Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Bopdiddydum diddydum dum duum um ... uhm ...
Looking up from the array of console displays Com. Scorpion beams a familiar smile to Cap'n Hotshot. Releasing the manual flight controls Com. Scorpion rubs his eyes and asks, "Are we there yet?"
Focusing on the visual forward monitor he realizes that they are already docked. Exclaimingly [sic] he mutters "Never mind".
As he watches concern write itself all over the face of Cap'n Hotshot he merely waves his hand and mumbles, "I've done it so many times I can quite literally do it in my sleep".
Hoping that the explanation will be accepted, he quite obviously tries to act very confident and professional. As he rises to leave, the pile of sunflower seeds on his lap spills. Automatically he jumps to catch them, thereby knocking over the snifter of brandy next to the thruster controls. Again, reactingly [sic] he jumps to catch the tumbling snifter and ... bumps the thrusters forward as the contents of the snifter flood into the navigational over-ride system. Cap'n Hotshot watches in amusement as the ship lurches sideways in the docking bay. Com. Scorpion quickly reaches forward and slams his fist on a big red mushroom button. A booming sound follows:
"END OF SIMULATION".
Cap'n Hotshot struggles valiantly to keep from breaking into a gut splitting laugh fest.
Com. Scorpion angrily exclaims, "Danged simulation! Its flawed!" Com. Scorpion spins on his heel and stumbles sleepily toward the door, ... the simulated door ... as a distant sound quietly steals into his consciousness Scorpion stops and seems to be listening intently. Unknown to Cap'n Hotshot, Scorpion's head is buzzing with noisy , unconnected thought fragments. Scorper continues trying to filter the dim distant sound from the surrounding internal clutter. A look of realization suddenly appears on Scorp's face. He turns to face Cap'n Hotshot and says, ... uuummm ....
... Hotshot ?
... Is that you ???
While waiting for the apparent apparition of Cap'n Hotshot to respond, he pulls his cue stick from the sheath hung on his belt. Affectionately polishing the fine wood, Commander Scorpion closes his eyes and seems to lapse ....
back into ...
"Hotshot?"
"Can you hear me?"
"Please help me!"
"I'm trapped within a simulation that simulates another simulation, which is within a simulation that simulates the first!"
"Cap'n? Are you real?"
zzzrrrbbtt ! Bzzzztherk! ... Mikey?!!!! ... frrzzzzbbrrzzt
... SNAP !
Bopdiddydum diddydum dum duum um ... uhm ...
Looking up from the array of console displays Com. Scorpion beams a familiar smile to Cap'n Hotshot. Releasing the manual flight controls Com. Scorpion rubs his eyes and asks, "Are we there yet?"
Focusing on the visual forward monitor he realizes that they are already docked. Exclaimingly [sic] he mutters "Never mind".
As he watches concern write itself all over the face of Cap'n Hotshot he merely waves his hand and mumbles, "I've done it so many times I can quite literally do it in my sleep".
Hoping that the explanation will be accepted, he quite obviously tries to act very confident and professional. As he rises to leave, the pile of sunflower seeds on his lap spills. Automatically he jumps to catch them, thereby knocking over the snifter of brandy next to the thruster controls. Again, reactingly [sic] he jumps to catch the tumbling snifter and ... bumps the thrusters forward as the contents of the snifter flood into the navigational over-ride system. Cap'n Hotshot watches in amusement as the ship lurches sideways in the docking bay. Com. Scorpion quickly reaches forward and slams his fist on a big red mushroom button. A booming sound follows:
"END OF SIMULATION".
Cap'n Hotshot struggles valiantly to keep from breaking into a gut splitting laugh fest.
Com. Scorpion angrily exclaims, "Danged simulation! Its flawed!" Com. Scorpion spins on his heel and stumbles sleepily toward the door, ... the simulated door ... as a distant sound quietly steals into his consciousness Scorpion stops and seems to be listening intently. Unknown to Cap'n Hotshot, Scorpion's head is buzzing with noisy , unconnected thought fragments. Scorper continues trying to filter the dim distant sound from the surrounding internal clutter. A look of realization suddenly appears on Scorp's face. He turns to face Cap'n Hotshot and says, ... uuummm ....
... Hotshot ?
... Is that you ???
While waiting for the apparent apparition of Cap'n Hotshot to respond, he pulls his cue stick from the sheath hung on his belt. Affectionately polishing the fine wood, Commander Scorpion closes his eyes and seems to lapse ....
back into ...
"Hotshot?"
"Can you hear me?"
"Please help me!"
"I'm trapped within a simulation that simulates another simulation, which is within a simulation that simulates the first!"
"Cap'n? Are you real?"
... SNAP !
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