Because I need the practice
Here's a wholly unoriginal, fairly unfinished, ripoff of tribute to, Douglas Adams.
It's about 3000 words, a little less.
You'll want to take the time to read it all, if you read it at all.
That'll make it easier. I think.
Anyway, here it is
“Open the door.”
“Opening the door, captain.”
He waited.
Nothing happened.
“I thought I said to open the door.”
“It didn’t seem like a very good idea.”
“Oh. Why-”
At that point most of the speakers were vaporized.
Right. Perhaps we should rewind this one a bit. That was, I believe, the end of the story. Ok, here we go.
High up in the sky of that little planet we happen to call Earth, on any given night, one can see a great deal of little tiny specs of light, now almost universally know as stars. These stars shimmer and twinkle and do all kinds of starry things pretty much every night.
So most people don’t really look at them any more, though the occasional avid amateur astronomer had been to known to study them for some time, finally announcing some great break through, such as the discovery of a new constellation, at which point he is promptly ignored by the general public.
One such astronomer is, or rather was, as we shall see later, a fellow named Davo Davenworth. He was particular fond of looking at the stars, having a mostly boring life any where near the ground. To this end, he could often be found training a powerful (Some say too powerful) telescope upon the sky, night after night.
After many nights of silent observing, Davo was confident that he’d discovered a new constellation. (Though as some rather bright people would soon point out, rightly, that constellations are never discovered, per say, they’re only just made up by the over active imaginations of people who stare at the sky night after night.)
He reported this finding to his local observatory, which was wholly uninterested. They pointed out that constellations are never discovered, per say, they’re only just made up by the over active imaginations of people who stare at the sky night after night.
“Bugger” said Davo.
He was rather fond of his constellation. He called it “Davo’s cat”, for the reason that it looked, if you squinted, in the right light, almost completely unlike Davo’s cat. Davo did not, in fact, even have a cat. This is why he named the constellation “Davo’s cat”.
Disappointed, but not disillusioned, by the fact that the observatory refused to accept his constellation, Davo phoned a friend of his, who also happened to like astronomy rather a bit too much.
“Listen,” said Dave, “I’ve discovered a constellation.”
“You can’t discover a constellation,” said his friend, “It’s all ready there. Now don’t bug me any more. I think I’ve found a new asteroid. It’s shaped rather like a pear.”
Davo hung up. He had no need of pear-shaped asteroid watchers as friends anyway.
Sullen, he went back to his back yard telescope, resolving never to tell any one anything he saw in the sky again.
This was about the point that an asteroid hit the earth and destroyed most of it. It was, many, many, many years later, discovered not to have been shaped slightly like a pear, despite the shape of the asteroid which all telescopes were pointed to at the time, which all the earth scientists had called ‘the big one’.
This one just sort of snuck up on them, which was a rather unfair and unsporting thing for an asteroid to do. But that’s life. (It so happened that this particular asteroid had been feeling a might bit under the weather recently, which is not all that surprising for a giant hunk of ice and alien metals wandering around the galaxy, so it decided to just screw the universe, nuts to Kepler, and smack right into the nearest planet.)
However the reasons, it did happen, and that’s when our story picks up a bit, and gets rather interesting, rather that being about silly astronomers with silly names like ‘Davo’.
Our story picks up right here: The Paranoid6 Space Bar. A rather odd name for an establishment, but this was a rather odd establishment. It was odd because it’s customers where odd. The decor was fairly normal.
In this particular odd little space bar, in this particular odd little sector of space, which used to contain an odd little planet called Earth until a disgruntled comet took a rather good chunk out of it, sat two particularly odd little men.
The names of these men are Johnk and Hervix. This isn’t important right yet, but it will be.
On this not so odd little day, Johnk and Hervik were sitting at their usual table, drinking their usual drinks, and having their usual all around good time.
On this particular occasion, they’d spotted a pair of Salathian twins a few tables down from theirs and were trying to grab their attention. This usually involved a great deal of rude noises and excessive beating on the tables when ever one of the twins looked their way. If both twins happened to look their way, they would often involve feet banging on the table as well.
This happened rather a lot, since Salathain twins were almost always joined at the neck. Thus Jonhk and Hervik were having a good time of making rude noises and banging their hands and feet, and sometimes even their heads on the table.
That was, until they heard a quite loud shout from outside.
“This… is the Galactic Space Police… No one move… we have your building surrounded,” boomed a deep and ominous sounding voice (deep and ominous because it was programmed to be, which made it even more deep and ominous).
