Guy Worthey- You sexy ass Astrophysicist you. Man, it is so cool that I met Guy and am now featuring his incredible writing on my Blog. Guy is the Author of The Adventures of Ace Carroway series Which we get to go into detail about during my interview with him, that you can watch here.
Guy also writes his own blog and would love if you visited his website here. But only if you think his writing is any good. Because unlike me Guy Worthey is a man of integrity.
Hello. Call me Botchi. It’s a contraction of robot and chi energy, and I use that name because I have the power to assemble robots with my mind.Let’s put it this way. If I were in Star Wars and I got dumped down the garbage chute, I would have the raw materials to start building. Every new pile of scrap I came across, I could reassemble into something amazing. My bots follow my commands and they tend to be protective.I first discovered my powers when I was a teenager. I was practicing yoga in the living room. This is tough because Mom was having a terrible time with the TV. She was grumpy when it didn’t work, and I had to concentrate really hard on my chi to keep from getting infected with her frustration.Finally, she just threw the remote on the floor and jumped up and down on it a few times. She left the room, and I felt this amazing sense of peace. I really felt connected to the cosmos.Well, I guess I really did connect to the cosmic, because when I opened my eyes, I was floating three feet above the carpet, and the broken pieces of the remote control were orbiting me like TDRS satellites or something. I reassembled the remote with my mind, then eased out of my meditation.The remote control wasn’t the same anymore. It had little button feet, and it could scamper around. It sort of fell in love with the toaster and that was awkward. But the point was that that was how I discovered my superpower.My robots work better, now. Mostly.I should mention that I’m helpless while I’m building bots. Also, I lost all my hair.Right now, I work for the Army. I build something, and then they fail to figure out how it works and they ask me to build something else. It’s sort of pointless, really. I’m thinking of escaping and somehow getting up into orbit. There’s so much space junk up there, I’d have materials for a lifetime of bots. But I think I’d get lonely.
So now I’m on Tinder, but nobody seems to want to commit to a lifetime in a space capsule with me for company. I wonder if I “Botchi’d” something up. – Guy Worthey