Disclaimer: I do not own Astro Boy, and I have no claim to any of the material I have put into this story. this story is just meant for fanfiction, and fanfiction only.
Hey, guys! This is my first Astro Boy Fanfic! Just please R&R and tell me what you think about it!
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled over the Science Laboratory of America (SLA). The overhead lights flickered in the laboratory. A man ran through the hallway, heading toward the main lab. His job was to deliver the blue core to the lab and deliver it to Ed without dropping it. He turned the corner and came to a large door with blinking overhead lights.
He pushed the door open rapidly and it slammed shut behind him as he hurried in. A scientist in a lab coat looked up from putting rocket bottoms in the legs of a robot. He walked over to the man; the man was out of breath from running through the halls. "You brought it," he breathed as he took the core from the man's hands.
The man panted for breath, his hands on his knees. "That was meant to be…my job."
As the scientist hurried back over to his robot, the man left the room. Ed looked up at a screen above his head and pressed some buttons. He glanced down at his creation and smiled. He peeked over at his fellow workmen, who were watching him work cautiously, and he began to speak. "My creation is based upon a child; a 12-year-old boy named Toby Tenma." He picked up the blue core and studied it in front of his face. "He will come tomorrow and visit us. Then and only then will we be able to know for sure if this robot was meant to be in this world, and if not, then we will have wasted millions of dollars making this."
His workmen murmured their agreements.
Ed placed the blue core in the robot where the heart goes in a human, and closed the compartment door. He turned around to face his colleagues. "Now we wait."
My name's Toby Tenma and I'm 12-years-old. I live in Metro City and it is an awesome place to live. I got a call from Ed asking me to pay him a visit, because he had a surprise for me. I accepted his offer, but then right after that, I got grounded.
I was going to sneak out! I put on my red boots and my favorite jacket, and snuck downstairs. I could hear my parents arguing in the kitchen over who was going to make dinner. I shook my head. I hate it when they argue over little things like that.
I opened the door quickly but quietly, and walked out the door, closing it behind me. I headed quickly down our driveway all the way to the sidewalk and began walking to the SLA. It was all the way down our street, practically out in the middle of nowhere. The sidewalk ended, which began the gravel part of the road.
The SLA is the most fascinating place I've ever been in. I've been in there thousands of times. I was like a full-fledged scientist! The main scientist, Ed, was like my second father. I couldn't wait to see what his surprise for me was. The SLA came into view at the top of the hill. I ran towards the entrance and pushed open the door.
Scientists and workers were scurrying all over the place, carrying machine parts and pushing carts full of test tubes. I strolled down a packed hallway, being pushed around every which way. "Hey!" I grumbled. "Watch it!" I turned a corner and looked down a hallway that was as empty as a school restroom in between classes. I followed the hallway all the way down to the end, which came to a large door. I knocked on the door a couple of times.
A voice sounded from inside and I pushed my way in. Ed was sitting in a chair, and next to him was a woman with bright clothing. I've seen him plenty of times, but her? No, never in my life have I seen her.
"Come in, Toby. Please, have a seat," Ed called to me. He motioned for me to sit next to the woman.
I cautiously picked my way over to the chair and sat down, looking up at him. "So, what's this surprise you have for me, Ed?"
Ed stood up and walked over to a control panel. "Oh, nothing big," he said, smiling a big, wide grin. He pressed a button that made a loud whirring noise. I jumped and looked at where the noise was coming from. A table was being lowered from the ceiling, and on the table was a robot that looked exactly like me.
"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "A copy? Of me?"
Ed chuckled a little. "It's nothing compared to what I'm about to tell you."
I raised my eyebrow and studied the robot more. Sure enough, it looked exactly like me. It had black hair with one spike in the front, and another one in the back on the opposite side. It wore the exact same red boots I was wearing at the time, and though it had no clothes on except for a pair of black shorts with a green strap, it was exactly like me.
I looked back over at Ed expectantly, and then pointed to the woman beside me. "Who is she, Ed?"
Ed sat down in his chair and began. "Well, the reason why the robot isn't activated is because if we activate it right now…" He paused. "Well…great chaos will befall Metro City." My eyes widened as he began again. "So in order for us to activate the robot, there has to only be one copy."
My mouth dropped open. "So…are you saying I have to die?"
Ed looked at his feet and nodded. "I'm sorry, Toby." He looked up at the woman. "That's why we have a fortuneteller here for you."
