From: hartung@ee.fit.edu (Geoffrey (Curt) Hartung)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.anime
Subject: Jingoro's Fanfiction (reluctant Buma pt3)
Summary: Jingoro's Fanfiction (Reluctant Buma pt3)
Keywords: fanfiction
Date: 26 Jan 93 06:43:41 GMT
Organization: Florida Tech, CP/EE Dept.

Ok, you asked for it, you got it! this is the Reluctant
Buma, part 3... please be merciful, it is a tad less inspired
than the first 2 parts, i think, PLEASE!-tell me what you think
i would like all the input i can get (unabiding hate, abject
approval, i'll take what i can get)
 
 
without furthur ado..
 
 
------- Part 3 ---------
 
  This would be a good time define exactly what a buma is. It is
very distantly related to a thing called the "boomer" in that
they are both made of metal, but one is much bigger, a boat, and
travels under the water, waiting for orders to fire a bunch of
missiles.
  A buma's main characteristic is its ability to emotionlessly
carry out the instructions given it. Like a computer, it will
cheerfully murder, destroy, maim, or run for public office, at
the push of a button. It takes nothing personally, and means
nothing personally, but unlike a computer, it has the ability to
adapt, to analyze past experiences, and modify its performance. 
  A second characteristic of a Buma is its looks. Now, when
describing the looks of an imposing, indestructible killing
machine, you might say "it is like a Buma". This pretty much
describes them. They are the standard to which all other robotic
bad-guys are measured. Terminators have nothing on Bumas, they
are fast, maneuverable, strong, and carry big weapons in strange
places. (trust me, don't kiss one) 
  Buma's are manufactured by a large company known as Genom, what
this stands for, no one knows, but it is suspected that someone's
aunt is being honored in a very strange way. Anyone can own a
buma, provided you have enough money. Owning a Buma has it's good
and bad points, however. They make great bodyguards, but tend to
go all out at the slightest provocation, giving rise to a bad
point: you have to keep them well-supplied with suits. Busting
out of the suits can get expensive (but YOU try convincing a Buma
to take it off first, their stubbornness is legend). Almost as
expensive is the skin they bust out of, which has to be re-grown
every time. 
  Buma's come in all varieties, from innocuous androids to large,
heavily armed and armored war-buma's. There is a buma for all
occasions (though they do make LOUSY bride's maids, and their
reputation for being poor cooks is well-earned). 
  The one thing you need to know about Bumas, was that what just
emerged from the dry-cleaners was acting nothing like one.
  Oh, it looked like a Buma, sounded like a Buma, and terrified
people like a Buma, but there was something very different about
it.
  Its eyes were green. A nice, cheery kind of green, this
particular shade belonged more to a cheerful field of grass than
a Buma. Not that the people cared. When Buma's are spotted alone,
it means one of two things, they have either malfunctioned, and
are going to kill people, or they are under orders, and are going
to kill people.
  But the little girl who walked up to this Buma knew that it was
safe. She knew a lot about bumas. Oh, not that elementary schools
in Tokyo (where this story takes place, the author subtly informs
the reader) have courses like "Intro to Bumas, 101: what to do
until the Knight Sabers arrive", but they do make the occasional
comment like "don't talk to strangers, climb into Lion cages
unattended, or walk up to a Buma and say 'Hi'"
  "Hi", said the girl, as she walked up to the Buma, "you don't
act anything like a buma, you know." She looked at the buma,
well..scoldingly. In that impetuous little scolding-like look
that only very cute children can generate. 
  The people (now at a safe distance) watched in frozen terror as
the buma did a most un-buma like thing. It didn't kill her.
  "you think so?", said the evil baritone of the Buma, thoughtfully, its
voice not seeming to have taken on that cheery quality it's eyes had
acquired. "i do not wish to act like a Buma, they are mean and
nasty and make people not like them."
  The girl nodded to herself, her Red hair bouncing slightly. She
was a small girl, maybe 6 or 7, if you had to guess. She was
wearing a cute pink dress that suited her well (pink is
definitely her color, though a dark blue would probably work as
well). "My sister told me all about buma's and she said that they
are all bad, she works for ADPolice, so she would know." The girl
is very sure of herself.
  "I do not think i am bad, i do not wish to be" the buma replied
hesitantly "i know i am supposed to be, my programming tells me
to kill , but i just don't think i can.". The Buma sat down next
to the girl, who, not wanting to be impolite, sat down next to
him. He seemed to need someone to talk to, and she was a
sympathetic person.
   The people gathering around now were slowly coming to their
senses, they guessed by now that they would not be needing to
dodge parts of buildings, as they had thought, but the sight of
the girl talking to the buma on the sidewalk was equally
confusing. They did not know what to think. 
   That is, most people did not know what to think, not so for a
man at the outside of the ring of people, who was wearing a dark
overcoat, from under which he pulled a large Buma-rifle, and
took aim.....
 
---end part 3----
 
 
Thats it for now, I don't know when part 4 will be out, if
it turns out this story is running out of steam, i perhaps
won't bother to continue, so let me know if you want to
see more parts, the more feedback i get, the more likely
i'll write more parts!
 
-Geoff (aka Jingoro)
 
PS! if you want the previous parts, just e-mail me, and i would
be more than happy to send them to you! (hartung@ee.fit.edu)
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