This is my first Fan Fic so it will have some rough edges. ENJOY!




CHAPTER ONE


The sound of riveting could be heard as I parked my brand new Chryslus. The sea breeze came in as I got out, the smell of the ocean was a relaxing thing to smell as I started my day. It was early morning on the docks and the men in the ship yards were ,like always working 24/7.

Walking into the office I felt the warmer air hit me as I opened the door. The year is 2075 and my name is Jackson Pintsen. Sally greeted me at the main desk. "Hello Mr.Pintsen, while you were away we recieved several calls from men from Roboco.''. ''Why did they call?''I ask. " They would like your reports on how the new protectrons.''She answered.

''Ahh those tinker toys''I told. Those robots haven't even done anything yet. See they were sent in because of several security problems involving past employees. "It's hard being the boss" I thought as I walked to my office. As I opened the door I looked on my desk.

Nothing real important on my desk. Just some paper work and the Roboco Robot Preformance Test. I turned to my window facing into the river. going into the Chesapeake bay. Thier were ships all running through them. Being one of the few hobbies I had I looked to see what ships were going out. Mostly military I saw, which wasn't suprising. More boats means more supplies for the troops in Alaska.

The funniest thing about this is that thanks to the war almost everyone has a job.

As told with my brand new car I have been promoted over 2 times in the past month. It wasn't very hard at all. When I was just a regular guy filling forms my boss was arrested for being a spy(I still don't know what happened to him.) and so I was promoted. Then (call me selfish) I gave mysefl a promotion upwards into this little sector.

Well I guess I should fill out the Roboco form.

Intereting read, there are never enough Pre-War Fanfics in the forum.

Watch the tense. It went from Past tense in the begining to present at the end. Also, dialog is broken up by different paragraphs.


Walking into the office I felt the warmer air hit me as I opened the door. The year is 2075 and my name is Jackson Pintsen. Sally greeted me at the main desk.

"Hello Mr. Pintsen, while you were away we recieved several calls from men from Roboco.''

''Why did they call?'' I asked

"They would like your reports on how the new protectrons.'

I know, I've become the old critic of the forum, but I like to give others the assistance I never got. It took me almost 10 years to improve my writting style, and even now its still not perfect. Best advice I can give to any young writter is to read, a lot. Keep on writting though, and I'll be keeping up with this story. Sounds good so far.

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