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Before Pete can even think what to say, in a blinding flash….Caveman Robot is Re-Activating himself back onto his feet, as his power core shifts to the visible spectrum….
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Pete Malfortuna finds he gets more than he bargains for when he wishes for his favorite hero, Caveman Robot to be at his Birthday party, when he, his Hero, and the Dreaded Krabran Goon all get sucked into the Miraculous Taco Chrono Tuttelwell Labs TIMEOVEN.
Now the three! The boy, robot, and monster, are trapped in a ever expanding always looping Time Paradox, that will take Pete, from the Dawn of History to the Threshold of Infinity. With only Caveman Robot to Protect him, and Krabran Goon wants to eat him.
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Notes on this entry
The story so far....
Caveman Robot, our hero, is 8 foot tall mechanical mystery man that always leaps right into the thick of adventures of Loser Pete, a young bratty boy who is lost in a time paradox along with our hero, or is it the other way around, either way the Boy is constantly in the thick of Caveman Robot’s adventures for good and ill.
Caveman Robot appears to be a Robot from the far future of Earth at the very end of Time, that somehow crashed landed at the Dawn of human history. His memory was a blank so he took on the behavior of the Dawn people, the cave people that discovered him. He had many adventures in the prehistoric world with his young sidekick Loser Pete a little bratty boy lost in time.
He is carries the DODECATRON in his chest cavity, which is the source of his inexhaustible energy, monstrous speed, and inhuman strength. He leaps and bounds cross his world, Mute, Caveman Robot is deeds not words, from the shadows as if he could have been waiting for years.He can turn anything into a weapon, but usually uses his trusty Club, which seems to be the all purpose tool/weapon/gizmo, simply by hitting it on things, miracles.
When they are facing a Yaldaobotha, a Giant Space Monster in single combat for the fate of primordial Earth, Caveman Robot overlords the DODECATRON, destroying the threat, sending Pete to the distant future, the year 60,000 A.D. where Caveman Robot was lost, and the Spacecity of Monumenta is under attack by an army of Krabran Goons.
Pete is able to help the Futurians, by learning that he can transform into Caveman Robot, by touching the Dodecatron, which was being used to power the city through space.
Caveman Robot saves Monumenta from the Krabran Goons, and then he attempts to travel back in time to stop himself (Pete) from falling into the Time Oven.
Caveman Robot was trapped under thousands of tons of rock and was freed in 1937, but he was aware of the time in an endless dream. He is discovered by John Zarathustra and Silas Tuttelwell....
The Discovery of Caveman Robot...1937, Los Hermanos Valley, at the groundbreaking of their Utopia Supercity, Silas Tuttelwell and John Zarathustra discovered Caveman Robot who had been trapped under tons of rocks for thousand of years. His mysterious power source the DODECATRON, has keep him alive, and now he is ready for thousands of more years of adventure.
Laid out in the shape of THE DODECATRON
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The Adventures of Caveman Robot and Loser Pete
THE DISCOVERY OF THE INVENTION OF CAVEMAN ROBOT
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our fallen Hero of Past, Present, and Future.
Los Hermanos Valley, 1937
Visionary engineer Silas Tuttelwell invites globe hopping adventurer John Zarathustra, to the site of his new Utopian project, Monumenta that will take humanity to the stars.
Under the star, together they conceive of the DODECATRON, the ultimate power source that uses the energy of Time itself, allowing time travel, and mastery of time.
That it and it alone will make Monumenta possible.
They realize that it will take generations to complete, that they must help make a better human being, a person that is capable of taking their plans into the future.
Zarathuatra, jokes that once the DODECATRON is created, their descendants can send it back in time to them so they will not have to do to the trouble of working so hard in the first place.
Whenever Pete finds himself, what ever age he is at, no matter what a mess he has made of things Caveman Robot will be there to save the day, and maybe one day help Pete see what being a hero actually means, appearing in a second dispatching villains, rescuing Pete from the clutches of charismatic super evil genius Ape Lincoln, or the clutches of the mindless Krabran Goon.
Because Caveman Robot is actually an adult Pete, who in the distant future dressed up as Caveman Robot, his childhood self’s favorite Hero, stole the DODECATRON, and used it to travel back in time, to stop Krabran Goon from eating his childhood self, however he also attempted to prevent his childhood self from once again falling into the Time Oven at the same moment as Caveman Robot.
