The V.I.C.I. Diaries (Sneak Peek!)

[DukeNukem 2417]

(NOTE: I've talked to Robotman about this already, and he's given the green-light because Vicki Lawson/V.I.C.I. has been upgraded enough so that she looks and acts like a college student in this and future "V.I.C.I. Diaries" stories.)

"Very funny, Tell. Can you fix it or not?"

Vicki Lawson put up with the stupid jokes of Mr. Tell for a few reasons. First of all, he was, to put it bluntly, her lifeline; should anything befall her, his was the only number she could call. Secondly, she knew that his "sick sense of humor" was just an act; when the time came for him to get to work, he was all business.

Thirdly, he was one of only three Lawson Robotics technicians who was qualified to repair her "in the field"----a.k.a. any time she wasn't able to reach her creator, Ted Lawson, or any of his trusted colleagues at Lawson Robotics.

"Relax, V. I'll have your hand fixed before you can say 'reverse the polarity of the neutron flow'. Well, maybe not that fast, but you get the idea." Mr. Tell had already stripped the cellular-plastic, prosthetic flesh covering from Vicki's right hand, revealing her myogel musculature beneath. "Yep, just like I thought," he mused, "the pinky joint locked up. Did you slam a door on your hand or something?" Vicki frowned. "First of all, don't call me 'V'. Secondly....it was a volleyball game." She remembered it all too well; she'd dived forward, ready to pound the ball over the net, only to realize that her right hand wasn't doing what it was supposed to be doing, mainly because her right pinky had been bent backwards. She'd straightened it out herself and thought nothing of the problem.....obviously, not the best course of action.

"At least you didn't try to fix it back at the dorm," Mr. Tell chided. Vicki didn't know his real name, but she knew that the moniker of "Mr. Tell" was derived from his mantra to his customers (he also worked at a Best Buy): "Tell me what's wrong with [insert name of electronic thingie] here and I'll tell you how to fix it." More often than not, the customers got something wrong, and Mr. Tell had to fix it himself, which he had no problem with. "Anyways...let's see if we can get that pinky back to normal...." He picked up a screwdriver; "Just tell me if you feel a slight stinging sensation---" "Why?" "Because that means I messed up your musculature, in which case I'll have to shell out $500 to get a new myogel set for your arm..."

A few minutes later, Vicki left Mr. Tell's workshop in good spirits. Her hand was functioning perfectly, and since it was a Saturday, she hadn't missed any classes. "Thanks for fixing my hand, Tell," she called. "No problem. Next time, though, if you have to call me from your cell phone, use the monotone voice. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." Vicki glared at Mr. Tell, who simply laughed and retreated back to his workshop.

Unfortunately, her exit had not gone unnoticed........
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That was just a sample of "The V.I.C.I. Diaries," my (hopefully) ongoing series about Vicki Lawson's life after "Small Wonder". And no, there won't be any flashbacks to her childhood. Feel free to post any comments, compliments, advice and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

[gynoneko]

I like it so far, can't wait to see what happens next.

[Spaz]

Ah, if only the actual series had her at college age...

I'm also looking forward to more of this.

[Brytestar]

I can't wait for this.

[DukeNukem 2417]

Thanks for the positive feedback. I'll try to post more of the V.I.C.I. Diaries ASAP.