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2. Sheshira
3. ArtfulDodger
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Sheshira had shown her worst side the other day. She had been jealous, angry, hurt, depressed and myriad of other negative feelings. Now only guilt rang through her head. It wasn't rejection. It was simply that Lady Luck decided to take dump and piss on her. She couldn't blame anyone but herself. She allowed herself to get far too deep despite the warning signs and past experience. Why didn't she take heed to the warning signs? Where was her logic then? They had both taken a backseat to the foolishness of her heart.

Looking over, she could see her stupid heart beating mockingly as if it knew the real reason. She knew the real reason but she wanted to keep fighting despite that all of her life it had been proven true far countless times. She could feel hot tears burn the back of her eyes. She hated herself. She hated who she was. She hated how others saw her at times they actually did see her which were far and in between. Sheshira had lost count of the times she has been sat on or ignored because she was a majority of the time, invisible.

The blue '67 mustang was being driven west toward the setting sun. Where was Sheshira headed? Sheshira looked around and noticed it looked more like desert but a slight panic gripped her as her inner compass had broken down. Where was she? She looked around and could not recognize the setting. Desert and heading west were her only clues. Suddenly the road that had once turned pictoresque had turned windy and very bumpy. Sheshira frowned and hated how bumpy the road now was. At a moment's notice Sheshira had found herself without a car and facing yet another impending doom. Rattlesnakes. Rattlesnakes by the hundreds encircling her threatening her.

--

Sheshira woke up and looked at the ceiling. Her new robotic mind logicized that the dream was simply a remant imprint of Sheshira's dreamworld that had certainly made a lasting impression enough to etch itself in the whirring gears and cogs. Staring at the ceiling and then at the clock Sheshira surmised that her battery had definately charged if not to 100 percent then to 99 percent which was a permittable number. She stood up and internally recalled her dream. Because of the new features she was able to connect to the interwebz wirelessly and without the aid of a laptop. Sheshira searched for dream interpretation sites. This was something that most other robots would have questioned yet due to a 90% success rate of their meaning Sheshira's robotic self could not deny its accuracy.

Sheshira whirred through the pages and stopped at the words of significance. Highway, automobile, desert, and enountering threatening animals on a road. Sheshira's gears and cogs whirred away and pinpointed the exact time these dreams started to take place which had been a month already. Whatever took place the other day was only the beginning and something Sheshira's human self had seen long before it ever took place. Sheshira's gears and cogs worked overtime as it logically came to the conclusion that Sheshira's irrationality of was her not wanting to come to grips to the situation as it would proven what she already knew was true and was desperately trying to prove wrong. Yet one time did not prove it to be wrong. If anything it meant it was the exception thus proving what Sheshira had once feared to be true.

--

Sheshira entered the headquarters with a ArtfulDodger reading the Gaian daily Gazette and sipping coffee when she looked up sputtered coffee onto the newspaper.

"SHESHIRA?!" Art said exasperatedly.

"Yes, this is Sheshira in the new model A-017 Deluxe" Sheshira said without feeling or emotion.

"Damn you guys," Art said laughing forcedly, "you two are more alike than either will ever admit."

"Your statement does not compute."

"Of course it doesn't" Art said, "like I said more alike than either, I'm afraid, will ever realize."

"Realization of nonmatter is impossible"

"Is there a 30 day guarantee on that metal suit of yours?"

"Yes the 30 day guarantee will cease to exist on March 19th, 2007 and if I return the suit before then I am returned my body and brain. They are both in cryofreeze. So long as I postmark my wish to return this suit before March 19th, 2007 then no matter how long the process takes even if past the deadline it will be free of charge."

"Well then let us simply return that hunk of metal."

"There is a condition."

"There always is a condition," Art said abandoning her coffee and paper, "well let's hear it."

"I return to my human self if I earn another 30 cannoli credits which would mean I would have a total 60 cannol credits--"

"Wait," Art said, standing up and waving Sheshira silent, "what do you get out of this?"

"I regain status as Cannoli's friend and would be seen as his equal--"

"REGAIN?" Art yelled, "Did Cannoli take you off his friend list? That no good--"

"No! Fallacious statement! Fallacious statement! " Sheshira said, "I requested that he remove me as a form of punishment for my behavior."

"You two are getting on my last nerve," Art said, "now after the 30 day deadline can you return to your human self?"

"No, that Sheshira would cease to be."

