Andromcgriddle II
(continued)
Tyr finally stopped running after the other Nietzscheans, and leaned forward with his hands on his knees, panting. The cloaked Rev Bem appeared beside him.
“What is this all about?” he growled.
Tyr looked up and then jumped back, startled. Despite Rev Bem's kind and enlightened heart, no one ever got used to his exterior. He was a frightening-looking creature.
Try recovered himself, then set his jaw and said nothing.
“Double-crossed while double-crossing, eh?” Rev surmised. “Your spirit will never be free as long as you follow THAT path… and as long as you associate with those things.”
Tyr angrily raised himself to his full height. “Are you calling my brethren THINGS?” he demanded.
“No. Those things.” Rev pointed to several of the small, paper-wrapped packages clustered in a corner. They were emblazoned with numerous tiny double-arches.
Tyr inhaled sharply, catching the aroma, then placed his head in his hands.
Captain Dylan Hunt ran through the ship, stopping every few meters to pose intimidatingly. He ran down a gun-metal hallway, then stopped, and placed a hand on his gun. He ran further, then climbed up a ladder. Once on the next floor, he stood with his hands on his hips, and raised an eyebrow. Spying another small package, he whipped out his lazer gun and pointed it. When the package did not react, he tried the one-hand-on hip pose, with a sexy yet manly lip twitch. The package was similarly unimpressed. Perhaps he needed to fix his hair.
Trance Gemini, purple, be-tailed, and unassuming was sitting cross-legged in her quarters. She was staring straight ahead. One of her wallscreens flicked on, and the gigantic but neatly attractive head of Andromeda, the anthropomorphized version of the ship, filled the screen.
“Trance, what are you doing?”
Trance turned, smiling slightly. Andromeda could then see that Trance had been sitting across from one of those bewitching things, UNWRAPPED.
“Trance Gemini, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Trance turned to stare again at the object, her back to the wall. So, Andromeda flicked to another wallscreen to watch Gemini staring intently.
“Trance…”
“I’m communicating with it,” Trance suddenly said perkily. “I really think that we can work out some sort of truce. They must be kind and reasonable beings, like us.”
“I’m not entirely certain they’re beings at all! My sensors are reading egg - the early offspring of an Earth animal, cheese - the spoiled lactation of certain mammalian creatures, bacon - the flesh of another Earth animal, and two slabs of a soft and syrupy substance which I don’t recognize. There’s nothing to suggest that they’re even sentient.”
“I just know that they are,” Trance answered dreamily, staring deep into the bacon.
…to be continued…
Tyr finally stopped running after the other Nietzscheans, and leaned forward with his hands on his knees, panting. The cloaked Rev Bem appeared beside him.
“What is this all about?” he growled.
Tyr looked up and then jumped back, startled. Despite Rev Bem's kind and enlightened heart, no one ever got used to his exterior. He was a frightening-looking creature.
Try recovered himself, then set his jaw and said nothing.
“Double-crossed while double-crossing, eh?” Rev surmised. “Your spirit will never be free as long as you follow THAT path… and as long as you associate with those things.”
Tyr angrily raised himself to his full height. “Are you calling my brethren THINGS?” he demanded.
“No. Those things.” Rev pointed to several of the small, paper-wrapped packages clustered in a corner. They were emblazoned with numerous tiny double-arches.
Tyr inhaled sharply, catching the aroma, then placed his head in his hands.
Captain Dylan Hunt ran through the ship, stopping every few meters to pose intimidatingly. He ran down a gun-metal hallway, then stopped, and placed a hand on his gun. He ran further, then climbed up a ladder. Once on the next floor, he stood with his hands on his hips, and raised an eyebrow. Spying another small package, he whipped out his lazer gun and pointed it. When the package did not react, he tried the one-hand-on hip pose, with a sexy yet manly lip twitch. The package was similarly unimpressed. Perhaps he needed to fix his hair.
Trance Gemini, purple, be-tailed, and unassuming was sitting cross-legged in her quarters. She was staring straight ahead. One of her wallscreens flicked on, and the gigantic but neatly attractive head of Andromeda, the anthropomorphized version of the ship, filled the screen.
“Trance, what are you doing?”
Trance turned, smiling slightly. Andromeda could then see that Trance had been sitting across from one of those bewitching things, UNWRAPPED.
“Trance Gemini, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
Trance turned to stare again at the object, her back to the wall. So, Andromeda flicked to another wallscreen to watch Gemini staring intently.
“Trance…”
“I’m communicating with it,” Trance suddenly said perkily. “I really think that we can work out some sort of truce. They must be kind and reasonable beings, like us.”
“I’m not entirely certain they’re beings at all! My sensors are reading egg - the early offspring of an Earth animal, cheese - the spoiled lactation of certain mammalian creatures, bacon - the flesh of another Earth animal, and two slabs of a soft and syrupy substance which I don’t recognize. There’s nothing to suggest that they’re even sentient.”
“I just know that they are,” Trance answered dreamily, staring deep into the bacon.
…to be continued…