The Return of The JUNEBUG

Jeireseth McLean
The Return of The JUNBUG


It was the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires. It almost resembled a human with a web of red and blue wires that resembled veins. I saw a surge of blue electricity run through the object, suddenly it began to breathe.
“How the fuck is a robot breathin’?”
In a voice similar top that of my Great-Uncle June I heard,
“What the hell you just say!”
I’d started for the door when I saw my uncles ashes partially scattered along the floor, Could this be? Had Janette finally succeeded? Had she finally raised the dead? As I sat there in amazement the humanoid robot began to walk towards me, my body’s impulse was for me to flee but something in my heart freed me to stand still. The robot made no hasty movement as if attempting to comfort me, then it began to speak again.
“Come here boy.” said the robot.
I couldn’t I was struck.
“Whatcha scared of I said COME HERE!”
In that moment I realized it was Uncle June but, how? Why?
“I…I’m scared” I responded nervously.
“Of what, Nigga I SAID COME HERE!” again demanded Uncle June.
I walked towards what I believed to be the imposter of a robot. He grabbed my arm and I felt a tingle. He began to generate skin all over his body, when he removed his hand and I felt a small burn on my wrist. I closed my eyes through the ordeal, when I opened them there he was my Great-Uncle June at age 17.