is missing, also.”

  Marsilla smiles. “Yes, Ms. Mayor! I have found the twenty four black rotating circles and I theorize, here, too…”

  Rincon frowns with annoyance. “You have provided an excellent theory, here, today, intern Marsilla. A me-chee is a machine. The machine touched and then tapped the barrier wall. The electrons collided and then collapsed, together. Now, the me-chee machine is part of the barrier wall, melting, like candle wax. The machine is made of lead, a component of the e-field, too.”

  The mayor gasps, swinging to Rincon. “Yes, Rincon! That is an excellent solution to the twelve and twenty, the thirty two missing me-chees. I wasn’t very smart, placing the machines as guard units…”

  “Mama, we are not a violent society. We are a peaceful one.” Nephella nods and smiles.

  The mayor nods to Nephella. “You are correct, as usual, daughter.” She views Marsilla. “Thank you, intern Marsilla. You are very bright and clever in solving the mysterious barrier wall and the black circles. Which dream job did you dream about, working and living here, in Colfax, dear?” She nods and smiles.

  Marsilla giggles. “Actually, I have not proposed my completed theory, which has two parts. The me-chees are really metal machines, which obey any vocal commands. I find it interesting that one, if not all the me-chees, actually rammed into the barrier wall, all, at the same time. The machines have a confirmed fail-safe programming code, preventing such a self-destructive activity, like melting your circuits within a radiated barrier wall. Secondly, the me-chee is a dumb machine, which, also, obeys based on a set of vocal commands. Therefore, a smart teen could have ordered all the me-chees into the barrier wall, thus creating a mess and a mistake, maybe…”

  The mayor gasps. “What mistake, Marsilla?”

  Rincon frowns. “What teen, Marsilla?”

  Marsilla giggles. “Let us examine the actual electronic facts, here, present, rotating along the electronic map, inside the map room. There are thirty two missing me-chee machines with a set of mathematical associated numbered black circles, inside both Montag and Dandine. There are, also, a matching right 90 degree angle formation, within both Montag and Dandine. So, in conclusion, a smart teen has used and abused the set of the poor defenseless me-chees as a weapon, or a pawn, melting it or them into the barrier wall. We all possess knowledge of a barrier wall and the asso
ciated components. It is a low frequency band of charge ions, forming an invisible field. Adding a touch of radiation, the invisible field becomes visible in pretty colors to the naked eyeball. If the ions are parted by any type of natural earth mineral, like nickel, or aluminum, or lead, then the field collapses into a visible opening. The opening is open, allowing for freedom, a teen from the outer township of Dandine…”

  “What are you saying, Marsilla?” Rincon frowns with worry.

  Marsilla giggles. “I am saying the facts. Now, the me-chee is made of lead, which is a natural element of the planet and naturally reacts to the barrier wall, making it open, says me.” She giggles. “I have doubled-checked this, twice. In the past fifty decades, the five dream jobs have, only, been earned by five teens, only, coming from the posh city of Colfax,” she views Duchie. “No outer township has ever placed, inside the golden color tone…”

  Rincon frowns with annoyance. “The Cubby Hole is done and gone. This is our new job position for the rest of our lives, inside Colfax. Your theory has gone south and sour, along with your pookie dookie, Marsilla,” he chuckles with Duchie and Nephella.

  Marsilla giggles. “Yes, the Cubby Hole is done and gone. However, during Citizenship Day, there were five teens from Colfax, who were vying for the five dream jobs, within Colfax. The five dream jobs were a medical technician, a legal technician, an administrator technician, a me-chee designer, and a me-chee technician.”

  The mayor gasps. “A me-chee technician is a person, who programs the me-chees into action and commands, within the ruling populous of my mayor duties.”

  Marsilla nods. “Yes, Ms. Mayor. And, my neighbor friends from Colfax, we all studied, and learned, and prepared for our dream jobs, while attending Citizenship Day, here, inside Colfax.”

  The mayor gasps. “You actually studied and prepared to program a me-chee technician.”

  Marsilla smiles. “I studied, and learned, and prepared to be a legal technician, since my parents are both legal technicians, here, in Colfax. To complete my true story, Rincon studied to be a medical technician. And, here, he sits among the dream jobs with the other golden four teens of the Cubby Hole. Alas, he and I are the only ones...”