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Technobabble
and Tutus
The rebels had established their base on a neglected space
station orbiting a red dwarf star.
According to the Great Orator, this star was once the source of life for
a thriving civilization. When war broke
out, the warring species decimated one another.
That had been tens of thousands of years ago. The only thing that remained was the story of
the terrible war, and the unfortunate event the precipitated it. These two races of people initially got along
well. They had an annual banquet where
heads of state from each government dined together in celebration of their
mutual good will. One year, food
poisoning killed more than half of those in attendance. Cooks from both worlds had been in the kitchen,
and fingers were pointed, each accusing former friends of carrying out a mass
assassination. As it turns out, one cook
simply forgot to wash their hands.
Adam found this tale unsettling. The rebellion faced steep odds. The thought that even the tiniest slip up
could kill them all made him question whether or not he should even involve
himself in this.
He sat next to Layla in the space station’s science lab
while she peered through a microscope.
“The nanos look good,” she announced victoriously. “It seems the time they spent dormant didn’t
harm them at all.” She’d retrieved the
nanobots from the ship used in Adam’s rescue.
Stored away in a stasis field hidden behind the refrigerator, they’d
been safe from any scanning devices the Federation may have used to search for
them.
“What are you reprogramming them to do?” Adam asked.
“I’m hoping I can reprogram them to last longer. When this was primarily a capitalistic
venture, we wanted people to keep coming back for more. Now, we need to make sure Bibble remains
under their influence for as long as possible, no matter what happens. I also want them to be able to
replicate. If one of the nanos were to
suffer permanent damage, I want the nanos surrounding it to repurpose the parts
and build a replacement.” She bit her
lower lip. “I could program them to
spawn continuously, but they’d have to take material from his body to do
it. And at that kind of rate, they’d
kill him quickly.”
“We may have to kill him anyway,” Adam said softly.
“I know. I just want
to avoid it if possible.” Layla’s eyes
locked with his. “I may be many things,
but I’m not a killer.”
Adam had opened his mouth to speak, but he was stunned into
silence when George burst into the room.
Or fell into the room, to be more accurate. Sprawled out on the floor, he wore only a
fluffy multi-colored tutu, clown makeup, and a sombrero. “I found your engineers,” he announced,
looking up with a grin.
“Good. I need
them.” Then Layla frowned. “George, I think you need to go to bed now.”
I always knew George had a sense of humour in there, somewhere :)
ReplyDeleteProbably not a good look for George, either.
ReplyDeleteI need to find those items for my next Halloween costume!
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