Cheesecake Jr. in the Future

Cheesecake, Jr. In the Future

  Devin Moffit

  Copyright 2011 Devin Moffit

 

  Introduction

  Hello. It’s nice to see you. If you don’t know already, I am Charlie Cage Williams, Jr.; nickname- Cheesecake, Jr. I am a fourteen-year-old dinosaur –person. I live in Dinosaur City, West Virginia. One year ago, I discovered a calculator/time-machine. I traveled to 7023 AD with my dad and saw descendants, witnessed an alien invasion, and saved a moon base. Now it was time to see the world of the future again…

  Chapter 1: In the Lab we Go

  I just got finished with a book when I heard a knock on the door. I saw Ronald Hinkleton. He’s the richest guy in town, but he doesn’t let it get to his head. He was a tyrannosaur –person about my age. “Hiya,” he said. “Hiya,” I replied.

  I and Ron are big buddies. He’s my dad’s friend’s son. Anyway, I said, “Want to play video games?” Ron replied, “Does a glutton like to eat? Sure I do!” So we played Attack of the Robots II. I won, having destroyed 816 robots. “Aw man,” Ron complained. He turned to leave when he spotted my dad. “What is he doing?”

  I realized Dad was headed for the “pantry,” which was really his secret lab (oops! I revealed it!). “Uh,” I stammered, trying to change the subject, “Wanna play again?” Ron glared. “What is he doing?” he asked sternly. “O.K.,” I said, “Don’t tell anyone. The pantry is his lab.” “Cool,” Ron said. We walked in the lab again.

  Chapter 2: The Next 3 Centuries

  We were in the lab. Sixteen seconds later, Dad spotted us. “What is Ron doing in my secret lab?” Dad asked. I asked, “Why are you talking like that?” Dad groaned.

  “I wanna time travel,” Ron complained. I ran to the calculator. I could see silicon chips and wires sticking out.

  “That one’s in repair,” Dad explained, “Use the 87th Century model.” He pointed to a large vehicle-like object. I sat in it with Ron. “Wow,” we cooed. On the side there was a lever. There were two labels, the lever facing neither. The labels read Past and Future.

  “Let’s try future,” Ron said. Ron pulled the lever. Suddenly, time sped up! Dad fixed the calculator like he was on King Coffee. The sun moved across the sky slowly, but faster than normal. Soon, it went faster. Cars went upward in the air. Buildings curved. Clouds rushed through the sky. Soon, the sun and moon were moving so fast I was worried I’d get a seizure.

  “AAAAAAAAAAH!” we yelled. Trees fertilized, grew, branched, sprouted leaves, shed them, grew them again and again… I was beginning to get a headache. I pulled the lever to its previous position, which I knew to be the Play position. Then, we stopped.

  Chapter 3: The World of 2311 AD

  I looked around, feeling like I was going to vomit everything I ate that day out. I saw many buildings look like giant cylinders with domes on top. I called these baguette buildings, because they looked like half-baguettes. I walked around. I felt much cooler. I felt like the fan had been turned on in the middle of February. I felt amazed.

  I (and Ron) headed toward the huge city. I decided to stop saying “I” so much. I… oops. Anyway, we walked around the city. It was almost night, and when we saw the Moon, it looked like it had oceans and continents and all that. “Wow,” we said. I decided to say “I” again. I walked into a house with Ron and saw it was dome-shaped. I saw a man with a helmet and virtual-reality glasses on. He was exercising.

  “Hello,” I croaked, “I am CJ and this is Ron-” Ron waved “-and we are just visiting. We would like to have some dinner.” The man took his helmet off. “Well,” he said in an odd British accent, “I will fix you some dinner. Would you like some onion-beef casserole?” he said. I groaned. “How about ravioli?” the man said, smug.

  I yelled, “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”

  “Huh,” he said, “Figures.” I walked to the table with Ron. The man walked up to a refrigerator. He opened it. There was nothing inside but a rack of three foods and a computer. No ravioli. Then, he said to the computer, “Computer, I would like ravioli.” The rack whizzed to the left. WHOOSH! A picture of ravioli appeared on the screen. The computer was humming. Not like the refrigerator, but humming like a human. A human! Then, ravioli, plus a ham and some powdered protein, appeared.

  The man grabbed the ravioli and said, “Thank you, computer.” A cybernetic voice replied, “You’re welcome, Harold. It is nice getting you and your guests some food. Have a nice day, and see you at breakfast.” Then the computer chuckled. “Did that computer just look for your food and talk?” Ron asked. “Yes,” the man I took to be Harold, “but it is also as smart as 200 people.” “No,” Ron started. “Way,” I finished.