It was this event, that caused the Time Paradox when he traveled back in time to prevent himself and his younger self falling into the Time Oven, He is Now and perhaps once again and again, the mute mysterious protector of his childhood self, the two forever lost in the Past, Present, and Future. Pete Malfortuna is Loser Pete, the kid lost in Time.
Trapped in the Caveman Robot form and made immortal by the DODECATRON, he lives the entire history of Humanity from the Dawn of Time to the End, and back again, over and over Caveman Robot has gone through his adventures, always doing what is right, always being at the right place at the right time, Always there to save the day, and then leap away to who knows where. He has to always be there to save Pete, because Pete is the key to freeing him from the Time Paradox, but only when Pete has learned his lessons, only when he has become the Better Person.
Forever trying to lead by example for his younger self to a better path, to make a better person, to undo the damage that he has done. To set things right, the 21 year old Pete who has been lost in time since his birthday, finds himself dressed as Caveman Robot
Caveman Robot is not a superhero story or a science fantasy fairytale,
Caveman Robot is Epic
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Caveman Robot is a Robot from the far future of Earth at the end of Time, that somehow crashed landed at the Dawn of human history.
His memory was a blank so he took on the behavior of the Dawn people, the cave people that discovered him.
He is carries the Dodecatron in his chest which is the source of his inexhaustible energy and brute strength.
Pete’s origin story is that he into the Time Oven, and is caught in a Time Paradox, with Caveman Robot his protector.
Basically Pete is a kid that is going on a karmic journey over the course of the first 24 stories.
It turns out that all of Pete adventures are what leads him to transforming into Caveman Robot, and traveling back in time creating the beginning of the story. And starting it all over again, or breaking the cycle. In this process Pete goes from brat to hero.
This is Wizard of Oz, this is Where the Wild Things Are....
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Pete is a bratty kid that loves Caveman Robot, and even more so Caveman Robot Stuff, He falls into The Time Oven, and ends up in the distant future where he meets his very old self, Old man Pete, who has been transforming into Caveman Robot for life times, who lives at the Threshold of Infinity, within the vaulted trophy room of Caveman Robot, filled with the very real spoils of Caveman Robot’s adventures.
And a giant Tuttelwell Thought Projection that is a map to all the adventures and as it turns out a Diagram of the Dodecatron, the creation of the very device that allows the adventure to happen is within the paradox as well all happening at the end of TIME.
(Old Man Pete) a wise old of absent minded wizard of sorts is surrounded with all the Trophies of Caveman Robot, and the young brat Pete, makes off with a number of Trophies including a Zarathustra Age Belt and the genuine one and only pair of Clump Kant’s Superpants (which give whomever is whereing them superpowers, and the secret under his outer shell that allows him to transform into Caveman Robot. The valkyrie armour...(that last one takes some time to come out)
He knows what is going to happen before it does, he has perfect timing, uncanny rube goldberg wacky boomerang timing. Comic Jack Kirby meets Tex Avery fights, because Caveman Robot is a guy “cheating” to save himself, made himself Caveman Robot and now must forever be the hero attempting to undo what he has done.
Think of it this way, If you could go back and time and fix things would you? What is you had no choice, what if you were cursed to? Caveman Robot is Pete, he bears the Dodecatron in his Chest, the ultimate Power source and the key to Utopia,.
The universe of Caveman Robot is as his names suggest is about a folding in time, the far ends of humanity being folded up into one another.
This is true of his own origins, a little boy that is exposed to the Dodecatron, which is the mysterious power source of Caveman Robot, this transforms him into Caveman Robot. Oh and who created the Dodecatron? Pete, when he is a very old man at the TIME.
He is part of a TIME “which came first chicken/egg” PARADOX.
To have Caveman Robot you must have the Dodecatron, which is the power source of Caveman Robot, also the powersource that was the “Time Oven”, it allows all points in time to be folded together, past, present, and future become one.
The Dodecatron was conceived of by the two founders of Mounmenta, as the solution to the planned outer space super city ark to the future sum total knowlege of humanity seed into space project.
The Engine of Monu1menta is the Dodecatron, the two founders Silas Tuttelwell and Zarathustra, conceived that to create the Utopia Space Ark City of Monumenta, they would need to create an engine that allowed access to the forces of Time Itself.
