She was reminded of her ill-advised audition for Siegfried Idol, and the anxiety she had felt while standing on the darkened stage, readying herself to sing the aria Un bel di from Puccinis Madama Butterfly. Her present situation differed in many ways; there was a pervasive electronic hum in place of the murmuring of the audience, the only light in the house came from the auras of the floating brains, she was in the body of a not-so-attractive male, and she was about to die.
Leela glanced in every direction, but saw only the outlines of darkened corridors and mechanisms that appeared to serve the function of elevators. She took a few steps, and found that she was able to move freely and without pain. They must be holding me prisoner for some reason, she thought.
As if in response to her meditation, a booming, familiar voice echoed throughout the air above her, giving her the impression that the ceiling was miles away. Greetings, Fry of the planet Earth, it spoke. Welcome toTHE DUMB STAR!
Its the Master Brain, she realized. Fry shouldve killed him while he had the chance.
Im not Fry! she shouted into the black void. Im not the one you want!
A moment of silence passed as one of the brains broke from its orbit and descended almost to Leelas eye level. You say you are not Fry, it said, flashing red and yellow with each word. If you are not Fry, then who is?
Before Leela could figure out an answer to the odd question, a figure strolled out of a dark hallway. Its appearance startled and shocked her as it moved into the light.
It was an exact duplicate of Fry, complete with red jacket and pointy hair.
Perhaps this is Fry, said the Master Brain. The Fry clone stood still and gazed blankly at Leela, its eyes devoid of emotion and, it seemed to her, awareness.
Or this. Yet another copy of Fry trudged forward from the opposite direction, assuming a position next to the first.
Fine, said Leela with resignation. I am Fry. Now stop sending in the clones.
A fraction of a second later, the space surrounding her became completely illuminated. She could see no apparent source of light; the only thing she could see was decks. A deck above her...More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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