The fortuneteller scooted to the front of her chair and looked into a crystal ball on the table that I hadn't noticed before. "You wish to see your fate, yes?" I nodded and she continued. She began to gaze intensely into her crystal ball. "I see…" she began, "I see you walking down a road…" She looked more carefully at her crystal ball. "You are walking to a friend's house…wait. What's this?"
I looked at the fortuneteller as her eyes widened. "A yellow car is coming, license plate: DP21087. This yellow car has hit you and you are thrown into a ditch on the side of the road… Shall I continue?"
I shook my head and examined the ground in front of me. I looked up. "C-can you tell me when I die?" I stammered.
The fortuneteller nodded. "October 27, 2071."
I sighed. "So in two weeks? I have two weeks to live?"
"That's the way it looks," Ed finished and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Toby."
I put my head in my hands. "I can't believe it," I murmured, tears forming in my eyes. "There's still so much to do."
"Let me explain," Ed started. "When you die, the robot will be activated and released to wherever you were going. It will sound like you, be like you, and know what you know."
"So will it know that the real me…?" I cut off abruptly, wiping the tears on my sleeve. "I'm confused."
"No, it will not have the knowledge that you died." Ed stood up and walked over to the robot. "Once you're gone, we will activate the robot and it will continue going to your friend's house." He looked at me. "You do have spare clothes at your friend's house, right?"
I nodded. "At all my friend's houses."
Ed nodded. "Okay. If you don't have any other questions, you'd best be getting home. Don't want your parents to worry about you now, do you?"
I stood up, blinked in confusion, and said my thanks sarcastically (but I don't think he noticed), and then I walked out the big lab doors and went down the hallway. As I exited the SLA, I thought for a moment (which actually turned out to be the whole walk home). I have to die in order for the robot to be activated, and the robot will continue my consciousness? I shook my head to clear it as I scrambled up the steps to my house.
I opened the door, and right when I took a step inside, my parents stood in front of me blocking my way. I looked up and fake smiled. "Er, hi," I half-laughed.
"Where have you been, Toby Allan?" Mom asked. "We thought someone came and took you away!"
"You were supposed to stay in your room the rest of the day!" Dad yelled. "You are now grounded from everything for two weeks!"
My mouth dropped open. "What?" I said unbelievingly. Then, I sighed and looked up into my parent's eyes. I won't be able to do anything for two weeks, and then I'm supposed to die? Best. Life. Ever.
Mom pointed up the stairs. "Go to your room!"
I sighed with disgust and marched up the stairs towards my room. As I opened and closed my door, I thought again. The robot is exactly like me, but it won't know that I died. I shook my head and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about my death. Who owns the yellow car? What should I do to keep my name from being on the news? I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.
My eyes flew open as a car rushed by me. I looked at my surroundings. I was standing on the side of the road in my blue-gray jacket, white t-shirt, and gray-brown pants: My favorite clothes. I looked up and began walking down the road with my hands in my pockets. I didn't know where this dream road would take me, but I followed it anyway.
I paused as I heard a fast car approaching, the gears shifting very quickly. I turned to look at the oncoming car and my eyes widened. It was a yellow Dodge Viper.
The Viper sped up and began swerving all over the road. The driver must be drunk, I thought. I looked next to me, and sure enough, there was a ditch full of weeds conveniently right there. I turned back to look at the Viper. It was speeding up and it was about one hundred feet away. The Viper was going to kill me. "No!" I screamed as the Viper hit me in the side, crushing my ribcage.
I whipped up my head from my pillow, breathing heavily. My blankets were tossed around and I was sweating. I felt my heart and it was beating really fast. I calmed as I noticed that I was still alive and in my room.
Dad whipped open my door and looked in my room, his hair all tussled up and the hallway light on behind him, his eyes wide. "Toby, why are you screaming? You okay?"
I watched as my Dad turned on my overhead light. My eyes squinted in the sudden burst of light. "I had a nightmare. I'm fine."
Dad sat on the edge of my bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
I hesitated. Should I tell him? No, I shouldn't, because it would give away my death, and my parents would worry too much, and they would keep me from everything…even school, maybe. I shook my head. "No."
Dad nodded, got up, and exited the room. I sighed. He forgot to turn off my light again. As I got up and switched off the light, I thought about my dream. A yellow Dodge Viper was going to kill me and the driver was drunk. That is totally the best combination of things: A fast car and alcoholic beverages. As much as I wanted to have a copy of myself, I didn't want to die for it. I scrambled into my bed and pulled my covers over my head, falling back asleep.