|This is one of my favorite pictures in here...Velma, with her Yes t-shirt, a 1967 Firebird, and Scottsdale's Camelback Mountain in the backround.|
Fred turned to Velma. "But, what does it do?"
It imitates things," she told him, "and it imitates them perfectly. It was trying to imitate the dogs. But look at this over here - this isn't dog. It was trying to imitate Mr. Baxter before we hit it with the flame-thrower."
"Like, what are we gonna do?"
"Shaggy, I'm going to need some more dynamite."
This project was started just after Christmas, and was nearly forgotten about until last night. Based on John Carpenter's "The Thing," it's just proof that sometimes it's better to leave the mystery unsolved and get the hell out. It probably wasn't a great idea to accept a mystery up near the North Pole at that Norwegian station anyway. Yet hearing Fred scream "Torch it, Velma, torch it!!" would definitely be worth the price of admission.
Velma looked at her mystery-solving friends grimly. "I've devised a little test to see if any of us is the alien."
"This is ridiculous..."
"Fred, you were the last one with the tracking dogs - that's why you're going to be first. Sit down."
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"Darned capacitors - they burn out so quickly." Velma paused for a second before placing her forearm back on; she detected the two heat signatures as they entered the room. "I know you're there..."
Shaggy's voice was frightened and shaky. "Velma..."
"But...you're a...you're a...a freaking android!"
Velma smiled. "Android is a male term - I'd expect that mistake from you. I'm actually classified a gynoid by the programmers that built me. I'm based on one of their nieces that used to love solving mysteries. So now you know."
This idea was the second of two that hit me today when I got up from my nightshift sleep. This was a blast to do. Poor Shaggy - now it all makes sense to him. Now he knows why Velma never ate with the rest of the gang. Now he knows how Velma could read so many mystery novels so quickly. And now he knows why they were getting all these mysteries from the government to solve. And now he's sworn to secrecy.
Oh, and I want to give a shout out to londonjohniii.deviantart.com/ , who's art is filled with awesome.
"If you must know, I'm a tracking unit assembled at the robotics labs in Arizona State University. And no, I'm not the socially-inept girl from Ohio as you were led to believe. They're quite pleased with my model - someday there will be hundreds of us...maybe thousands, quietly imbedded into American society."
She gazed at her arm. "President Nixon has invested too much into this program to have you two blow the lid off of it; if you tell anyone, I'll terminate your life functions. Pity, really - I've grown to like you. My programming finds you...amusing." She turned to see the Shaggy and Scoob, still shaking in stunned terror as she flexed her robotic fingers. "Well don't just stand there - hand me that spanner wrench."
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Current Residence: Indianapolis, home of pretty cars and fast women...|
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Personal Quote: "Never just settle for anything or anyone"