"WHAT?" Art shouted and started to pace back and forth, "okay here is what we'll do well more like what you'll do. You earn those 30 credits (which would make 60 credits total) before March 19th and return to your human self. I do not want to see you permanently end up like a robot. Not for him in the least. So hop to and get those credits now!"

"Aye, sir." Sheshira said and bowed.

The credits were coming easily enough. In a matter of a few hours Sheshira had assisted ten different Gaians and one had graciously thanked her. Sheshira had a goal. Sheshira's new brain whirred as it recalled the various emotions that had gone through Sheshira prior to her purchasing the new robotic self. Sheshira quickly scanned the warranty that had been signed. There was a clause that had been missed prior to the signing and Sheshira brought a highlighter to highlight the small text.

Sheshira brought this to ArtfulDodger's attention. "I found this clause in the warranty that might create a problem."

Art read the highlighted text then slammed the warranty down onto the table and was fuming.

Art stormed into Cannoli's office and started to wave the warranty furiously. It seemed that the fine print had given Sheshira only 5 days for a full refund on her robotic suit and at the end of the five days Sheshira would cease to be.

"Did you know about the damn clause?!"

"Soldier Artful does something bother you?" Cannoli said looking up from the reports he was reviewing, "you display all the actions of someone who is bothered by something."

"Sir," Art said calming down instantly, "it's the warranty regarding Sheshira's becoming a robot."

"Robot!" Cannoli said, "Sheshira chose to become a robot to help in her focus of achieving Cannoli credits."

"It's not that!" Art said, slamming Sheshira's warranty down onto the desk, "it's that in Sheshira's haste she misread the warranty. If she does not decide to return her robotic self by the 24th then that's it, her old self is gone forever and the only thing she can do is upgrade models! I do not want her old self to be destroyed!"

"Egads!" Cannoli exclaimed, "It is quite the plight indeed however her inattention to detail is what placed her in that situation..."

"So you're saying it's not injustice?" Art said in disbelief, "you don't--"

"Soldier please," CaptainCannoli said trying to calm Art down and gesturing she sit down in the chair as he prepared some coffee for himself and get a juice for Art, "it is injustice that Sheshira has found herself in this situation however it is tragic more than anything..."

"Captain sir," Art said shaking her head, "how can you say that?"

"It is tragic because no real injustice was done, the warranty was written in black and white, it had the clause written down," Cannoli said setting a glass of juice in front of Art and the cup of coffee in front of him, he pointed to the warranty, "whether we want to admit it or not, Sheshira failed to read it fully and the only thing we can now do is encourage her to get her 30 Cannoli credits before the five days are up."

"Which is in two days!" Art exclaimed, "30 credits in five days?"

"Ha!" Cannoli shouted, standing up and pointing at Art, "I will have you know that Sheshira has already recieved sixteen and a half credits thus far so she only needs to complete thirteen and a half credits to meet her requirement!"

"That is a lot of credits no?" Art asked.

"Seeing as she was able to get sixteen and a half credits in a matter of hours I can assure you that for someone as resourceful as Sheshira those thirteen and a half credits will be a breeze!"

"I guess," Art said, sipping her glass of juice, "but I want no eleventh hour crap. I want her to be able to return her robotic self hours before the deadline!"

"Aye," Cannoli agreed, "but that is something you must talk to Sheshira about. I can only give credit as they come in. If she manages to finish them well before then there is certainly no danger of her being late."

***

Sheshira entered the large building bustling with all sorts of people. It had been difficult enough getting the first amount of credits as it left her dazed, confused, exhausted and fearful of the amount of crowds. It was a regular scene of a day at the stock exchange. People shouting for help and spamming the place with leaflets and those begging with bright pink signs and asking for donations, gold, and items. Then there were the helpers who all seemed stretched to the limit with repeat answers, warning those who were breaking the rules of the question and answer building.

There were massive shelves filled to the brim with information on all parts of Gaia from how to build profiles, to a how-to guide for bugs, and trash. The beautiful strangeness was the magic that was present in the building. As the helpers seeked to find various information books flew through the air at amazing speed.

Sheshira took one step into the building when she heard a shout of warning to watch out. Then saw a bright light on the side followed by searing pain that her pain receptors picked up. Sheshira went down onto to the floor and saw the massive how to guide twitching on the floor which was at least six inches thick. The helper who was seeking it to aid another rushed over and helped her up.

"Are you okay?"

"One moment please," Sheshira said monotously, "System check, system check, system check... considerable damage done to the visual receptors of the right side. Reboot imminent."

