Super Musicians Breakthrough Do

by Marlynn Swanigan

the strongest of the beasts into her force field of light. When they got close to Sugg-Soatchio, the female-nukes were completely drained. Float, charged them and they kept onward. “He'll take a century to roast.”

  “Hey, man, I think these things are healing!” Lucky cried. Fly ripped one of the dragon's heads off to uncover wires and gears. “It's a robot. These things aren't even real. Who would do this to us?” The Dragon's head wouldn't move when Fly tried to drop it. “We need more time to strategize.”

  “DID SOMEBODY SAY, TIME?” Timothy yelled as the dragon's head fell. He was wearing one wrist-watch on each of his arms. From the looks of things, he could become lighter like Float. “Tim, you're a nuke?”

  “Not really. I'm just a guy who can stop time...O.k., I’m a nuke!” Lucky absorbed Timothy's abilities. Two wristwatches, like Timothy's, appeared on his wrists. He could stop time, but not all time- only within chosen areas. The watches didn't effect the other nukes. “Timothy, do you think you can use those watches to hold him still?” asked Rosebush; slapping a human-guy in the face…He was pushing-up on her. As the remaining nukes attacked, Little and Timothy locked onto Sugg-Soatchio. They got him! “WHAT IS THIS?” yelled Sugg-Soatchio. Lily, who couldn’t fly, ran as fast as she could to devour Sugg with her primary-nuke. Heavily gasping for air, she touched him. Light left her hand and commenced to devour Sugg. He cried roars in very sharp-pain! “Wait!” said Lily. She possessed the dragon and popped out yelling, “IT'S A ROBOT!” The giant robot exploded, revealing the real Sugg-Soatchio escaping. “HAHAHA...YOU THINK I'M STUPID ENOUGH TO FALL FOR THAT. I LEFT FOR YOU A GIFT YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!” There was a huge bomb inside the robot. Fly and Float possessed the bomb together. The bomb went into the ocean. Edit- a man in exquisite mercenary attire popped out of the bomb, floating like Fitted. The bomb went-off! The world, around Edit was an icebox. The humans were frozen – devolved into Neanderthals underneath the endless ice. Edit saw a gang of highly armed mercenaries who were setting up camp near Vogue's shop. He joined them. “Who the hell are you?”

  “His Lord, we are the super-thieves...Your servants...Ling, Jewel, Sapphire, and Ruby. I am Selt, this is Ocean...Are you alright, sir?”

  “Of course, I’m alright! Get back to work!” [To be continued...] ♫°

  SECTION VI

  SUPER MARLYNN GAWNDEN

  In the midst of an unknown broadcasting studio, a cupid named Little-Azarban leans against a wall and hits a tiny cigarette halfway gone. He was wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses. The set was dim and the only light came from the equipment. Azarban's wife comes onto the set dressed nice but she's upset...She wants to have another baby, but Ban's addicted to junk food so he's struggling with aging. Training to age patiently makes the spy-cherubs evolve into nicer cupids. She’s like 5 and a half feet taller; she looks down at him, “Little-Azarban, you have to make a choice, it's either me or your sweet tooth.”

  “How am I’m apposed to woahk on such a big wesponsibiwity and i'm still woahking on mysewf...?”

  “That's what you want...” She sobs and walks away. He flies after her. I was directing the film. “I want a group of guys and some giants-” A Hollownaut who was walking by stops to look at me and jokes, “Dude, keep your sex life private, nobody wants to know that at work, uhh. I’m just so disappointed; you’re the write armor for Pete’s sake!”

  “Ha-Very funny, get back to work.” The bots that were filming and acting approach me. One of 'em says, “His merciful,” when I turn to it, my halo gleams and it says, “Hollowbotics,” he handed me a new pair of glasses. “So you won't lose anymore.”

  “Hey I appreciate it kid- and call me Marlynn.” Hollowbots are the only form of currency in Axe, besides life points. Hollowbots are synthetic ghosts but they look as real as you and I. They can posses each other. Branded by the term defense-belts because the angels of Axe wear them to keep from being incarcerated so easily; Super Hollowbots can become any element and any type of cell. You know someone is wealthy when they recycle Hollowbots to make moons and arenas in Axe like the Generated Nukes, the wealthiest angels of Axe besides the wealthy write armor of course…

  (The ‘The Super Thieves’ narrator audio plays) ♫°So everybody got back to work. ♫°

  “WAIT A MINUTE...!” cried an angelic accent from Edit’s fancy Conestoga wagon. [Based on video game ideas and upcoming novels by Marlynn Swanigan]