This was not a great shock to most of the clients of the Paranoid6 Space Bar, but it did rather worry Johnk and Hervix, as they were currently wanted by the GSP in about 12 different sectors, which is a rather large number of sectors, and not an all together good way not to piss off what is well know as the most brutal of police forces in much of the galaxy.
Having considered all the possible outcomes of this situation in about .963 seconds (there was really only one possible outcome, and that was that the GSP had come to hurt and probably kill them in some rather nasty ways), Hervix quickly paid their bill while Johnk quickly placed a small thermo-nuclear device that would incinerate most of the clientele of the building, and in fact most of the building and the people around it as well. Not a particularly nice thing to do to ones friends, but keeping friends for a long time in this place was generally considered a sign of weakness, and besides, Jonhk and Hervix weren’t particularly nice people.
Or rather, they were having a rough day.
This is about the bit where we started way back at the beginning of the book. Since we all ready know pretty much what happens, let’s skip ahead a bit.
Flying away from the remains of The Paranoid6 (which was later rebuilt, albeit as The Paranoid5), Hervix, who was piloting the ship, noted that they did not, in fact, know where they were going.
“Jonhk,” he said rather sullenly, “we don’t really know where we’re going, do we?”
“No,” replied Jonhk heavily, “we don’t. Keep flying.”
It should be noted that they were both in a somewhere bad mood, since they had both been quite close to picking up the pair of quite good looking Salathian twins before they had been forced to vaporize them.
It should also be noted that flying in space is a rather long and boring journey, and as such we shall move on to a more exciting bit, to give these two characters some time to travel and get a bit drunker, which will make things all the more interesting later.
Chapter 2
The Supreme-Super Chief of the Galactic Space Police slammed down his phone angrily. He was an angry man, and he was particular angry now. This meant all of his staff were too afraid to come to his door, much less bring him his cup of daily Gring-root tea, which made him even angrier. It was, as they say, a visious cycle.
The reason he was particularly angry now was because the two smugglers that he’d been chasing for months had given his men the slip yet again, and were headed off to parts unknown, presumably to cause more trouble and do more smuggling, which was what they did best. Or so he was told. He never got directly involved in these things, except to get mad at them a great deal of the time.
He picked the phone up again, only to discover that it had violent broken into several pieces when he’d slammed it down.
So he did what he always did when his phone was broken (which was quite often lately). He shouted. When he shouted, it meant things were about to go from bad to worse.
Outside his office, several people looked up as their coffee cups rattled off their desks and shattered spectacularly on the floor. Several tiny robots quickly cleaned them up, leaving the people to look towards the source of this violent disturbance. One of these people was Lt. L P Lprisa. He did not need to look towards anything to know the source of his sudden loss of caffeine. He all ready knew.
He knew that he’d lost more men, that the two smugglers they’d been chasing had escaped again, and that Supreme-Super Chief Oggsworth once again did not have his Gring-root tea.
In fact, he said all these things under his breath just before the SSC said them.
“That’s the third squad we’ve lost his month!” bellowed the Chief.
“I’ve seen better performance from trained squirrels!” he roared.
“Someone bring me my tea!” he positively thundered.
A meek looking secretary quickly rushed in to bring him his tea. She quickly rushed back out, before the Chief had time to thank her. Once he began to shout, it took quite a long time to calm him down.
LT Lprisa said nothing, but inwardly strengthened his resolve to catch these two maniacs, and thus perhaps insure his over due promotion.
Unseen forces of the universe, however, had other plans.
In fact, these unseen forces were out to lunch at this very moment with Logic and Reason, their tradition rivals, at the Phantasm Extra-Dimensional Bar and Grill. (In the world of unseen forces, a Bar and Grill is not what you think it is. It’s actually a hallowed and highly respected place, much like a courtroom. You can, however, get a wicked pepper steak on the right nights.)
These great forces were, at this very moment, arguing over the definition of ‘fate’. Logic and Reason were resolutely sticking to their position that they control the movement of all the important people and things in the universe, and the Unseen Forces were arguing that they out to have some say in this, by tossing around powers like fate, guilt, and the ability of egg sandwiches to make people unconsciously friendly towards everyone they saw. Logic and Reason argued that egg sandwiches ought to have little, if any thing, to do with the important decisions that people have to make. The Unseen Forces countered that making people happy never hurt any one, and Logic and Reason rebutted that it didn’t matter, it was the principal of the thing.
