"Alright pally, you ready for your first day of school?"
Percy could feel his knees clanking together, and his stomach felt funny, he could feel the frosted bolt cereal he had eaten for breakfast spinning around like clothes in a dryer.
"I feel kinda funny Dad, do I have to go in? I might be sick." Percy widened his eyes as if to convey an illness that was encroaching from his feet up to his antenna.
"You'll be fine. Don't worry about a thing." Percy's father smiled warmly, and patted him on the head. His father's heavy metal fingers felt comforting as they patted his own steel cranium.
"What am I going to learn in there anyways? Its nothing you and mom can't just teach me at home right?"
"Now Percy Babbage don't you get stubborn with me, young man." Percy cringed as his father's face grew stern and stiff with determination. This was the face that always let Percy know he was pushing too far.
"Alright Dad. I'm sorry. "
"You'll be fine son, you've got a lot to learn about. Remember the future of our world is in your hands. You must carry on the legacy of machine."
"You don't think there'll be any humans in the class do you?"
"Maybe one or two. But don't worry times have changed. They're the odd ones now."
Percy picked up his metal lunch pail which had his sheet metal sandwhich and a thermos of oil and gave a weak smile to his father. He turned around and walked through the front doors of his future.
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I like the stories, the illustrations, everything.
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