Please Don't Tell My Parents I Blew Up The Moon by Roberts Richard

Author:Roberts, Richard
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781620078143
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2015-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

y supervillain jumpsuit was hanging in the closet when I got back to my room, and my underwear sat neatly folded in the drawers. We would not have to storm the laundry room just to free me from thirty pounds of bloomers.

I kicked my bedroom door closed, got dressed, and stepped back into the hallway in comfort and style. Buckling my goggles over my eyes, I smirked at the wreckage of Miss Brassfarthing. She hadn’t approved of our returning so early, and I felt Ray’s response of tearing the automaton off its rails had been entirely justified.

The goggles were nice. My helmet was back on Ceres. Its visor and these goggles both matched my prescription, and sometimes, I plain forgot just how blurry the world was without glasses. Replacing the goggles’ lenses had been a good idea. Plus, the leather and brass fit in perfectly with the local color scheme.

Claire glided out of her room, skating a circle around me on friction-defying sneakers and pirouetting to a halt. Ray was the last to the party, adjusting the fit of his black bird mask and hat. He had the food bag slung over his shoulder, or at least he did before holding it out to me.

I rummaged through packaged meals that even a day old smelled better than Europa’s rubbery fish. A snack would be nice, but something I wanted much more lay curled up at the bottom of the bag. Scooping Archimedes up in my hands, I sat him on my shoulder and wound the end of his tail around my neck. Red eyes opened, he stretched, and his claws locked into my jumpsuit.

We were ready to wreak some havoc.

“Do you always pose like that when you don’t have an audience?” Remmy demanded from down the hall. While we changed, she had spent a few minutes taking the stricken Miss Brassfarthing apart, apparently for fun.

“If you pose, the audience will come,” Ray mangled a quote Remmy couldn’t possibly have gotten anyway.

Armed to the cat again, I reached into one of my pockets, feeling around for the cornerstone of this operation―a damp, pulsing red control squid. Vera had only been one reason I was grateful the automatons didn’t confiscate belt pouches from mechanics.

“First thing’s first. Where’s the security automaton?”

Remmy gave me a hard, suspicious look. Did I sound a little too eager? I hoped so!

“Why…?”

I pulled out one of my two remaining squishy alien toys. “I plant one of these on the security automaton, and the other on the automaton running the aetheric fluid condenser. We walk out with a couple of vats unopposed. The bots might even roll out a red carpet.”

That metaphor probably flew over Remmy’s head, since this place had red carpets everywhere. She had more strident concerns, waving her hands and shaking her head at me. “No, no no no no no! If you use Puppeteer weapons in public, the whole colony will panic! Besides, the security automaton only deals with outside threats.”

I gave her my own suspicious, sidelong look.

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