In any case, they’d all had a bit too much to drink, and being rather involved in this argument, it was clear that they’d be here for some time.
A few smart people realized this, and had a bit of a ball of it all. But most people simply went on with their lives as they were, assuming that the rules of the universe were much as they were any other day. One of these people was Lt. Lprisa. He was a person who counted on Logic and Reason quite heavily in his day in order to do his job.
Today would not be a good day for him.
As he piloted his HMC Ultra-Cruiser 1.6 patrol vessel out into the vast regions of space towards the (former) location of the Parananoid6 Space Bar (Soon to be the Paranoid5 Space bar, as soon as the nano-builder bots were dispatched to rebuild the place (and it’s inhabitants) from the wreckage of the last one), he rubbed his eye wearily. This of course, left him momentarily blind, and he nearly hit a Sport-o-tastic 6 000 000 ultra light weight Sub-galaxian travel pod. They were the sorts of vessels that people with exorbitant amounts of money as well as mild unconscious death wishes often traveled. Lt. Lprisa could have chased him down and fined him for exceeded the posted speed of light in this sector, but he was on a more important mission.
Or so he told himself. Really, he knew, these two smugglers were rather petty characters in the scheme of things. There was really a whole ring of smugglers, and these two were pretty much as near the bottom as one could be without actually falling out entirely. His superiors had informed him that catching these two was ‘of the utmost important’ but Lprisa knew that it was really just to get him out of their hair while they went after bigger fish.
Lprisa had bigger plans than that. He was contemplating a sort of vigilante mission, catching these two, and then working his way up the ladder to bring down the whole ring. That would ensure his promotion, after which he could finally look towards retiring in a somewhat semi-decent manner.
He sighed and rubbed his eye again, being careful to set the autopilot this time, and reminded himself that he was a sworn officer and upholder of galactic law, to protect, serve and obey, blah, blah, blah.
He switched the computer over to full computer control, and went into the back to take a nap.
Meanwhile, Herkix and Johnk were headed on a course that was, coincidentally, exactly parallel to Lt. Lprisa’s course, except that they were three light-days apart. So none of them were aware of the fact, it was simply another random coincidence.
That is, of course, it would have been had certain Unseen forces not decided to have a little fun. We will remember, of course, that these Unseen forces had been out to lunch with Logic and Reason. Now, however, they had beaten them quite soundly, and Logic and Reason had slunk off to a corner somewhere to plan their attack. The Unseen forces were free to have a bit of fun.
And a few more drinks.
Which is exactly what they did.
And then they stumbled across two ships hurling through the void, exactly parallel to each other.
And they gave them a little nudge, towards each other. Now the ships were curving on just a slight parabola, towards each other. And in another seemingly meaningless coincidence, they were both set to converge on each other just after a large magnetic storm, by which they would pass by harmlessly, but which would render their sensors almost completely useless.
Now, hold on a second, you say. This is all rather convenient, isn’t it? I mean, it’s fairly obvious what’s going to happen here. There’s no element of suspense.
Or is there?
On a planet far away from all these happenings lived a man name Quadload-o-fitz Fragglebrge. This was not his real name. Rather, it was the name that the other people in his village called him. They were the two words most commonly heard out of his mouth. So they called him this. His wife called him Rob, but she was the only one.
The reason that he only said these two words, or rather, said them so frequently that that was essentially all anyone heard him say, was because he had long ago realized that language was dead. He had, unfortunately, driven himself mad coming to this, and many other, conclusions, and thus most of his thoughts and ideas were largely incommunicable to most of the world.
In any case, he was a rather smart fellow, before the whole going mad bit anyway. He was one of the few people in the universe who understood a) The connection of all living things through space and time and their connection to the forces that shaped their lives, and the fact that they could control them, but simply chose not to, and b) The real way that mail order CD clubs worked (it’s really quite simple when you think about it, involving mass hypnosis and some slightly tricky, but not too bad, trigonometry calculations. But that’s another story.)
We are concerned with, at the moment, his first bit of knowledge, for it will shape our story in several important ways.
At the moment, are pondering several things. Firstly, what will happen to Lt. Lprisa and the smugglers, Johnk and Hervix? Second, what will Reason and Logic do in counter attack to the Unseen Forces? And third, what ever happened to this Davo character? Was he really blown up when the earth was destroyed? And what, exactly, is with the story about the rotten comet?