  “Well, that’s just the fridge!” Harold said, “Wait ‘till you see my other stuff!” I looked around (when I was done eating, of course) and saw that 65% of the stuff here was operated by computers. “Wow,” I said. “Well, time to sleep,” Harold said, “Gotta go to school tomorrow!”

  Chapter 4: School

  It was 7:30 when Harold woke me up. Or, more like, his hologram. It looked a whole lot like Harold. “Wake up! Wake up! Time to be educated!” I woke up. I walked into a closet a lot like the FRIDGE-O-SLIDE 2000, as the refrigerator was called. “Yellow Dino City Therapods tee. Blue jeans.” Its computer gave me just that. I put them on, and walked away. “Ahem,” The computer exclaimed. I said, “Thank you.”

  I brushed my teeth with an electronic toothbrush, but brushed my hair with a computer. “Thanks,” I said. I ate a bagel for breakfast. Then, I waited for the bus. It was called the Educator-Transporter. It was shaped like a fork with only one prong. Ron groaned, but I was excited. There were humans, robots, dino-people, and aliens called Kakalians. Picture a meat-eating dinosaur that is 7 to 9 feet tall with green fur on its back and giant fly wings.

  Soon, we were at school. I headed for the class labeled Grade Eight: Homeroom 1 of 4. A robot teacher ran the class. “Let’s welcome Charlie to our class. He is new. Pick on him and you will be DETAINED.” That’s what the robot said. He looked like my dad, humanbot form, only with no hair on top of his head- just the back. “Put on your helmets, class. Today WE will be learning history.” I gladly put on a helmet. It had a screen on the front and virtual glasses attached. I saw the city, only with more square buildings. Airplanes were there, and people were fleeing for their lives. “IN 2093, WORLD WAR THREE WAS GETTING TOO SCARY FOR PEOPLE. WHOLE CITIES WERE EVACUATED.”

  A new scene appeared. This time, an American flag was being replaced with another one. “HERE, MINNESOTA DECLARES INDEPENDENCE FROM THE UNITED STATES AND NEUTRALITY FROM THE WAR.” It was too hard to bear. I felt so sad that people couldn’t stop declaring wars. I cried… and then, BOOM! Everything went black, and I fell unconscious.

  Chapter 5: Back from School Shopping

  I woke up to see the teacher, a nurse, and Ron. The teacher said, “I know you’re sad about war. I am too. But please, don’t cry, especially in the V.R Helmet. Otherwise, we will have something else to cry about.”

  I was fried. My scales were ash gray. My hair was all over the place. However, I didn’t feel like I was hurt. When we went back, I had lunch, did a test (I got a D- for not knowing about the 40% of questions about 2011-2311), and went home. Then, Harold said, “Let’s go to the shopping mall. I would like to get you some gifts.”

  I was confused. But I wasn’t complaining. I flew in a city rocket to the mall. I bought some gizmo which makes your friends think they are real dinosaurs, a gadget that shrinks you, and a book on the history of the future, called On the 21st to 24th Centuries. I was happy. Ron got a picture of an actual chocolate cow, a machine which can make telepathy, and a robotic mouse. Then
we just looked around at stores such as Urban Style, Presidential Purchases, Andy’s Antiques, and Candy Realm. At Andy’s Antiques, I saw some TV’s, cameras, and a GPS. Then, we left.

  Chapter 6: Bad, bad News

  When we got home, we were laughing and clapping. I had a bunch of new stuff, and so did Ron. “Want to do some practical jokes on my kids?” Harold said. Harold explained at the mall that he had a wife, Jannette, and six kids: Andrew, Bill, Mitchell, Larry, Susan, and Martha. They hadn’t been here yesterday because they were on their last day of a vacation to Florida (now an independent country).

  We pranked them for a little while, and then went outside. But, then, I saw something bad. The time machine was in ruins! It looked as if it had been in 3 quakes, 4 tornadoes, and 8 hurricanes. Ron and I screamed. I was infuriated. My only chance of going home was gone. I panicked. “AAAHAA!” I screamed. I had to think of a plan. But what? Then I figured out an idea. I grabbed some stuff, signaled Ron and Harold to do so too, and then ran across the city to a cave.

  Chapter 7: Confronting John the Dilophosaur

  I reached the base of some stairs. “Why are we here?” Harold asked. “Many years ago, a Dilophosaur named Jack lived here. He was the villain of the town,” I replied. I walked up the now worn-down stairs. Ron came after, and then Harold. I climbed up what seemed like miles. I was really walking up about 300 yards. I went through many twists and turns with my friends. Soon, I was at the top. “We’re…pant, pant, here…” I wheezed. Ron nearly collapsed, but Harold only broke a sweat.

