Postby dannavy85 » 18 years ago
Throwing away the ease of a short flight, Astro walked through the tall wooden gates that separated the modern world and walked into the Ginza where sword wearing Samurai wandered from place to place passing by street artisans, craftsman and noblemen, all actors of course. He passed by an exchange machine and replaced several 1000 yen bills for their 18th century counterparts, metal and wooden plugs adorned with the symbols of the Tokugawa Shogun ate. No modern things in this ginza, no PSPs, computers or DVDs. Astro stood more than 30 minutes studying parchment paintings at one outdoor shop. Real paint, real handworks, things youd never find at a Sotetsu Joinus department store. He picked one, a Samurai in a dancing swordfight with a dragon, and patted the cardboard tube as he strapped it to his back pack.
Back to the camera again. Astro walked down the dirt street snapping pictures as he went, taking notes when someone told him a piece of history, sampling food, then he wound up browsing through a china shop. One tea set caught his eyes and he was carefully studying one of the cups when a face popped up from behind the merchandise rack and almost made him drop it.
Ah hah! My fierce rival shows himself! Prepare to be defeated!
Astro gulped then smirked. Tamao! What are you doing? Astro looked over Tamaos costume get up and giggled. Naruto? Mind telling me why youre here?
I thought I told you. Me and some of the kids from school are in Chibitsu for the Regional Anime Gathering of Dedicated Outrageous Loyal Suites.
Astro pursed his lips. Uh
Rag Dolls? Sounds hilarious.
Hey! Dont mock our fandom. So what are you doing?
Astro placed the china cup back on the shelf. Oh
.just moving around. Doing nothing in fact except sight seeing.
Tamao gasped. You ran away from home?! He pointed to the overloaded backpack. Astro! Its not that bad at home! I know things get tough at times, I always thought you.
Astro covered Tamaos life. Do you always get melodramatic? Im taking a vacation. We robots do take them once in a while you know.
Well
.I didnt expect to see you taking a vacation here though. You know, the South Pacifics nice
Astro huffed. Its nice here too and I dont have to tire myself out flying all over the place anyway. You better catch your pals outside before they leave you. Astro pointed at the crowd of kids getting onto a bus and waved as Tamao ran to catch up. The robot boy was soon back browsing for a tea set and finally found one he thought Zoran might like.
It was an hour later when Astro found a place to sit again and enjoy another can of Peach Cobbler drink. He dropped his red moon boots on the ground and leaned against an old trail marker, part of a long vanished toll point where travelers of the Tokugawa Era had their paper scrolls stamped and their bundles searched. He spent the time looking down from the hill and using his magnification eyes to find other interesting places to go.
Just as a thought, Astro rolled off the marker and walked around the trail waving his hand back and forth like a metal detector. He stopped to re-calibrate the magnetic field coming from his palm and re-scanned the ground. Every place he heard a ping, he marked it with a slip of paper.
He was soon sitting back on the marker with several items hed dug up. A piece of a sword hilt, a few Tokugawa coins, a shrine ornament and
Astro held the rusty cylinder in his hands and examined it. He tried to be ginger given its fragile condition but it fell apart leaving a pile of iron dust in his hands and with a sudden surprise
A few nuggets of pure gold.
Izuki Prefect Museum
The curator looked at each nugget under a microscope and hummed. About 20 Troy ounces. And you say it was in an iron container?
Astro sat backwards in a chair resting his chin on the back. Uh huh
it was 5 inches tall and so rusty it just turned into powder.
Well
it might have been a smuggling tube. Gold smuggling was very common during the Tokugawa era, it was also a quick way to bribe customs guards at the checkpoints. Anyones honor could be corrupted with the right amount of gold.
The curator looked at Astro and smiled. You know you dont have to turn this in, thought it is a historical artifact you legally own it.
Astro pursed his lips. I
.wouldnt have any use for it, Ill probably loose it going home and Im not programmed to keep historic stuff.
Well
.I can compensate you for the donation to the museum.
Astro smiled. Ok
.fair enough!
Astro laughed to himself as he stood studying a suit of Samurai armor, what a strange request, seven cans of Peach Cobbler drink and money for the local Seven 11 store, the man must have thought him a little weird. Astro looked at his watch, what for when he knew the time at an instant? Still it was another thing of habit hed fallen for, like eating.
He didnt have to make trips to the bathroom nor did he even have to eat. Logically the food offered no value at all save one. His father, his builder had endowed Astro with an insatiable craving for food, call it a defect, call it curiously strange that this little powerhouse of atomic energy didnt let a day pass unless hed cooked something or hed sat patiently watching a cook prepare something to be gobbled. His friends likened him to that hilarious cartoon dog who, after eating a treat, would hug himself, make funny noises then smack his lips as if wracked by seizure. Nothing was safe not sushi, tempura, ice cream or hot dogs. It was a primary school rumor that Astro once, instead of beating Atlas in a fight, beat him at wolfing sushi. Both robots, it was said, wracked up 10,000 yen bills in a single grudge match sitting. Now he was walking out of a Seven 11 smelling the steam rising from a plastic square plate of Teriyaki Chicken and Curry rice tempura.
He found a place to sit
if briefly
before doing a speed wolf, his chop sticks a blaze of flesh brown movement as every rice grain and every bit of chicken
.vanished. He satisfyingly licked the juice from his fingers, grabbed his backpack and walked towards the small local service trolly for the ride to the Youth Hostel and a nights rest.