"Oh crap," the helper whistled as he ushered another helper over, "I've got someone waiting for an answer so take her over to the breakroom there is less people there and she can repair in some peace and privacy."

As Sheshira was taken to the break room, her systems were shutting down one by one as it did its automatic repair. However the warning was that in order to see properly and have the pain receptors calmed so that the headache would cease was to be repaired by an outside source. There was a flashing warning about the possible length that it would take to become fully operational was about six hours and that was with the aid of someone helping her with the repairs. She faintly heard a young woman call for services and said that within the hour they would come to help her repair the damages sustained.

Sheshira's mind whirled and realized it was the twenty third of February and calculated that if the repairs did not start within the next few hours she was in jeopardy of being tardy of returning her new robot form.

***

With repairs complete Sheshira zoomed out with the focus of getting her credits and watching out for flying books. The hustle and bustle was still very much in existance and this meant that Sheshira would be able to assist everyone she could. She offered answers left and right. She had to do it quickly because assisting people was only half the battle as she would then have to submit the reports to be reviewed and accounted for.

Sheshira calculated that if the reports were not done by the evening of the twenty third then there was a good chance that she may remain in this form forever.

I stood there with blank and straight determination. Me and my comrades fighting an unbeatable enemy. I fought for the controll and tyranny of the polish, i now regret my involvement in it. The scenic town of Cviglok, Poland is where this story takes place. IT IS AWESOME! Please excuse my typing errors The Land Of Poland Chapther 1: A cold reception Poland, land of rural, urban, and somewhat citylike environment. I entered the siege on Poland the very first day. Making my living as a sniper, I had 100 plus confirmed kills. Serving in a sniper devision of the Wermacht 82 marksmen. I had gone through extra sniper training. Put me in an open forest with 40 of the enemy, expect them confused and well dead after an hour. My skills by twice exceeded the standard. I had had other snipers hunt me, but the tide often turned to me hunting them. 20 I was in 1939, very young for my certain talent. Ever sice 1940 the Polish resistance had grown into an army, but was quenched. Eventually, in 1941, Germany had full controll of Poland. Hardly a resistance was made as a counter move. The civilians were not brave nor outspoken to the Nazi invader. Since 1941, not but one threat was posed to me or any other soldier in Poland. In 1944 the Polish resistance had grown again. They were inspired by the tales of Omaha and winning over the African theatre. Now, battles were conflicting from within. Some soldeirs from France came to help, though undercover. Once the Americans had moved into helping the Polish Resistance, the Germans were in a gradual fallback. They did not retreat, but to bomb the Polish resistance, send out whole panzer divisions, tiger tanks too. Thenh came the great counter-offensive. The Germans did not win any ground but kept their ground. American, French, British, and Polish soldiers joined together to stop the German move. Even soldiers from Italy wanted to help Poland out. The battles became heated hand to hand combat, and much intense to add to it. But let me not tell you the story of the great Nazi deffense, let me tell you of how Poland regained its army and economy, let me tell you how they were restored to there glory. Not only by there resisting efforts, but by the Allies aid. In some resistance base in western Poland, Ausin Greokothvitch sat wondering of the numorous ways to move his men up the Nazi collumns. Seeking the aid of his trusted fiend, Rany Ars from America, a trusted officer. "Listen me and you both know my men he been struggling to move up their lines. We've succesfully halted their advance onto Warsaw. But they are now defending heavily, you know they've been hard core die hards right now, and my men are just dying easily." Austin explained. A mortar hit the bunker Austin and Randy were in, some dust came from the ceiling and the lights shook. "Like I was saying, German columns have been darn hard to break, and there mortar and artirelly fire is a death we can't dodge, there miles off. All of our planes havent got through to their lines, lot of AA you know. Now Randy, if I can trust you, I want you to take your division and move it up to Civglok, that is supposeably were their artillery fire is coming from." Austin said. "But why don't we have spies or reliable sources to help us be a little more precise?" Randy questioned. "Thats what I was about to get to Randy, he came back in a body bag. He was killed by a German sniper, Connor Beinz. Here's a picture of him. I want you to bring your snipers and riflemen, and eliminate him. He has a squad of snipers, succesfully killing a