  “Mr. Dilophosaur,” I panted/yelled, “We’d like you to explain… pant, pant … why you broke my machine… gasp, pant.” A seven-foot tall Dilophosaur walked towards us. “Well, well… if it isn’t Charles C. Williams, Junior. I’ve been expecting you,” he said, with a not-too-promising look on his face.

  “How- how do you know my name?” I yelled. “Why, my great-great-great-great- great -great-great-great-great grandfather wouldn’t forget you… all those things you’ve done to him made him really angry,” the dilophosaur said, “And I guess you know him, and I am his greeeeeeeeeat grandson, John the Dilophosaur.”

  “Why did you trap me here?” I yelled, angry. “Why, I couldn’t let you win the CJ-Jack battle, so I decided to trap you thirty decades in your future.” Then I made a run for it. Harold and Ron followed.

  Chapter 8: Getting Away Through Space and Time

  I ran down stairs. However, Harold made a wrong step and tripped. He bounced across the stairs.

  “Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.Ow.”

  I heard in the distance, “I got you!” and the sound of a jetpack. John! I ran downstairs and made it down in two minutes. Then I scrambled with the help of Speed Boots and some Light Speed Granola energy bars. “YAAAAAAH!” I yelled. “YAAAAAAH!” Ron and Harold agreed. We ran into a lab.

  “Do you have time travel technology?” I asked a scientist. “Yes,” he said. “Good, because I need to go back 300 years,” I replied. The scientist gave me a puzzled look and said, “We can’t go back in time. Only forward.” I got angry. But then I got an idea.

  I picked up the time machine (it was a clock with a lever and handles) and moved it, but not before I made Ron grab on to the machine. “Goodbye,” I said to Harold before I went, “I might come back.” Harold waved back, and then the time travel began.

  Scientists, tourists, pets, and other things raced through the lab. The sun cycles went fast again. The lab was torn apart. The buildings rose and fell. Trees sprouted and died. 2350,2400,2450,2500,2600,2700,3000,3250,3500,4000… I traveled forward with Ron. Then, BLAM! It was all nuked. The moon brightened with city lights. History of life on Earth was 1,000,000 times faster. By the times things were normal again (actually, there were mutants as well as normal animals), humans and dino people landed on Earth. 10,000 AD… 11,000 AD… 15,000 AD… 20,000 AD… 30,000 AD… 50,000 AD… time passed like mad.

  Floods happened, areas became swamps, ice ages came, heat waves spread, jungles were born, mountains grew, canyons were carved… 10 million AD… 25 million AD… 50 million AD… Then humans vanished. … After that, robots left Earth and ostrich-people ruled the world. Why ostriches? I didn’t know. Continents shifted place. Deserts, floods, ice ages… all in the time you could say, “Now that’s what I call amazing.”

  250 million AD… 300 million AD… 500 million… 1,000 million… the Earth became an alien planet with odd flora and fauna. Especially odd flora. 1.5 billion AD… 1.6 billion AD… 1.7 billion AD… 1.8 billion AD… as I admired the odd Earth, it happened. The sun began to get bigger and redder. Life forms disappeared. Mass extinctions occurred. Plant life disappeared. 4 billion AD… the Sun began to crush Earth… and then it went KABLOOOIE!

  Then I realized I got carried away. I missed the invention of backwards time travel! Fortunately, a new solar system appeared. After being about 10,000,005,500 years in the future, I stopped. “Welcome, odd creature,” a creature said. It looked like a mix between a potato chip and a clownfish with legs.

  “Do you have backwards time travel?” I asked. The chipfish person said, “Yes. Where do you to wish to go?” I said, “10,000,005,500 years.” So I used the machine to go back.

  “O got hsiw ot uoy od erehw? Sey,” the fishchip person said. The planet formed backwards. Then, I began to feel extreme pain. Imagine having knives sticking in and out of you every place possible at the same time, being stretched around every nook and cranny in the world, being burnt at the highest temperature you’ve ever felt, and having your atoms sliced. That’s how I felt. However, it only lasted 5 seconds. ZAM!

  Chapter 9: Cheesecake, Jr. In the Present

  I woke up feeling really, really hungry. “How long was I unconscious?” I asked when I saw Dad.

  “12 hours. I spotted you in an area that was for lease with Ron,” Dad replied, “Ron is now back with his dad Irk…er, I mean Mitch.”

  I ate lunch, then decided to watch TV. I was watching World’s Raddest Skateboards when Dad asked about my adventure. I told him, and then decided to write this book. I used a friend’s name for the author of this book.

  Well, I’ve learned a lot from this adventure, and I hope you will too when you read the book. See you later… maybe much later (heh heh).