Shawn sat in the driver’s seat of an extra-terrestrial vehicle, though he wasn’t steering his new friend. The Corvette—shape-shifting robot, Xcellsior—carried its teenage companion over rain-slick roads, dashboard stereo blasting rock ’n roll.
“Awesome!” Shawn whooped.
Then, lightning struck Xcellsior, frying alien circuitry, squealing robot brakes.
Xcellsior began to morph into bipedal form—Shawn stuck inside.
The boy screamed. Windows wouldn’t open. Doors wouldn’t unlock.
Shawn saw a button: “EJECT.” Had to risk launch into stormy sky.
But pressing the button only spat out a cassette tape.
Xcellsior soon stood tall; Shawn, gooey, compact, held close to the alien’s heart.
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