total of 300 of ours dead, I want you to kill them while your at it. Like I said, move up east Civglok, theres some trenches we built a couple weeks back, you'se them to your advantage." Austin speeched on. "How come we haven't taken Civglok yet?" Randy asked. "For weeks and weeks Randy, weeks and weeks and weeks, i've sent a large amount of my men and tanks there, every effort failed. Look on the birhgtside we won a house. Did I mention that was blown to smitherines? Nope I didnt. Now, you and your men alone are not enough, so im sending myself and my men to help you, that includes artillery, mortar, and tanks. It would be a lot easier if we had planes, but all of our airfileds were destroyed." Austin explained. Another mortar hit the top of the bunker. "Like that." Austin added. "We get out equipment and get a move on tommorow at 4:00, don't be late. Get your guns ready and for gods sake get a good rest." Austin told Randy. Steven Olrhogge was a sniper in Randy's attack force. Steven was the counter-part of me. He was smart, a born killer, and American. I didn't fear him but I acknowledged the chance of me dying by his gun. He was a clever person, and never evaded action. Anthony Jenaro, was a killer as well. In 1943, the Allies invaded Sicily. Anthony was a civilian. Young too. Once Italy fell, Anthony joined the 21st Infantry, and somehow, showing his bravery in batlle and the ability to kill, he rose to the rank of seargent. Awarded many medals, he somehow ended up in Poland, helping the Allies regain controll of Poland. Serving with Austin's unit. Terrence Thorpe, a sniper as well, served in Randy's attack force as well. He had much skill and was trained at a high ranking sniping school. He was well respected. Now that you know all of the characters, you know the make-up for the movement against the Germans. "Alright men, were moving to Cviglok to move up the darn near unbreakable enemy lines, Randy's division will also give us support. Your no good to me dead, so I trust you'll do your best in bravery. Lets move." Austin told his men. "Now my comrades, we come to the aid of Austin and his men, remember infantry never let down your presistance. My snipers, especially Steven and Terrence, I want you to eliminate Connor Beinz, he is a good threat, but not the only. We're going to Cviglok, lets move! ON MY LEAD!!!!!!!!!" Randy yelled. "Anthony, you're a new recruit, but your history in the past in the U.S. Army is very suprising. I kept your old equipment, so it'll be like always. Now Anthony, enemy soldiers aren't much a threat to you, but snipers are. I wan't you to be carefull were you step. Infantry can meet you as an equal in battle, snipers can't. Good chances are a sniper won't. I don't wan't you only to hate them, but to be carefull of them. Now go to the gear room, Randy and my men are there preparing. By the way, the gear officer isn't so good at giving you the weapon you were assigned, don't be too persistent but make sure you get what you need. Good luck, I and Randy's men are meeting up near Cviglok, at a rural country side. You should go to the gears room for only ten minutes, then roundevous at Bensen, the rural town were both our armies meet. Good luck I tell you, good luck, i'll be there soon." Austin said. "Alright sir, i'll see you in battle. By the way, I have an unsafe eeling about this mission, so i'll be sure to be carefull. And I forgot sir, how succesfull do you think this mission will be?" Anthony asked. "I feel it will be a most succesfull mission." Austin said. "No sir, thats not how you feel, the German lines have held out for two months, sir I asked you how you think this misssion will go?" Anthony smartly asked. "This is one mission that has an end unpredictable, but I know it'll not go smoothly." Austin explained. "Soooo Anthony Jenero, here's your equipment, specially housed by Captain Austin." The gears officer told him. "One thompson, a colt 45., a knife, and 10 grenades, oh a B.A.R. too, plenty of ammo." The gears officer explained. "Now, good luck, I wish I could be there with you." The gears officer commented. "Yah, i'll tell you how it goes, but how come you get paid more for telling guys what weapons they get than actually fighting? If I was a Captain I would send you to frontline combat. You don't wish yah sissy, you take action, by getting in the action." Anthony said, walking away. At the rendevous point, the heroes, Randy, Austin, Terrence, Anthony, and Steven, and all other soldiers waited for hours at the town of Bensen. There were hardly any civilians there, most of them had evacuated. Anthony was talking with a French immagrant. "You soldiers are so handsome, clean cut, so very good looking. At France, the people are beautifull as well, but they all have very, sad, depressed, looks on their faces. For Four years, France has had the opression of war and Germany. Now, most of France is free. I came here in 1941, I could no longer tolerate the German war machine. My family came to, but left to Switzerland were they felt safer. They never have returned, good chances they never will. But how has the life of a soldier treated you, eh eh...." The Frenchman