D. Paul Angel
Barras slowly opened the control room door. He’d seen the light in the lab, but no one was supposed to be here this late. He cringed when he saw Pelcher at the controls. Yes, he was a superior, but he was also an ass and Barras had had a long enough day as it was. “What the Hell are you doing Pelcher!?” he heard himself shout, far angrier than he had realized.
“Oh it’s you,” Pelcher said with a sneer. “I’m doing whatever the Hell I want.”
“Lab’s closed, Pelcher,” Barras continued walking to the control panel. When he realized Pelcher had the force field prototype fully engaged he added, “You can’t be running this! We don’t have another test scheduled for days.”
Pelcher turned from the controls confronting Barras with a hard index finger straight to the chest. “I can do whatever the hell I want in my Goddamned lab! I’m the one who got the defense contracts. I’m the one who obtained the urban test facility, and I’m the one who authorizes your pittance of a salary!”
Barras’ fist clenched but his reply changed abruptly when he finally noticed the dog in the test area. He pushed past Pelcher to get a closer look through the special, thick glass.
The dog was actually a puppy. It looked like a pitbull and it was running in circles around the forcefield, lunging at it continuously despite being thrown away each time. Barras looked incredulously at Pelcher, who started laughing.
“That’s the kid’s puppy isn’t it? Where is she, Pelcher?”
“In the forcefield of course. She tried getting money from me again and that flea ridden mongrel snapped at me after I slapped her.”
“You slapped her!? Jesus Pelcher, she’s just a girl! Not even a teen yet! Jesus…”
“She wants to be on the streets, she needs to know who her betters are,” Pelcher said dismissively. “So I’m teaching her. She grabbed hermuttbefore I could kick it and said, ‘Nothing could come between them.’
“Nothing, eh? So I bet her $20 against her mutt that I could keep them apart for 10 minutes.” Pelcher looked at his watch, “Another minute and half and I can get rid of it for good. Maybe even both?”
Barras looked at the controls in disgust as Pelcher laughed again before launching into a NASAesque countdown. Barras’ disgust suddenly turned to fear as he saw the readout, “Jesus Pelcher, you overrode the safety protocols!”
“So, you’re already at 175% capacity!”
“That’s- That’s impossible! We hit the force field with a battleship round at point blank range and it only spiked to 91%. Hell, in theory not even a railgun could push it past 110%.”
“Shut it down, Pelcher, shut it down! Shut it down now!”
“And lose to street turd? Hell no.”
Barras tried pushing him away to shut it down himself when he saw the puppy jump ever more frantically; each hit raising the load that much more. Out of instinct he ducked just as he saw the puppy take running lunge, even as Pelcher derisively resumed his countdown in the 30’s.
Barras woke against the far wall, well away from the control panel where’d been before the blinding flash and shuddering BANG! He could see Pelcher knocked out too, his legs at an odd angle, but the kid was in the center of the lab unscathed. The puppy was in her lap, happily licking her face. The engineer in him realized that being in the epicenter of the blast had completely protected them both.
Barras awoke again, unsure how long he’d been unconscious this time. He hadn’t smelled the burning circuits, plastic, and wires before. He remembered Pelcher’s arrogant stupidity more clearly though, and was even more grateful to be alive. He turned his head back to Pelcher and saw the kid and the puppy standing over him. Pelcher, pinned by a chunk of concrete and twisted I-beam,was haphazardly trying to shoo them away. The kid easily ignored Pelcher’s weak efforts and began kicking him repeatedly. As the ringing in Barras’ ears slowly ebbed he began to make out her shouts, “WHERE’S MY TWENTY BUCKS ASSHOLE!?”
Barras soon passed out again, but not before he had the satisfaction of seeing the puppy lift his leg…
17 thoughts on “Puppy Love”
Haha!! Serves the arrogant so-and-so right. 🙂
Thanks Steve! He very much had it coming 🙂
Ha Pelcher deserved all he got! You had me captured from beginning to end with this story D. Paul!
I think I might have spotted a typo for you – is there a word missing from this line? ” and that flea ridden mongrel at me after I slapped her.”
Thanks Helen! And yes, that would be a typo. I will fix it tonight. Thank you for catching it 🙂
This brought to mind the movie Better off Dead, and the paper boy who is the running joke through the movie. He is constantly yelling out 2 dollars like a zombie looking for brains and ends up in some of the strangest places trying to collect it.
I haven’t seen it, but now I think I need to 🙂
It’s one of those John Cusak 80s movies. Cheesy but worth watching. Another great line from the movie “Such a shame. Someone threw away a perfectly good white boy.”
Pelcher was easy to root against. I liked the ending with the dog lifting his leg, ha!
Thanks 🙂 And, yeah, Pelcher really is an ass!
Ha, that ending was PERFECT! I’m not quite sure where the kid came from, but maybe I don’t care. 😀
Sometimes I think that they should run a mental stability test — checking especially for any sexual insecurities — before they let any engineering students into graduate school.
This story totally reminded me of why. An excellent science fiction fairy tale!
Indeed, although the vast majority of engineering students I have known all had various levels of insecurities. Now weeding out the psycopathic ones… That’s the trick!
Thanks for coming by 🙂
I’m a dog lover, so this brought me a nice grin at the end.
I too am a dog lover, with a lab/border collie and a sharpei/pitbull. Both rescues from the humane society, and such great and noble friends. They were actually the inspiration for the story, the idea that dogs really won’t let anything get between them and their human. Not even a force field 🙂
I really enjoyed this short story. Pelcher definitely had it coming! 🙂