Editorial Note: I looked at my stats this morning and to my surprise, I have fifty subscribers now! Last I looked I was in the upper thirties. A welcome to you all, and in honor of the milestone, here’s an adventure featuring our very own Captain Happily Married and his daughter Meg Atomic! Timeline-wise, this takes place prior to the new serial, which is mentioned in the new Edison City Index I’ve just set up. Enjoy!
Everything hurt. He felt as if he had just been stepped on by a giant robot elephant. This was not a random metaphor; the captain had actually just been stepped on by a giant robot elephant. Its hashtag was already trending on social media. Most people were referring to the thing as Dumbotron, though there was a sizable number calling for Elephantzilla. The captain didn't much care what they called it. He just had to take it down.
He staggered upright, glass crinkling under his boots. Dumbotron had proceeded further down the street, its mighty footsteps shaking the buildings it passed. He saw a soccer ball orbiting bravely around the monster, peppering it with small laser blasts. That would be Super Soccer Mom, he knew. That soccer ball was her cybernetic assistant Seymour, and it was all she had left; she had used her exploding ones in the morning's battle. All they had to show for it was a fair-sized dent on Dumbotron's left side. The thing still kept going. The captain had spent fully an hour whaling away at it with his super-strength, and it still kept going. How did one stop an invincible robot elephant?
At that moment, a young woman in a red uniform ran to his side. "Hey, Dad," she said, gasping from the run, "are you okay?"
"Fine, Meg," he assured her. "A mere giant elephant robot can't defeat the forces of justice!"
"You're doing your superhero voice again, Dad," Meg Atomic observed. "And it's just me. Everyone else has been evacuated."
"Right, of course. Can you stop this thing?"
Meg shrugged. "I could hit it with an atomic blast, but with the size, I'd have to go thermonuclear. I don't imagine there'd be much left of the city after that."
"Then," said the captain, "we'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way." He launched off into the air and soared out after the elephant, his flight path only wobbling an instant. Meg saw that instant, though, and she wondered. Could the captain stand up to an all-out slugging match with the robot elephant? She would've thought so that morning. Now, however, the monster had survived fifteen of her mother's exploding soccer balls, for heaven's sake. Even if the captain could put it down eventually, it would probably have rampaged across half the city by then. She had to find a way to stop it herself. Meg calculated probabilities, but every plan she devised ended badly.
In the distance, she saw her father slam into the elephant again with a mighty punch that nearly staggered it. Nearly, but not quite. It immediately let loose a shock blast from its metal trunk that sent the captain careening off into the suburbs. He would be back in moments, but in the meantime, what was she to do? At that moment, barely audible above the din of battle, her phone chirped. "Yes, this is Meg, I'm really busy right now, so can you..... oh, hey, Andy. Yes, I had a really great time too. Sure, we could meet again. The coffee shop works. Friday at seven? Great. See you then. By the way, random question, you wouldn't happen to have a super ability, would you? Real-ly. Are you free right now?"
The captain came back, aiming for yet another blow straight in Dumbotron's dented left side. Everything still hurt, and he knew he was going to ache all over the next morning. If there was a next morning. He steeled himself for impact as he barreled in. Suddenly the elephant wasn't there anymore.
The captain pulled himself sharply away, narrowly avoiding a collision with a warehouse on the opposite side of the street. He looked left, and right: no elephant. He glanced up, and saw a tiny metal gleam disappearing in the sky. "What in the name of great justice?" he exclaimed.
Then he saw Meg, waving, with an unfamiliar young man standing next to her. "Dad? she said, as he landed on the street before her. "Meet Andy. Andy Whitmore. I met him last week. Nice guy. Also, he can alter the forces of gravity."
"Captain, sir, it's a great honor, sir," stammered Andy.
"Mr. Whitmore," the captain rumbled. Meg hadn't dated before. Robot elephants were one thing. One's atomically gifted super-daughter dating was something else entirely.
"Dad," Meg said, rolling her eyes, "try not to use your captain voice on my dates. We talked about that."
And so, the day was saved once again.
Love it! I look forward to reading more of your stuff.
You're not the only guy on Substack writing superhero stories, though. Care to meet the ones I write about?: https://davidperlmutter.substack.com/p/gabbin-with-the-girls