Find out next time…
Copyright me, 2003/2004 :P
It's about 3000 words, a little less.
You'll want to take the time to read it all, if you read it at all.
That'll make it easier. I think.
Anyway, here it is
“Open the door.”
“Opening the door, captain.”
He waited.
Nothing happened.
“I thought I said to open the door.”
“It didn’t seem like a very good idea.”
“Oh. Why-”
At that point most of the speakers were vaporized.
Right. Perhaps we should rewind this one a bit. That was, I believe, the end of the story. Ok, here we go.
High up in the sky of that little planet we happen to call Earth, on any given night, one can see a great deal of little tiny specs of light, now almost universally know as stars. These stars shimmer and twinkle and do all kinds of starry things pretty much every night.
So most people don’t really look at them any more, though the occasional avid amateur astronomer had been to known to study them for some time, finally announcing some great break through, such as the discovery of a new constellation, at which point he is promptly ignored by the general public.
One such astronomer is, or rather was, as we shall see later, a fellow named Davo Davenworth. He was particular fond of looking at the stars, having a mostly boring life any where near the ground. To this end, he could often be found training a powerful (Some say too powerful) telescope upon the sky, night after night.
After many nights of silent observing, Davo was confident that he’d discovered a new constellation. (Though as some rather bright people would soon point out, rightly, that constellations are never discovered, per say, they’re only just made up by the over active imaginations of people who stare at the sky night after night.)
He reported this finding to his local observatory, which was wholly uninterested. They pointed out that constellations are never discovered, per say, they’re only just made up by the over active imaginations of people who stare at the sky night after night.
“Bugger” said Davo.
He was rather fond of his constellation. He called it “Davo’s cat”, for the reason that it looked, if you squinted, in the right light, almost completely unlike Davo’s cat. Davo did not, in fact, even have a cat. This is why he named the constellation “Davo’s cat”.
Disappointed, but not disillusioned, by the fact that the observatory refused to accept his constellation, Davo phoned a friend of his, who also happened to like astronomy rather a bit too much.
“Listen,” said Dave, “I’ve discovered a constellation.”
“You can’t discover a constellation,” said his friend, “It’s all ready there. Now don’t bug me any more. I think I’ve found a new asteroid. It’s shaped rather like a pear.”
Davo hung up. He had no need of pear-shaped asteroid watchers as friends anyway.
Sullen, he went back to his back yard telescope, resolving never to tell any one anything he saw in the sky again.
This was about the point that an asteroid hit the earth and destroyed most of it. It was, many, many, many years later, discovered not to have been shaped slightly like a pear, despite the shape of the asteroid which all telescopes were pointed to at the time, which all the earth scientists had called ‘the big one’.
This one just sort of snuck up on them, which was a rather unfair and unsporting thing for an asteroid to do. But that’s life. (It so happened that this particular asteroid had been feeling a might bit under the weather recently, which is not all that surprising for a giant hunk of ice and alien metals wandering around the galaxy, so it decided to just screw the universe, nuts to Kepler, and smack right into the nearest planet.)
However the reasons, it did happen, and that’s when our story picks up a bit, and gets rather interesting, rather that being about silly astronomers with silly names like ‘Davo’.
Our story picks up right here: The Paranoid6 Space Bar. A rather odd name for an establishment, but this was a rather odd establishment. It was odd because it’s customers where odd. The decor was fairly normal.
In this particular odd little space bar, in this particular odd little sector of space, which used to contain an odd little planet called Earth until a disgruntled comet took a rather good chunk out of it, sat two particularly odd little men.
The names of these men are Johnk and Hervix. This isn’t important right yet, but it will be.
On this not so odd little day, Johnk and Hervik were sitting at their usual table, drinking their usual drinks, and having their usual all around good time.
On this particular occasion, they’d spotted a pair of Salathian twins a few tables down from theirs and were trying to grab their attention. This usually involved a great deal of rude noises and excessive beating on the tables when ever one of the twins looked their way. If both twins happened to look their way, they would often involve feet banging on the table as well.
This happened rather a lot, since Salathain twins were almost always joined at the neck. Thus Jonhk and Hervik were having a good time of making rude noises and banging their hands and feet, and sometimes even their heads on the table.
That was, until they heard a quite loud shout from outside.
“This… is the Galactic Space Police… No one move… we have your building surrounded,” boomed a deep and ominous sounding voice (deep and ominous because it was programmed to be, which made it even more deep and ominous).
