BLAST and FRYER Go for a Cruise
The ocean was calm, the sky was clear, and BLAST had declared it the perfect night for “nautical morale boosting.” FRYER didn’t know what that meant, but he did know the boat had cupholders — so he was willing to participate.
They spent the evening cruising along the coastline, sipping Savior Soda, watching the sun melt into the water like a faulty heating coil. BLAST insisted on narrating everything like a travel documentary.
“And here,” he said, pointing dramatically at absolutely nothing, “we see the rare and majestic… uh… ocean.”
Fryer took a long sip. “Riveting.”
By midnight, the waves had rocked them into a cozy, carbonated haze. They stretched out in the life raft “just for a minute,” and within moments, both bots were out cold — BLAST snoring like a malfunctioning leaf blower, FRYER mumbling about overdue maintenance reports.
Sometime before dawn, a soft click echoed across the water. The life raft detached.
When they finally woke up, they were drifting peacefully in the open ocean with nothing but four cases of Savior Soda and BLAST’s unwavering confidence.
“Good news!” BLAST announced, cracking open a can. “We have enough supplies to survive for… at least several hours!”
Fryer nodded, surprisingly calm. “Rescue protocols will pick us up. Eventually. Probably. Hopefully.”
They clinked cans and settled in, chatting about work like two laborbots on a break room bench instead of a tiny inflatable raft in the middle of nowhere.
“Do you think the supervisor will notice we’re gone?” BLAST asked.
Fryer shrugged. “He didn’t notice when you accidentally welded yourself to the conveyor belt.”
“That was ONE time.”
They laughed, relaxed, enjoying the morning sun and the gentle bobbing of the raft.
Neither of them noticed the shadow beneath the water. Neither of them heard the deep, rumbling displacement of something massive rising. Neither of them saw the enormous dorsal fin slicing upward like a serrated blade.
They just kept chatting, sipping Savior Soda, blissfully unaware as a huge shark slowly rose behind them — jaws wide, water cascading off its snout, eyes locked on the only thing it truly wanted:
The soda.
