From: hartung@ee.fit.edu (Geoffrey (Curt) Hartung)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.anime
Subject: fanfiction
Summary: A humurous story about a BUMA (i hope) parts I and II
Keywords: fanfiction buma
Date: 21 Jan 93 16:41:24 GMT
Organization: Florida Tech, CP/EE Dept.


 This is Parts I and II of my "reluctand Buma" story
(i include part one for completeness, i am not sure
wether to simply append future parts onto this, making the post ever-
larger and unwieldy, or just post parts.. suggestions?)
 
this is all i have written of this story (though i
know where the plot is going, i just havn't written
it yet.) I don't know if i will bother continuing
this, i have gotten almost no response (positive or 
otherwise) so i'll hold off on writing more parts until
I know if anyone is enjoying them or not
 
              -Reluctant Buma-
 
part I--
 
  It was a dark room. That really sums it up, "dark". Or
foreboding, which  might describe the room better except that
there are plenty of very bright things that are foreboding, so
lets just stick with "dark" for now. 
    The walls, if one could see them, were black, featureless
panels that really did nothing to alleviate the tension one would
feel while being in this room. Nor did the ceiling (being higher
than the light reached) help either, as it was far too high too
be seen. 
    This room was rather big, but one still felt suffocated by
its hugeness, and while inside it one could not help but notice
the large Buma in the middle of it.
    The buma was the only source of light in the whole room. Its
eyes glowed red, really red, the kind of red you look at and
think "god, i wish that light was less red". This particular
shade of red had the same effect on one's sense of security as
standing in front of a 12 gauge shotgun wielded by a crazed
psychopath. 
    Anyone in this room would immediately have only one
thought: getting the hell out of the room. 
    The eyes on the Buma also had a very nasty habit of
following ones movements around the room. Its posture suggested
that it was ready too leap at your jugular at any moment. This
was unnerving.
    The Buma was not as tall as the really big bumas, nor as
short as the smaller ones the Knight Sabers chew up like so much
tinfoil. It had the big muscles you would expect to see on any
self respecting buma, and they would flex from time to time, as
if to say "go ahead..give me a reason to tear your legs off,
i'll eat them for breakfast".
      This Buma lacked most of the buma-like projections one
would expect to find on a buma, it had smooth lines, the kind
that look like they serve no purpose other than to make the buma
look really cool. Which it did. If you didn't mind the glowing
red eyes.
     "Damn." this from one of the walls you can't see. If you
were too look really close, you might make out a person-shaped
blob of black, but would immediately dismiss it as a
hallucination, and go back to being afraid of the buma. but
you're not there. so you don't have to worry.
     The human-shaped blob now begins moving toward the
buma,gradually growing in size as it approaches. You would, at
this point, re-evaluate your belief that it wasn't a human,
because it is now, clearly, a human. Not just any human. As it's
features are highlighted by the red light cast from the Buma, it
appears that it is a female-type human. One of the real pretty
ones. Wearing a lab coat (they always wear lab coats in cheesy
scenes like this). She is not wearing glasses, though, as you
might expect from a corny set-up like this, and in her hands she
is carrying a small device of some kind, which she nonchalantly
tosses at the buma.
     The buma flashes into action. In one fluid step toward
the woman, and before you can remember that you are really
afraid it is coming after YOU, it grabs the
small item, and crushes it in one fluidly steel gesture . As it
atomizes, he quickly moves back to his position in the middle of
the room. His arm now rests by his side.
      The woman does nothing for a few moments, as if surprised
by the buma's action. Her very pretty features then begin to
harden into an icy stare. 
      This is one of those icy stares that really makes you feel
chilly. The kind that you have to practice in the mirror a
lot,just to begin to master. This stare would freeze hell, and
not even warm up, not even a little. Had you been asked to
identify the ten best icy stares that have ever been (assuming,
of course that you were an authority on such things), you would
not rank this one much lower than 5 or 6, tops.
      "you were supposed to just catch it..." (you thought
the STARE was icy)
      "but no, you have to crush it." the woman was warming
up, but not the kind of warmth that is good, this a very, very,
bad warmth.
      "oh, sure! atomize a transponder! like it's some big threat!"
 the buma, which was actually looking
away, stoically, glances in her direction for a moment, looking
sheepish (for a buma) and then continues looking away, a little less
stoically.
      "you glow your red eyes, and flex your big muscles, and
posture like a big, bad, powerful buma! act tough now! while you
are safe here! but what did you do when you faced 3 little
Buma rifles?I'LL TELL YOU! you practically oiled in your pants! i
never saw a buma run so fast!" the imposing buma now looks much
less stoic,and only a little ashamed.
      "reaction times  so fast they are practically immeasurable,
gun accuracies that make our best buma-sharpshooters drool!
next-generation super-armor, tri-strengthened muscle fibers, ftl
neural pathways, we even installed a full sensor package so you
could see to Spain through lead!" she was seething now, she really had
seething down well. her fists were in balls at her side as she bent forward,
chewing out this machine.
      "you could have taken out those three easily! not that
those pitiful little guns could have done you any real damage!you
should have disarmed and neutralized those three before they even
realized they were dead!" the buma raised a hand slightly, as if
to ward of her incessant attack, but to no avail.
       The voice of this buma, you would imagine,is
really, really scary. A deep, guttural sounding voice, with just
enough reverberation to let you know that this is really a buma,
and not just a nasty sounding buma look-alike. This is the kind
of voice that would silence a crowd instantly, it has the kind of
presence you would normally expect from a real important
character, "Umm.. ah, but.. I..." (this was the last thing you
expected to come from the Buma)
       The woman, not even paying attention, produces a
clipboard from seemingly nowhere. Pulling out a pen from her
lab-coat, she begins to write down notes, muttering to herself as
she stabs the pen at the clipboard.
 