This was not a great shock to most of the clients of the Paranoid6 Space Bar, but it did rather worry Johnk and Hervix, as they were currently wanted by the GSP in about 12 different sectors, which is a rather large number of sectors, and not an all together good way not to piss off what is well know as the most brutal of police forces in much of the galaxy.
Having considered all the possible outcomes of this situation in about .963 seconds (there was really only one possible outcome, and that was that the GSP had come to hurt and probably kill them in some rather nasty ways), Hervix quickly paid their bill while Johnk quickly placed a small thermo-nuclear device that would incinerate most of the clientele of the building, and in fact most of the building and the people around it as well. Not a particularly nice thing to do to ones friends, but keeping friends for a long time in this place was generally considered a sign of weakness, and besides, Jonhk and Hervix weren’t particularly nice people.
Or rather, they were having a rough day.
This is about the bit where we started way back at the beginning of the book. Since we all ready know pretty much what happens, let’s skip ahead a bit.
Flying away from the remains of The Paranoid6 (which was later rebuilt, albeit as The Paranoid5), Hervix, who was piloting the ship, noted that they did not, in fact, know where they were going.
“Jonhk,” he said rather sullenly, “we don’t really know where we’re going, do we?”
“No,” replied Jonhk heavily, “we don’t. Keep flying.”
It should be noted that they were both in a somewhere bad mood, since they had both been quite close to picking up the pair of quite good looking Salathian twins before they had been forced to vaporize them.
It should also be noted that flying in space is a rather long and boring journey, and as such we shall move on to a more exciting bit, to give these two characters some time to travel and get a bit drunker, which will make things all the more interesting later.
Chapter 2
The Supreme-Super Chief of the Galactic Space Police slammed down his phone angrily. He was an angry man, and he was particular angry now. This meant all of his staff were too afraid to come to his door, much less bring him his cup of daily Gring-root tea, which made him even angrier. It was, as they say, a visious cycle.
The reason he was particularly angry now was because the two smugglers that he’d been chasing for months had given his men the slip yet again, and were headed off to parts unknown, presumably to cause more trouble and do more smuggling, which was what they did best. Or so he was told. He never got directly involved in these things, except to get mad at them a great deal of the time.
He picked the phone up again, only to discover that it had violent broken into several pieces when he’d slammed it down.
So he did what he always did when his phone was broken (which was quite often lately). He shouted. When he shouted, it meant things were about to go from bad to worse.
Outside his office, several people looked up as their coffee cups rattled off their desks and shattered spectacularly on the floor. Several tiny robots quickly cleaned them up, leaving the people to look towards the source of this violent disturbance. One of these people was Lt. L P Lprisa. He did not need to look towards anything to know the source of his sudden loss of caffeine. He all ready knew.
He knew that he’d lost more men, that the two smugglers they’d been chasing had escaped again, and that Supreme-Super Chief Oggsworth once again did not have his Gring-root tea.
In fact, he said all these things under his breath just before the SSC said them.
“That’s the third squad we’ve lost his month!” bellowed the Chief.
“I’ve seen better performance from trained squirrels!” he roared.
“Someone bring me my tea!” he positively thundered.
A meek looking secretary quickly rushed in to bring him his tea. She quickly rushed back out, before the Chief had time to thank her. Once he began to shout, it took quite a long time to calm him down.
LT Lprisa said nothing, but inwardly strengthened his resolve to catch these two maniacs, and thus perhaps insure his over due promotion.
Unseen forces of the universe, however, had other plans.
In fact, these unseen forces were out to lunch at this very moment with Logic and Reason, their tradition rivals, at the Phantasm Extra-Dimensional Bar and Grill. (In the world of unseen forces, a Bar and Grill is not what you think it is. It’s actually a hallowed and highly respected place, much like a courtroom. You can, however, get a wicked pepper steak on the right nights.)
These great forces were, at this very moment, arguing over the definition of ‘fate’. Logic and Reason were resolutely sticking to their position that they control the movement of all the important people and things in the universe, and the Unseen Forces were arguing that they out to have some say in this, by tossing around powers like fate, guilt, and the ability of egg sandwiches to make people unconsciously friendly towards everyone they saw. Logic and Reason argued that egg sandwiches ought to have little, if any thing, to do with the important decisions that people have to make. The Unseen Forces countered that making people happy never hurt any one, and Logic and Reason rebutted that it didn’t matter, it was the principal of the thing.