paused. "Anthony, I have had my goods and bads, my okay battles, my my bad battles. I ame from Italy, and joined the Allies, I never thought any other job besides a soldier would well fit me. I've had a full filling life, and I still do." Anthony explained. "Yes yes, I have guns at my house. I have maybe killed twenty Nazis over the long years here. Never much had the Nazis patrolled around here, ehhh never much." The Frenchman said. "Alright men, we are moving out, be quiet, follow me and Randy's lead, were going right now." Austin piped up. "Beinz, we have spotted a patroll of Americans, maybe not a patrol. Plenty of Polish too. I am worried Beinz, ze enemy has heavily pushed us back to a state of defense, we will not let out. I wan't yo to take yourself and your men, especially your snipers, set up at Cviglok, that is where they are supposeably heading. You will be there an hour before they arrive, you will be dug in with numorous positions of defense, they will walk into a trap. Do it good Beinz do it good." a german general told me. of course I casually replied. "Yes sir I'll do my best." I was convinced we had the perfect position in Cviglok. "We've marched for an hour, now were here, right at the border of Cviglok.' Austin said. "Eh sir, theres no Germans here, not one, just look at the town!" One soldier said. "Yes it does seem very suspicious, but we won't halt now." Austin replied. "The mans got a good point Austin! He does!" Randy added. "We'll move quietly and quickly, we are moving for independence against the Nazi army, and we will pay in blood for every step we make." Austin said. I looked through my scope at the incoming enemy. I was positioned high on a building that was bombed partially. I was covered in rubbled and put scope covering and urban camoflauge. My crosshairs were lined up dead center on one of them, I was the first to make the move, I fired. Chapter 2: The Battle Is On "Medic MEDIC!" yelled the gurgling and wounded soldier, who had gotten hit in the neck. The medic rushed to his side and siad, "Theres nothing I can do it's a neck hit!" The medic yelled. A gunshot was heard in the distance as the medic too fell down with a bullet in the back of the head. Soon, it was not only my fire raining down on them, but every single German alive there opened up. "Everyone jump in the trenches! Set your weapons up!" Austin commanded. "But ssss si sir sir we can't see them!" One soldier said. Bu soon, the Germans came into sight and the battle truly started. Austin set up his Bren gun and laid his Trench gun by his side to the left, his Lee-Enfiled on the right. The Germans pushed the Allies back, with ranged support from snipers. Austin opened up rapid fire on a group of Germans. His calculated aim killed five of them. Anthony raised his thompson and bursted down at the Germans. Killing 4. Steven and Terrence were sniping, succesfully eliminating many snipers. Randy raised his rocket and fired at a German jeep. Good ness the Germans were sending in jeeps! I had picked my target. A sniper. He was not paying attention at me, but eventually his badly aimed shots spun around me. Through my scope my rectiles lined straight up with his head. I calculated my shot, ajusted my scope. I fired! A bullet between his eyes. The tide was turning to German favor. I worked my bolt, and wondered of my next target. "Medic medic medic!" A soldier yelled. The medic was on his way apparently. Lookig through my scope I lined my aim at a medic's upper body and fired, proceeding to work my bolt."Jeesh Austin every time we move up they push us back!" Terrence complained. "Keep that as an idol thought we all feel the same." Austin replied. "Sir Austin, i request permission to move my Machine-Gunner teams!" said Freddy Elz, a Luitenant in Austin's division. "alright, Anthony give them covering fired!" Austin commanded. Anthony grabbed up his B.A.R. "Covering fire!" Anthony yelled. Anthony had succesfully bursted two Germans, covering fire was not really a reason to kill the enemy. I had been sniping for a while. I grew low on ammo. If I were to run to the re-supply crates I would have to rush to the building to the left of me, exposing me and my sniping postion. I decied I would have too. After rushing down the stair ways I got to the bottom, opened the door, hesitated, and ran for it. "Sniper rushing across left flank, every sniper concentrate your fire on him!" Randy commanded. Around my bullets in the volleys came down on me. There was no way to dodge it but somehow I did. When I got there by the crate, Captain Vern Bon Streck was there. Beinz what are you doing here, you nearly got killed?!?!?" the infuriated Captain asked. "Sir, I needed a refill on ammo." I replied. "You may get your ammo, but im not letting you go back." the Captain said."I'm going to find a diferent position Hauptmann, you can't stop me!" I yelled. I ran to a position and foul proofed it, continuing my sniping. A german soldier walked up to Vern Bon. "Hauptmann ist dort keine Art, wie wir gewinnen können!" The soldier said. Then I heard the Captain reply, "Sie werden nicht sagen, dass Sie nicht gewinnen können Sie können!" Then a gun shot.