HOW ABOUT THAT? Smells like another episode of the Crazy Davis Case Files!
It’s either that or the dead possums in the roof. But since I’m petrified of enclosed spaces and zombie possums, how about I crack open another tale from the mysterious black box that showed up out of nowhere in my shop one day.
This one looked fun! It came in a shiny metal case with all sorts of flashing lights. Must be from the electrician’s next door. Well, if they want it back, they can come get it! Until then, give it a gander. I like to call it “Galactic Labor” because all the good Sci-Fi titles were taken.
An unsettling bang erupted from the back of the ship. The pilot flicked a nervous glance over his shoulder from the cockpit, before returning his attention to steering the ship. The laser gate separating the space station’s dock was becoming a little closer every second. You could probably chalk this up to the fact that the ship was moving with considerable speed. An unreasonable speed for docking. The pilot half grimaced and half grinned. He tapped a button to activate the ship’s intercom. Nothing happened. He pressed it a little more firmly. Sparks soared out of the console, singeing his finger. He swore and slammed a fist on the dashboard. The communications array woefully flickered on.
“Hey-Hey. It’s Visitor J – 138 requesting an express landing here.”
The intercom spluttered out the station’s reply, impeded by heavy static.
“What? Look, never mind. Send your best firefighters. And maybe a blanket. Over and out!” As he said this, the intercom exploded.
“I think they got that. Do you think they got that?” he yelled, turning his head to shout at his passenger, a beautiful woman with a sea of aggravated veins on her face.
“I’m busy, honey!” she gurgled, then resumed her rapid breathing. The ship shuddered violently.
“Yeah I know! I’m just really pumped up! We’re having a kid! We’ll have our own little trifecta! Isn’t that great?”
“It would be—if we survive.”
“Oh ye of little faith. We’re practically the—” An explosion swallowed the sound of his voice as the ship was hurled off course, just to the left of the laser gate. He swore louder and tried to wrest control back. The ship lumbered like a drunken whale, but he managed to veer it back towards the dock.
“Vik! The flames are licking my elbows!” said the woman, clinging on to a rusty handrail jutting from the wall.
“I’m busy, honey!” said Vik. The laser gate was imminent now, and it flickered from red to green. Vik gunned it. The ship floundered into the dock with all the grace of an elephant on fire and smashed into a mountain of supply containers.
A few minutes later, the firefighters managed to extinguish the wreckage. Then they pried open the cockpit. Two exhausted parents and their bawling newborn infant were huddled up in the front seat.
“Mazel Tov.” said Vik.
Wasn’t that exciting? Maybe not as exciting as, say, Star Wars The Rise of Kylo Ren, but still a good enough crack at a Sci-Fi tale, I reckon.
Anyhoo, time to go buy some scented candles. Some strong ones.
Keep it fresh,
CD
WORLD OF MADNESS 