In any case, they’d all had a bit too much to drink, and being rather involved in this argument, it was clear that they’d be here for some time.
A few smart people realized this, and had a bit of a ball of it all. But most people simply went on with their lives as they were, assuming that the rules of the universe were much as they were any other day. One of these people was Lt. Lprisa. He was a person who counted on Logic and Reason quite heavily in his day in order to do his job.
Today would not be a good day for him.
As he piloted his HMC Ultra-Cruiser 1.6 patrol vessel out into the vast regions of space towards the (former) location of the Parananoid6 Space Bar (Soon to be the Paranoid5 Space bar, as soon as the nano-builder bots were dispatched to rebuild the place (and it’s inhabitants) from the wreckage of the last one), he rubbed his eye wearily. This of course, left him momentarily blind, and he nearly hit a Sport-o-tastic 6 000 000 ultra light weight Sub-galaxian travel pod. They were the sorts of vessels that people with exorbitant amounts of money as well as mild unconscious death wishes often traveled. Lt. Lprisa could have chased him down and fined him for exceeded the posted speed of light in this sector, but he was on a more important mission.
Or so he told himself. Really, he knew, these two smugglers were rather petty characters in the scheme of things. There was really a whole ring of smugglers, and these two were pretty much as near the bottom as one could be without actually falling out entirely. His superiors had informed him that catching these two was ‘of the utmost important’ but Lprisa knew that it was really just to get him out of their hair while they went after bigger fish.
Lprisa had bigger plans than that. He was contemplating a sort of vigilante mission, catching these two, and then working his way up the ladder to bring down the whole ring. That would ensure his promotion, after which he could finally look towards retiring in a somewhat semi-decent manner.
He sighed and rubbed his eye again, being careful to set the autopilot this time, and reminded himself that he was a sworn officer and upholder of galactic law, to protect, serve and obey, blah, blah, blah.
He switched the computer over to full computer control, and went into the back to take a nap.
Meanwhile, Herkix and Johnk were headed on a course that was, coincidentally, exactly parallel to Lt. Lprisa’s course, except that they were three light-days apart. So none of them were aware of the fact, it was simply another random coincidence.
That is, of course, it would have been had certain Unseen forces not decided to have a little fun. We will remember, of course, that these Unseen forces had been out to lunch with Logic and Reason. Now, however, they had beaten them quite soundly, and Logic and Reason had slunk off to a corner somewhere to plan their attack. The Unseen forces were free to have a bit of fun.
And a few more drinks.
Which is exactly what they did.
And then they stumbled across two ships hurling through the void, exactly parallel to each other.
And they gave them a little nudge, towards each other. Now the ships were curving on just a slight parabola, towards each other. And in another seemingly meaningless coincidence, they were both set to converge on each other just after a large magnetic storm, by which they would pass by harmlessly, but which would render their sensors almost completely useless.
Now, hold on a second, you say. This is all rather convenient, isn’t it? I mean, it’s fairly obvious what’s going to happen here. There’s no element of suspense.
Or is there?
On a planet far away from all these happenings lived a man name Quadload-o-fitz Fragglebrge. This was not his real name. Rather, it was the name that the other people in his village called him. They were the two words most commonly heard out of his mouth. So they called him this. His wife called him Rob, but she was the only one.
The reason that he only said these two words, or rather, said them so frequently that that was essentially all anyone heard him say, was because he had long ago realized that language was dead. He had, unfortunately, driven himself mad coming to this, and many other, conclusions, and thus most of his thoughts and ideas were largely incommunicable to most of the world.
In any case, he was a rather smart fellow, before the whole going mad bit anyway. He was one of the few people in the universe who understood a) The connection of all living things through space and time and their connection to the forces that shaped their lives, and the fact that they could control them, but simply chose not to, and b) The real way that mail order CD clubs worked (it’s really quite simple when you think about it, involving mass hypnosis and some slightly tricky, but not too bad, trigonometry calculations. But that’s another story.)
We are concerned with, at the moment, his first bit of knowledge, for it will shape our story in several important ways.
At the moment, are pondering several things. Firstly, what will happen to Lt. Lprisa and the smugglers, Johnk and Hervix? Second, what will Reason and Logic do in counter attack to the Unseen Forces? And third, what ever happened to this Davo character? Was he really blown up when the earth was destroyed? And what, exactly, is with the story about the rotten comet?
Find out next time…
Copyright me, 2003/2004 :P