  As the ‘super-thieves’ narrator audio played the 4D hovered away from the synthetic holy thieves and silently soared into the wagon. “(God, thy will be done, dude.) HEY? WE’RE TRYIN’ TO SHOOT A MOVIE HERE!” Bot Edit joked while Bot Selt prayed to charge the hollownaut he had summoned for Bot Edit. Two of the original angelic officers or generated nukes - Ultra Groove and Ultra Demo - sat together haunting the wagon. They had their own custom shoe, defensive gear, and clothing designs. They always talked as if they were about to start performing a song. The 4D camera began filmin’ ‘em, filling its reel with life points it soaked up from their angelic skin – prepared to evolve any being who viewed it…Outside Bot Selt tried to wiggle out one of the jewels from Bot Edit’s armor. Bot Edit pushes him. He shoves him back. “Window,” Demo called. It looked like glass; it was made of a balloon so finely assembled; a razor-thin display sustained itself to the identical twin officers softly without wavering. It hovered in front of them. Demo got a message from his girlfriend Rihanna. “Man why is this woman always nagging me? I’m trying to come home for God’s sake…” Groove and Luck encourage him. “Because you’re not playing, you’re really in love.”

  “Dude, women nag every time they open their mouths.”

  “Every single one – I don’t even look at the body no more, I look at the mouth and spirit. Boy you cannot argue with a woman. Just be with her, no matter what she says…”

  “Amen, you gotta ask yourself, whose mouth do I wanna see moving a thousand miles an hour? Who do you want teaching your kids for the rest of their lives?”

  “Her hands are smaller, her feet, her shoes - it’s so cute - y’all don’t understand, I want her to win - we got a thing… I’m with her no matter what she does; we have so much fun…Thy documents- (VWOOM-VWOOM!)” We brought Little Azarban along, because Ultra Groove was still training him to age. By aging patiently, the cupids evolve into more powerful and less rotten forces. It makes them tough. Azarban’s the strongest Generated Nuke, but aging training makes the spy-cherubs less sensitive. “HA-DOOWD…WOOK AT THIS...!” Little yells to get Demo’s attention, swimming in tiny Amolvian toys, zipping around the wagon, his halo breathing from his tiny wings and vanishing after a few seconds. He was playing a little harp memorably; the cupids are addicted to playing music. [Hollow-term: Halo has a mind of its own. No angel has the same halo. Like the special effects in a movie, but angelic and real. Remember the glitter that fell from Ezequador’s hand in ‘Axe’. Groove’s Halo often appears to be miniature fireworks when he’s in combat. When you hit an angel, the collision will spawn its halo; it always fades away and grows flashier with life power.] Ban’s sons were there too: Hud, Man, and Pooh, all stage-one spy-cherubs like their father. And Super Amolvia had a new king- Pooh… Azarban landed on top of the window device, nearly identical creatures quietly sneaking by behind him; they appeared and faded every so-often, tuning their gadgets like thieves, or spies going for the lollipop Little strapped to his back that morning before we set-up, which is twice his size with other treats danglin’ from it… “Azarban, what you doin’ with all that candy. Demo, look at this fool.”

  “Uhm, wit’s the mew ssyoahw…”

  “Ha-It ain’t no new style!” Groove leans in to observe Demo’s window. Demo was entering a pass code for access to secret super-replays. [Hollow-term: Super-Replays are replays that can charge your spirit while you watch ‘em! Any collision between dark and light or supernatural evolution captured on film.] Azarban bounced on the window like it was a trampoline. “DOOOOOOWD…wess go…pway in the smoe...” Demo covers
his window to enter his pass code. “Really, ay’st? I got like infinite holy flamethrower, and you don’t trust me, ay’st? Unbelievable, ay’st.” [The elder Amolvian alumni say, “Ay’est,” young Amolvians say “ay’st”] Groove asks, not having to pray to charge his nuke a day in his life, burning up in holy flames. “There ARE demons who can read minds, chief,” The super-replay started, “OK, What’s wrong with this picture?” Demo pauses the footage; his halo erupts from his head to show his mood. “Aw, crap, WATCH!” The original Super-Watch peeped into the wagon from above, hangin’ up side down. “Engaging.” He answered, locking his super-hollow tic onto the interior of the wagon. He was wearing two wristwatches. The super-hollow toc is just a profile device – It stores data; his window sprouts from it, charms, clones, and such Hollowbotics. Luck quietly jumps down from atop of the wagon to the ground. “Scanning...” He reported, giving off a wide force field, turning the other nukes stronger! “Get me the write armor, ay’st.” [Hollow-term: The Write-Armor is the angel of Axe who has infinite wealth! The essence cherub, Marlynn, who can produce infinite Hollowbotic objects, worlds, and all angelic