Zarathustra and Tuttelwell together agree that to create such a device they would need to create a “Futurian”, a person of tomorrow.
To do that would take lifetimes generations, It was then joked that once they actually invent this Time Engine, why not just send it back in time to themselves, so that don’t need to go to all the trouble of inventing the thing in the first place.
The Next day, while at the groundbreaking site of Monumenta, they bust open a caveman a discover Caveman Robot, holding up the time engine itself, the ultimate power source,
Caveman Robot .
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http://www.thomasrobertello.com/artist/seriesworkview/143/607/18085 The White Feathered Octopus 2012 a novel An excerpt from the book: This is the peak of the movie talking about Danny Kaye in Wonderman! It explains everything! Post War World Two, healing would the mind and the heart The thinker and the clown! What is this trick photography, YES IT IS! Two-way ticket, the 4-d man, the clown is the trickerts- No telling what I can do when I learn the ropes, Oh what a set up when I wasted all that time living The secrets of life were solid for a dime (nothing a symbolic boon at best) they offer all the various – lustful, muses each a color of the rainbow, the young lover pulls upon them all, the solution, the soul union, to finding love either getting the man you want to notice you or to find new lover or both is to be polyamorius to play the field, not just with love, Song of Solomon, to play the field of life to explore all the different kinds of being you can be, mother, lover, whore, child, wife, ex-wife, monster, body, object, image. With young man falling before you. That will instill lust in your true love to struggle to then win you, or die trying The Perpetual Grinning Giantess Okay, get up, push your hands down on the rug, flip over, on the knees, Arch the back, strech out back, Arch again, PAIN!, tight exhausted doing nothing calf muscle, PAIN!, up on your feet, Broken Wagon wheel feeling, pivot, push forward, thought the apartment, Dad there in his chair so bored, now so delighted that I am coming thought the kitchen over to him. It is maybe 10, I don’t know 10:20? Dad could not wait for me to make coffee, he have has been able to figure out how to use the espresso maker, so instead I see what is left of his Cowboy Coffee. Recipe for Cowboy Coffee Two tablespoons of coffee grounds Pour directly into a small cooking pot Drop in One Cup of Water Do not mix! Heating until boil and continue to boil until contents have boiled over leaving burnt grounds chemically bonded forever in the porcelain stove top Hysterically pour directly into whatever vessel you can find regardless of cleanliness, the mug you left overnight with 4 or 5 tea bags from last night will work nicely, or the Pyrex measuring cup, or a soup bowl, our take a slightly smaller cooking pot and pour it in there, just do it NOW! Drop in an ice cube, drop the tray still filled with more ice onto the floor and kick it under the stove. Add one to fifteen packs of the cheapest imitation sugar to taste Drink one scalding sip, then let sit till ice cold, then dump into sink. Piss in the mug, and hide it behind the chair Forget about it, then a few days from now kick the mug over with enough force to cause it to be smashed to more manageable bits And That’s Cowboy Coffee, enjoy. Without saying a word, I go straight into the shower, PAIN! Find the Monkey Wretch we use to turn the hot water on with, the knob fell off a few weeks ago, I would ask the landlord to fix it, but since we are behind in the rent it makes it awkward. PAIN! Get the water really HOT, turn off the lights, in the in shower, now down onto my knees, pressing my feet hard against the surface of the tub near the drain. PAIN! Arching my back, arms under my frame for support, pushing and pulling my next, compressing my spine, sucking in my gut, as tight and I can, release and again and again. IN the Dark, IN the Steam, eye shut tight, making a pillow with my hands, how else would anyone make any pillow of any kind without their hands? The inner surface of my eyelids, opens up to a long subterranean florescent hallway, I am following a pleasing figure slightly in front of me, I am enjoying my point of view. The Perpetual Grinning Giantess, who is a fusion of past girlfriends, a buxom, dark haired beauty with amalgamated features, in a thick tangerine turtle neck, and short pelted wool skirt, with knee high matching Clementine stockings, finds me in a dark corridor and taking my hand leads me down into a takes me to the underground bunker, that I always knew would be at my disposable if I need it. Actually it is a palace, long halls, tapestries, modernist sculptures and fountains. The Giantess leads me to where the strange weapons, ornate armor, and incomprehensible gizmos, taken from other worlds, are stored. The orange paint job on the concrete brick walls of the armory matches her heaving sweater. And we