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Marta Martinez Saves The World
Marta Martinez Saves The World
Marta Martinez Saves The World
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Marta Martinez has a problem

She’s an engineering student gunning to win the campus robot wars and has a raging crush on Clarence Cunningham, star quarterback. He doesn’t even know she exists, and her best friend has been less than supportive.

When major kitchen appliances suddenly grow to gargantuan size and start attacking the city, Marta sets out with her cat, her neighbor, and her engineering partner, into the skyways of St. Paul to save her best friend who just happens to be trapped at a Lowertown poetry reading with Clarence Cunningham.
Marta has a plan:
Save the quarterback
Save the world

LanguageEnglish
PublisherApokrupha LLC
Release dateAug 21, 2016
ISBN9781370622184
Marta Martinez Saves The World

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    Marta Martinez Saves the World

    Victorya Chase

    Kaiju Revisited #1

    Published by Apokrupha

    Cover Art by Chris Enterline

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    copyright, 2016

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    * * *

    Thursday

    The toaster winked at Marta.

    At least it looked like a wink somehow. A glint of light from one side of the toaster glowing and then not.

    A wink from a toaster was disconcerting enough, but it’s even more unnerving when you went to bed alone and without a toaster.

    Did you do this? Marta asked her cat, Gibley. More a pillow that she fed, Gibley was a large black beach ball of a cat whose stomach waved back and forth like a shake weight gone rogue when he ran. Not that he ran often. Gibley was currently eating some soft cat food Marta didn’t remember putting out for him. He lifted his head and let out a soft ‘mew’ to let Marta know he was paying attention, but now was eating time.

    Marta hated toasters. It wasn’t exactly that toasters sole purpose in creation was to take soft doughy bread and make it crisp that bothered her, although that waste of utility was part of it. She did think highly of toast. It was the perfect receptacle for butter, shaved thin, and spread evenly to all edges. What Marta really hated about toasters was people didn’t clean them and they became a vacation home for roaches. So maybe what she really hated was roaches, or the fact that every time she saw a toaster and instinctively looked down into it and past the heating elements she saw crumbs and filth. Then there were the fingerprints. Why were so many appliances made of chrome that kept finger prints on file longer than the FBI? It was easier for Marta to not have a toaster than to obsessively clean it after each use. What she had in place of a toaster was a Brave Little Toaster eraser she’d gotten after seeing The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Mars and thinking it both incredibly inane and insane but cute all the same.

    The toaster winked again. It was unplugged—there was no reason for it to be winking. Then Marta caught the time, a green glow of you’re five minutes away from being late from the stove. She needed to run; engineering classes wait for no woman.

    * * *

    You know you’d be pretty if you did something with that mop of yours, Gwen said. She meant well. Psych majors had time to mean well but not exactly the filter to allow the intention to show.

    Marta grunted, wondering for a moment why they remained friends.

    You’ve got a bone structure that shows through the freshman fifty you never shed, she continued, and those lips of yours would make anyone jealous. Not to mention that permanent tan you got going on.

    Are you asking me out or recruiting me for a nineties teen film? Marta asked. She held up her slice of cafeteria pizza by the crust and watched the grease drip onto the cardboard container it came in. If she held it up long enough the cardboard would become translucent. The cheese began to slide, so she tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and repositioned the pizza so the cheese slid past her lips.

    I’m just trying to be a friend, Gwen huffed, digging into her salad and crunching down on the pile of croutons piled atop to make the limp lettuce sound fresh. Hint—it wasn’t. This was college food. Nothing there was meant to be enjoyed, just consumed by students too stressed to care and paid for on meal cards. The real food began across the street but those places used actual money. They also involved walking outside in winter. This was never a good idea in Minnesota.

    I’ve got a big project I’m working on, no time for hair, Marta said by way of acknowledging Gwen’s attempts and moving the conversation. The robot wars are just a week away and this year I’m winning.

    Oh, I’m sure you’ll win, Gwen said. But you can win pretty, you know.

    Tell you what, I win and before the photo op you can make me look like any sort of Kardashian you want.

    Whatever, Gwen replied, but Marta saw the gleam in her eye. It was enough to make Marta want to lose.

    Anyway, Gwen said, I met this girl online and we’re going on our third date this weekend. She’s a writer. English and Gender Studies double major.

    Marta mentally ‘whatevered’ Gwen as she spoke and turned to Facebook. The joys of a smartphone era—it was socially acceptable to avoid a conversation in real life by having one on your phone instead.

    I figured out the circular saw, popped up on Marta’s screen.

    Jayce, her partner in the robot wars. He was insisting on a saw.

    Tenderizer, Marta typed back, half-listening to Gwen cooing about her new relationship.

    The saw is classic, Jayce typed back.

    Marta let out a sigh and looked back up at Gwen before turning her head and letting out

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