sandwich!!!

      Finally, I finished it. Ever since I was a kid reading though science magazines, watching sci-fi movies, doing experiments in the backyard, I wanted to invent things. Something that would change peoples' lives in a big way, for the better. Now, 20 years later, I'd done just that. I mean, it wasn't my magnum opus, but it was a heck of a start! Standing tall, proud, and tired (it was around 2 a.m.), i gazed over my newly constructed Sand-o-Tron, my heart filled to the brim with astonishment that I had actually done it. It could make sandwiches automatically in mere seconds, where it would take a human at least 1 or 2 minutes!

     After getting some rest, I tested it out to make sure it, y'know, actually worked. Lo and behold, it crafted a delightful PB&J in about 4.13 seconds, and another even faster! I couldn't believe my eyes! I had to share this feat with the world. So, that's precisely what I did. I exited my basement, went to my neighbors' houses, and showed them the marvelous contraption! "My word!" gasped one. "Wowzers, mister!" remarked another. "You see, Gerald, I always knew that boy was going places!" shouted Old Man John to the other side of the room.

     Eventually, I left to show it off to the whole town, and stopped in the park so that passerbys could get free samples of what Sand-o-tron could create. Once word got around, it was a massive success! I started thinking of building new Sand-o-Trons to share with the world, but that dream was sadly cut short very quickly.

     After the success of Sand-o-Tron, I went to sleep back home, but left my best friend from all the way back in 3rd grade, Josh, in charge of keeping it safe for the night. "Yeah sure dude, that'd be cool with me!" he responded. I deamt about sandwiches all the night. Or, the amount of night I was able to sleep. I awoke to an immense clatter, as if pots and pans were being hurled at a robot. My robot. I got up in a haze, and stepped outside. I half-thought I was still asleep, as when I looked around, everythings was sandwiched. Cars, dogs, trees, even whole houses were stuck between massive pieces of bread. People were running around, screaming as Sand-o-Tron followed them around with big crossoint halves. Josh shook me awake, and I could tell how distressed even he was. "Your robot, man! It-it was doing all fine and everything, it was all cool, then suddenly it just lost its marbles! It took people and put 'em in big sandwiches, and now it's moving on to other things like dogs 'n' cats!"

    
    Well, dang. I had just created my best invention yet, and now i had to destroy it. Oh well. I quickly gathered some metal parts, wired together a few programs, set the figurative "Don't-Hurt-People" knob to off, and pushed the SandStopper1.1 out the door. It would take apart any sandwich it spotted, which is what i wanted. But, what it ended up doing was a bit out of what i had hoped for. It took apart car sandwiches, yeah. It did a swell job separating dogs and cats from bread. But, it was too powerful. It took apart those cars, down to their engines, their wheels, heck, even their exhaust pipes. It ripped the hair from those poor animals. I sighed. "*Sigh*." I was beginning to get fed up with all this. It wasn't even half past 6 a.m. I took out my remote control, connected to both the Sand-o-Tron, and the SandStopper1.1. I neglected to insert a self-destruct button into both the robots, but what I did put was a targeting system, to target specific ingredients to make into sandwiches, or target sandwiches to take them apart.

    So, I selected Sand-o-tron to make SandStopper into a nice, fresh, salami sandwich, and SandStopper to rip Sand-o-Tron apart., Sand-o-Tron glanced at SandStopper, which did the same. The Sand-o-Tron reached into its stomach to pull out huge chunks of bread, which it threw at the SandStopper in an attempt to trap it, but it was no use. It was torn apart like a knife through butter. However, the SandStopper didn't have enough time to dodge the bread pieces. It looked at itself in horror, seeing it had become a sandwich itself. It knew what it had to do. And with that, it used its knife arm to rip itself apart

    After a couple of days, people mostly forgot about the incident, and apologies were given by me to the town. From now on, I'll be more careful, no more sandwiches for me. But, that reminds me. I've got a robot I've been testing out recently, the Pizzautomatic18. And it's gonna be my best one yet!