 
---------Part 2-----------
 
   The woman, who was taking notes much in the way any calm,
efficient secretary wouldn't, turns her back on the Buma, and
begins walking into the blackness, her pen click-claking against
the clipboard.
    "Lights!" she yells to someone you can't see.
    With an audible whump! the room is suddenly flooded with
light from previously unnoticed sources. The buma, who winced
when the woman turned her back (at least, it looks like it
winced, actually, it sort of narrowed its eyes and a wince-like
way, after all its only a buma) has not changed much at all,
although you would find its red eyes a little less disconcerting
now.
    Lining the walls is equipment of every description. Its the
kind of room that looks big when it's empty, but when its
full of equipment, seems exactly the right size. against the wall
the buma is facing, a large terminal is placed in front of a man
who seems intent on what the screen is displaying. one hand rests
on a keypad of some sort, while the other one casually toys with
some device that looks like a cross between a screwdriver and a
toaster. He looks short, but that's hard to judge, as he is
sitting. You would guess him to be in his late 50's, he is also
wearing a lab coat, but it is a bit greyer than the woman's,
older, more well worn, like an old shoe, except it's a lab coat. 
He has dirty brown hair, which is all scraggly like it hasn't been
attended to in a while. In amongst the hair their appears to be a
neural interface, though its hard to say, it could just be an earing.  
    The woman walks toward him and shoves the clipboard in front
of his face, "Look at this! his main logic unit is so scrambled i
can't even access the higher functions to reset them!"
    Looking up from the terminal, the man gives her one of those
looks you save for people who really annoy you, but she seems not
to care. He grabs the clipboard, looks back at his screen for a few
seconds and says, without turning his head, "yes, this is very
interesting, but we have more pressing problems than your little
buma experiment."
    "little experiment!? i'll have you know the improvements i
have made..."
    "..didn't work" finishes the man, his tone of voice grows in
authority, "all it did was pick up its robotic ass and run away"
    "why you..i should.. this.. it..". she is turning a very
dark shade of red now, the kind of red you might paint a 
nuclear bomb, to let people know they should stay the hell away.
Although she is sputtering now, you would expect her to be
yelling very soon, and very loud.
    "now, don't start, Beth, you know that doesn't work with
me.." he says, holding up a hand, while putting down the gizmo he
was just holding. 
    She does not look like she wants to stop, she looks like she
wants to have a good tirade, which she does.
    while she is yelling unbelievably creative curses, unnoticed
by the two of them the buma in the middle of the room has been
thinking to itself.
    This is evidenced by the expressions on its face. At first,
it simply hung its head in shame, its processors trying
desperately to figure out what went wrong, why it retreated when
his combat reflexes had informed it of at least 5 different ways
to disarm and disable the threat. Why it had aborted its mission
on the basis of being faced by 3 simple buma rifles... Though its
body posture did not change, other than the occasional impressive
muscle-ripple, its head did slowly come up, and the eyes glowed a
bit brighter then they had before. 
    A conclusion was being formed, one that was being rejected by
most of the base Genom-programming, that was contrary to its
entire reason for existence.
    A decision had been reached, and before the woman had time to
finish yelling her best yell, the buma walked out of the room.
    The buma, which had the entire floor plan in his memory
banks, had no trouble at all in locating the exit. Several
internal security cameras registered his presents, but he simply
disabled these with his built-in security override/scrambler
unit (tm). 
    
    you can imagine the surprise of the people waiting for the
bus when a Buma emerged from a dry-cleaning store and patiently
stood in line. Needless to say, they were a little nervous, all
save one particular red-haired girl, who was downright, well,
intrigued..
 
 -end part II

please, i would like to hear SOMETHING about what people
think of this (even if you think it is the worst drivel
to ever defile your computer terminal) 

i am new to the whole idea of fanfiction...

-Geoff Hartung  (aka Jingoro)  hartung@ee.fit.edu