Post by frankthetriviaman on Jun 24, 2016 18:17:27 GMT -5
This story takes place after Diesel 11 and Diesel 12 were seized by the government.
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Diesel 11 and Diesel 12 were terrified; one minute they had been sleeping in their shed soundly, the next they were rudely awaken by workmen, using sledgehammers and crowbars to rip out their A.P.S. improperly. Now, they sat helpless on flatbeds as an engine took them to the scrapyards.
Their train was three flatbeds long; on one sat 11, on a second sat 12, and on the last sat the mangled remains of their Automated Programming Systems.
"Oh the irony, isn't it; built to load scrap, now we are scrap" Diesel 11 observed.
"If only we hadn't listened to that blasted Boomer fellow, I'd still be respected by the folks I worked with!" Diesel 12 grumbled.
"Can it you two! Show some dignity before you get scrapped" the driver of the diesel engine said.
They were shunted into a siding, where they would be left for some months.
Over time, workmen came, and first stripped them of useful parts and pieces; there was some value left to them, after all.
"I bet Diesel 2 is having better luck than we are... and he IS a parts engine!" Diesel 11 said.
"I hope they don't remove our claws... I think it is all we have left."
They didn't; for whatever reason, the workmen simply removed the hydraulics and left the rest.
Then, the dreaded day came. They were shunted into the primary smelting area, where a giant claw loomed overhead.
"Oh no... no no no! Anything but this!"
But no one paid attention to the diesels... if anything, many workers on duty were glad to see them go.
First the claw went down and picked up the A.P.S. remains. Crushed under the claw, they were hoisted, moved, and dropped onto a conveyor to be melted down.
Diesel 11 gulped as he saw the claw come down.
"I guess... this is the end, brother" Diesel 12 said as he saw it come down in front of him.
"I...I will not let them have the last laugh!" Diesel 11 said defiantly. He closed his eyes and put a stern expression on his face; he refused to give the workmen the joy of seeing him suffer.
Then, he felt the claw.
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Well, obviously they were saved, but how? Find out in a future installment of D-11 history of the Numbered Diesels novel
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Diesel 11 and Diesel 12 were terrified; one minute they had been sleeping in their shed soundly, the next they were rudely awaken by workmen, using sledgehammers and crowbars to rip out their A.P.S. improperly. Now, they sat helpless on flatbeds as an engine took them to the scrapyards.
Their train was three flatbeds long; on one sat 11, on a second sat 12, and on the last sat the mangled remains of their Automated Programming Systems.
"Oh the irony, isn't it; built to load scrap, now we are scrap" Diesel 11 observed.
"If only we hadn't listened to that blasted Boomer fellow, I'd still be respected by the folks I worked with!" Diesel 12 grumbled.
"Can it you two! Show some dignity before you get scrapped" the driver of the diesel engine said.
They were shunted into a siding, where they would be left for some months.
Over time, workmen came, and first stripped them of useful parts and pieces; there was some value left to them, after all.
"I bet Diesel 2 is having better luck than we are... and he IS a parts engine!" Diesel 11 said.
"I hope they don't remove our claws... I think it is all we have left."
They didn't; for whatever reason, the workmen simply removed the hydraulics and left the rest.
Then, the dreaded day came. They were shunted into the primary smelting area, where a giant claw loomed overhead.
"Oh no... no no no! Anything but this!"
But no one paid attention to the diesels... if anything, many workers on duty were glad to see them go.
First the claw went down and picked up the A.P.S. remains. Crushed under the claw, they were hoisted, moved, and dropped onto a conveyor to be melted down.
Diesel 11 gulped as he saw the claw come down.
"I guess... this is the end, brother" Diesel 12 said as he saw it come down in front of him.
"I...I will not let them have the last laugh!" Diesel 11 said defiantly. He closed his eyes and put a stern expression on his face; he refused to give the workmen the joy of seeing him suffer.
Then, he felt the claw.
......
Well, obviously they were saved, but how? Find out in a future installment of D-11 history of the Numbered Diesels novel