Friday, December 05, 2008

CHAPTER 5

Found inscribed on the original Rubics Cube at the archaeological dig on Antares IV earlier this Spring, "ne pas te slt ne pas te sgr ne pas anting bt hrd tms @ Stlr Hgh n te Lssr Mglenic Cld"

The closest we could come to an interpretation was, "No one ever passed me the salt or sugar, it was only hard times at Stellar High, in the Lesser Magelenic Cloud". The assumption being that it was written about 16,000 years ago by Flick the Kleindingst, one of the least known transpangenic actors (circa 13,773 to 13,702) from the troupe le ouile school of acting.

Along with the cube was found a piece of Ridellian molecular memory paper that had no business being there. This artifact, a product of the late 23rd century, either had to be a plant or some form of inverted matter transmission. Several of the archeologists were puzzling over the what could be on it when one of them passed the slip of mempap across a candle flame as if looking for a message written in disappearing ink.

“Look,” exclaimed the senior member, “there’s something strange going on. The surface is changing hues, cycling between a dark blue and a light black. And there are sparkles of glitter shooting off the page! I feel like I’m falling into a deep dark tunnel. My vision is becoming clouded and my hearing is becoming acute. Everything is blurring as I turn my head around. Ttiiiiiimme sseeemmmsss toooo bbbbeeeeeee ssssssssssllllllllllllooooooooowwwwwwwwiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg ddddddoooooooowwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnn mmmmmyyyyyyyy ffffeeeeetttt aaaarrrreeee llllliiiikkkkeeee llllleeeeaaaadddddd……… “

SSSSNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPP

AAAaaaahhhhhhh!!! Much better. What at first glance looked like a point singularity was really just a different point of view. Kind of like looking through a glass darkly versus looking darkly through a glass. And whether the glass is half full or only half empty of any particular meaning as we bring this ramble to a close the door when you go out this evening to see the sights of Copernicus Prime under the stars that seem to shine with a strange intensity, sparkling first into the blue then fading toward black holes can really stretch you out. Wheeew, that was close.

“Hey, Scorpion old buddy, can you reach into this loop and turn it off?”

Talk about being in a deep freeze, last week we were on a mining tug, working in a simulator, then doing acceptance trials for a new dreadnaught. And during all this activity we were eating meals catered by the Rising Sun Chop House. They specialize in mouth watering morsels from all over the galaxy. Of course, some of the delicacies we ate were somewhat of a gastronomical surprise.

“Scorp, are you there???” Ohhhhhh yesss, I just needed to turn my head to the right a little and I find you sitting at the command console talking to the navigator, petty officer Flurb. Wow, that was a really potent dhable we had for breakfast.

So, Commander "Scorpion"... I mean, Commander "I told you not to call me Sir" Speaker ((Sir-sic) really sick),

“Well lookit that”, intoned Commander Speaker, “Captain Hotshot (make mine a Rainier) Dolan has finally re-attached himself to reality. Hey Mikey ! Is this one of your "gotcha's" ?

1 Comments:

Blogger Don and Diane said...

Gazooks! Me thinks I've been gotcha'd!

12:08 AM  

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