joke about it. She speaks in a rhythmic sing-song manner with left field code words dovetailing the ends, and cresting the middle of her sentences. It was as if she was trying to teach me a code, or perhaps an alternative language that happened to use the same words as English but with different meanings, or both those things. Suddenly I notice that there is a book in the back of the armory, behind glass. The giantess explains to me that it was the one last book in this world. All the others were destroyed. It is a thick old fashion book kept enshrined upon a pillow. Making a corny Ray Bradbury joke, I asked if it was Tales of Mystery and Imagination by Edgar Allen Poe. The Giantess, looked at me with a blank stare and said it was, Tobacco and other Consumable Ash Residue, of Cigarettes, Cigars and Pipes for Forensic Criminology by Sherlock Holmes. As if I was foolish to think it could be any other book. With a careful single motion she touched a tiny button on the side of the book’s pedestal, and glass, or what I thought was glass, instantly turned to cool steam flying away from the book. The whole bunker filled with a strong whiff of thick dust, that smell that only an old book can provide. But, what a book! “May I?” “Jugular! If justice is done, please just be careful, here use these gloves to turn the pages..” I suppose the closest thing I could compare to the book would be the Voynich manuscript, Which I had been allowed to see when I was a grad student. This book seemed even more cryptic, page after page of elaborate diagrams of smoke, smokers, pipes, hookahs, and the various plants they are harvested from, but text was equally filled with wirework half-see through people, animals, and monsters. All of it appeared to be cross-connected with astronomical bodies; suns, moons, and stars of astronomy and astrology. One series of 78 diagrams depicts unconventional drawings for the zodiacal constellations from around the world ( a Winged Minotaur carrying a giant stone covered in dozen of human eye ball for Taurus, an eight legged centaur with a mane of fire and ice, brandishing a crossbow for Sagittarius, The Vedic Head of the Demon depicted as a man with a puppet on a stick riding a toad, a male and female pair of mere-people in coitis within a golden egg for Pisces, you get the idea). There where different bevels running down the pages of the text block, so that fingers could easily find categories. In a section that appeared to cover geography I have a dozens different Maps of the earth, the largest of which folded-out in a special section of the book in one dived poster page, gingerly opening my six foot six inches arm span up to reveal a shockingly detailed chart of a planet called Helios Three, in the lower middle right of the map, the entire known land masses of our earth were represented as a tiny chain of islands the size of Hawaii all sharing the label Mundania, surrounded by quaint old timey sea-serpents, mostly hybrids of screaming women with hydra similar to classic allegorical images of Sin personified, in an area called the Internos Ocean, on a awesomely gargantuan orb filled to accommodate vast super-continents with labels that I could roughly translate as Atlemuriatis, Prospero’s Lillblefuscuiput, Ozqbar, and Xanthadu. I laughed “This is an amazing document, a work of art onto itself, whoever made it really put their all into it, but Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, he is not a real person, it is a common misunderstanding that inspired this Obsessive Prankster.” The Giantess, saw and raised my laugh, with a slightly perturbed “Blacktail! You have made a blunder!, Doyle, that asshole? He was a puppet, an actor! Adfluxion, the account is full of errors! WE hired him to distract the general populous! I don’t know what Sherlock saw in that empty headed chowderhead, that hapless little man believed in ghosts! Modishly, a mismanaged affair. I asked her what she meant by that, was there something in the text besides the new revealed to be real Holmes’ study of tobacco ash, she said yes. The she made a joke herself, with a slightly different smile, a sexy twist in the curve of her lips, she said. “Rollable, your request is unreasonable, I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you.” “Okay, ha!” hoping over to a sturdy looking cot with a rainbow of earth tone striped wool blanket atop it and now under by backside. “ So Holmes, was an actual person, like some sort of Wold Newtonian idea.” “World Newtonian, Cellar, the cheaper the better?” as she subtly shifted her weight to from on elaborately combat booted basketball size cafe muscle to the other, to align herself askew with a tilt of her solid fetching jawline. Reaching over and strapping, what I thought were binoculars over my eyes, “No Wold, as in a meteorite which fell in Wold Newton, Yorkshire, England, on December 13, 1795” after a bit of fiddling the switches I found on their side, binoculars warmly activate with a peachy hum. “Which gave