Bionic Bloodhounds

Setting: a Paraguayan dog-show
Tone: Joyful
Genre: Action
Written by: Jordyn, Logan, Madeline, Bonnie and Joel

(Jordyn) The year was 2461; a great year for middle eastern countries. (Well, great when it came to dogs. The rest of the country was almost completely wiped out.) Paraguay had spent most of its funds on a secret experiment involving dogs and computers. They hoped to combine the two to create what they hoped would be the world's smartest dog. You wouldn't have to teach it to sit or stay, or not to bark when you have company over; it was built in to it. It wouldn't be instinctive or impulsive. It would always be the ideal dog. But something happened... something terrible. No one would tell is what happened, so my friends and I decided to get to the bottom of it. We spent weeks- no, months planning. We had finally made it in...

(Maddie) ...to the Paraguayan dog show when we were attacked! The building that the dog show was held in had been taken over by the fearsome computer-dogs. It was very exciting to be attacked by the dogs, I was thrilled to have been a part of the experience. There were very few people left alive in the building. Those who were living had locked themselves into a very large bathroom. My friends and I fought our way through the halls of the building, trying to find a way to stop these ferocious dogs!

(Bonnie) The dogs had become so smart that they were updating themselves. It was amazing how some of them became surgeons adding all kinds of gadgets. We finally made it to the bathroom where an army of dogs now stood. Some were trying to get into the bathroom; others were at-the-ready. I smiled as my friends and I attacked. Our computer genius was outside trying to hack into their programming to shut them down. But me and my friends had to save these last people. We fired away; one of us was down, then two. But the dogs were falling faster. I saw my best friend die, those dogs were dead meat. I felt more alive than ever...

(Logan) ...as I ripped the metal head off one of the dogs, screeching my triumph. Another one jumped at me from the side, its razor-sharp claws swinging at my neck and face. I leaped to the side just in time, causing the dog to smash into the wall behind me. I was blind with fury now as I charged...

(Joel) ...toward the bionic bloodhounds. I spun with fury, my legs taking out dogs two at a time with effective round-houses. My fists flew like pistons as wave after wave of robot dogs poured out of their kennels. The room was a whirlwind of sparks and bolts as the dogs shattered against my thrusts. I felt as though I was being controlled by some outside influence. As I looked down at my hands choking a Doberman to death, I realized my skin had melted away to reveal black gun metal where my bones and flesh should have been. Confused, I looked back to my computer genius who I thought was trying to hack the system. He was sweating with excitement mashing buttons on a Play Station controller that was controlling my fists and legs. Behind him, a crowd of thousands of spectators were cheering ballistically. The scoreboard above me had me in the lead. I was a robot built for bionic battling and I had three more dogs to go before setting the high score for my creator.