Million Dollar Man (on a budget)

We got up and immediately put our money making plan into action. With a mere 12 hours before the Halloween costume competition commenced, we had a lot of ground to cover if we were going to reach our goal of becoming "Robots from the Future". 

We immediately entered into initial R&D sessions, exploring what was possible with the limited technology available to us. If we were to complete the illusion of Future technology, we would have to create it. The specifications of our mechanical masterpieces were set. For hours we pushed the boundaries of physics, chemistry and quantum theory. 

Us running computer simulations of stuff

Us debating the conservatory plans before designing our Mech suits

It was thirsty work, so we headed down to the casino bar for a stiff drink, before immediately throwing ourselves back into the complexities of cybernetic engineering we were faced with back in our lab/$30 hotel room.

Nerves were fraying under the pressure and one major question was unanswered. Could the human body withstand the astronomical forces that our cybernetic suits would hypothetically exert when activated. Furthermore, could the advanced neural interface we were working on conceivably integrate into our inferior mammal brains. We were not sure, but with $500 at stake, and the rest of our trip hanging in limbo, we had to take that risk.

Us setting new records in physical performance

Us covering uncharted territory in the field of neural interfacing

With testing complete, our creations were ready. We loaded them into Spot's cargo bay and headed to the competition.

We arrived at Millers. To achieve maximum impact on the judges, and to conceal our true identities, we suited up outside in the car park. The designs had been custom made to the exact dimensions of our bodies and as we initiated the Load-Up sequence the transformation was instant. The Operating system came to life, activating every node and cervo, and within a mere second man and machine had become one.  


We necked a few PBR's and then strode confidently into the bar.

The contestants lined up. We snapped down our advanced battle visors and surveyed the competition: An uninspiring shop-bought monkey to our left and equally mass produced Iron man to our right, it was just a matter of time before the judges identified our technically superior outfits as the clear winners. Amy, the humanoid bar maid we had met the night before, gave us a wink. Our human behavioural analytics software ran in nano seconds, and revealed a 99.99% chance of success. Or in human terms, the cash was ours!

Us celebrating a certain victory

Each contestant introduced themselves on the mic before parading in front of the judges. Our electronic voice and robo-walk would surely seal the deal. We waited in the wings as the dregs of the competition were processed and prepared to collect the money. 3rd and 2nd prizes came and went - it was all going to plan...we shot eachother a knowing look and stepped forwards. As the winner was announced a huge roar went up from the crowd. We froze in our tin foil tracks, as an elated monkey came bounding past us, humped the pool table and collected his check for $500. The competition had been rigged.

Completely incensed, we ripped off our costumes and furiously stamped them into mangled clumps of foil. This wasn't in the plan. Our $80 investment and dream of winning big in Vegas was now firmly wedged in a nearby trash can. Completely deflated, we headed back to the strip to drown our misery in a sea of beautiful American girls in criminally skimpy costumes.