rise to an obscured piece of pulp fiction fandom, that plays around with ideas about fictional characters being secretly retold stories of real adventurers.” A rush of colors and hydrographic information filled my eyes, I was seeing the world based upon the about of water that exist within objects. Glancing over to the book was blank save for tiny dancing golden stars, The Giantess however, towering over me a now a swirling sea of turquoise, teal, and white poured at lightspeed into her skin, with the thickness and shape of a clear emerald old timey cola bottle now slightly larger than human scale, with faint flakes of tulip and melon pulsating at constellations filled with a zoo of tiny totem creatures, where her organs must be, as flares shoot off from the end points of her circulation. What was once and will soon again be her hand reaches over to my face, thousands of carnation and cream carrousels being patrolled by squadrons of invisible sea lions, swim up through her fingertips. She looked like one of the drawings in the manuscript, only brought into shock clarity. I thought to tell her, but I figured she must already know that. “He called it a supernova of genetic splendor”. Pulling the hydroculars off my face, with a genteel grimace, her ample right breast brushing against my raised up left knee for an ecstatic second, “Who is He? And where did you hear about this?” “Oh sorry, I did that classic male thing, and just spoke as if you could read my mind! He is Philip Jose Farmer, that writer I told you about before, he put forth the idea that the meteorite was radioactive and caused beneficial genetic mutations in those exposed to it. That is the fun in Farmer, he plays fast and loose with the facts working them into his fiction. It really could have been anything, ties in with The Golden Fleece, Holy Grail, Super Solider Serum, a oddball device so that heroes can be spawned from mortal men, gives the reader, the slimmest of chances that there might be a….” “Mustard Seed of Truth?” she completed the words for me, then added “Enringed, the news causes great excitement!” As my eye re-adjusts to the cold light of the room, I ask myself if I really needed to start talking about pulp fiction fandom, and related nonsense, along with rattling off way too much information to a kind girl that is just being sweet and listening, because your starting to date one another. The Professor, The Know it All, those are strong impulses in me, I think it is a direct result of feeling stupid in school, being labeled “learning disabled”, knowing that you are smart, but being treated like you have shit for brains, brings out the need to prove it, prove hard and fast. When you’re a larger man than average, it does not help either, people will just assume that if you are big, and my big I mean fat and tall, that you are also mentally retarded. Such is life, right, we all have our crosses to bear, even a Bear. But I am who I am and that stuff is important to me, the sabertooth is out of the bag. Pushing a series of thin sliver bracelet up her wrist, “Well, actually Sherlock was just his code name, No Holmes was real! Expect was really your ancestor, Dr. Joseph Bell, who hand picked Doyle when, he had worked for Bell as a clerk at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary.” “The E.R.I.?” making a joke, as if I was already familiar with so random war hospital, “Whoa, there sunshine, what are you talking about? huunnnnunun!” I said with my nervous laugh dancing up behind my words. “Why, would he do that? For what purpose?” pushing pass her, walking about over to the book again. “In order that to better hide the knowledge, of course!. If it were not for him and the wisdom he encoded in this book all would be lost! If this book fell into the hands of most people they would think it was perhaps a prop from a theatrical production, or the ravings of a nutjob at best. Probably the poor soul would just burn it for kindling.” The great burden of it all on her face, a afternoon shadow falling indoors onto hard wood floors. “ That is why you are here, Jason, it is all here in the book, ever wonder why you would even know about some hairbrained pastime like that Fig Newton, or whatever you called that Grail stone! To get you ready for this day, this moment everyday there are new entries on the blank pages, new diagrams, new recipes! He did something to the ink, so that it would appear bit by bit, as if it is a clock, the book is alive and has a time delay for information. So far I have figured out that much, and that when he is talking about smoke is does not mean smoke, he means the residue of activity all human activity, and maybe other forms of higher and lower life. It is too much to handle, We need you to work with me on recording it all down, interrupting it, figure out how to use it. .” Then The adventure suit, how to put it on, a work of art in itself, pulling the spine into proper alinement with cosmos, making it all As ABOVE so BELOW. Jason Robert Bell