[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]'You sound muffled ... grrr ... where have you positioned your
communication pen?'
'Communication pen? What communication pen? I've been
using the pod's secondary interface.'
Scank thought for a moment as to where the pen might be. 'Woof
... the pen could have been left on the ... grrr ... gripseat?' he
suggested.
Emerging slowly from out of the following silence came a sloshing
sound like a boot having been pulled from out of a muddy bog. The
intriguing sound blasted through the sensitive intercom and out of
each of the others finely tuned pod speakers. 'I had thought this
gripseat ... pfff ... was a bit stimulating on the old rectum!' Robottom
awkwardly waited for the thick rectal oil, which the communication
pen had gathered, to drip slowly away before resuming the correct
way to control his confused pod.
Dong and Chucker kept their opinions quietly to themselves as
they concentrated on not hitting any of Cube's sides whilst flying this
way and that around her smooth body.
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'We've been out here now for hours and there's still no sign from
that ... grrr ... God geezer.' In frustration, Scank flew his pod around
Dong's, several times, each time dangerously coming close to a
fatal collision. Dong remained mysteriously calm throughout the
terrifying ordeal without moaning once; the reason being he had
found some food wedged in between his toes and had given his
concentration on picking them clean.
'Don't worry,' Robottom comforted, 'at least in the pods ... pfff ...
we can manoeuvre closer to whatever holy sign is revealed to us.
Something ... bleep ... was said to happen in the Olas System and so
here we shall wait. Just try and be a little more patient!'
Several hours and a lot of arguments later something was beginning
to transpire.
'Hey, look! That cluster of stars wasn't there before.' Having
pointed out his observation to the others, Chucker vomited twice,
moved away from Cube's orbit and the overpowering shadow a
distant sun had recently cast over his pod and shot towards the ever
apparent space anomaly.
'What,' replied Dong, picking the last of his toes clean, angered at
not seeing whatever it was he couldn't see, first. 'I don't notice
anything?' Bringing his pod swiftly level with Chucker's, he stared
through his optical head-screen out into the vastness of space-type-
things which had decided to move around in a space-type way.
Chucker felt an urge of excitement, 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Look at
the way those stars are positioned ... ooooh ... don't you see it?
Come on! Come on! Look ... eeergh!'
'Woof ... I see it!' Scank broke in, his voice thickly coated with two
distinct layers, one jealousy and the other curiosity. 'Chucker? You
don't happen to be sitting on your communication pen do you ...
grrr ... because it really isn't all that amazing to be getting the over
enthusiastic reaction you obviously appear to be having.'
No verbal response followed the leetlesheet's supposition.
'Oh yes! Yes! Yes! An arrow!' Dong screamed, at the same time
wanting to annoy Scank further. 'I see an arrow! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Let's go in for a closer look.'
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Taking care not to get in the way, Cube followed her pods into the
arrow-like cluster of stars that for some inexplicable reason hadn't
been noticed right from the start.
'The tip of the arrow shape,' Chucker began, directing his head-
screen up towards a pinkish glow, 'seems to be pointing directly at
that funny looking planet over there. Therefore I would think that the
messiah must be on it. My pod sensors are informing me the planet
is called ... '
'Huj Huji Wuji,' interrupted Robottom, 'giving ... bleep ... home to
more than five billion aliens spread across its pink oval outline which
we can clearly see glowing from out here in ... bleep ... space.'
Indeed, in the shape of an egg, Huj Huji Wuji quickly appeared on
each of the others optical head-screens courtesy of Robottom's nifty
computer skills.
'Fascinating,' Chucker remarked in several deep breaths and then,
hesitating for a moment, added, 'I suppose it too is under ... '
'The ... bleep ... control of the bosseye,' Robottom's familiar voice
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