Part 3, Chapter 1, of RFV.A Chapter by Danny Zil PART THREE
: KLYZEMADEX ONE The next morning, having successfully left
Uhuruland’s atmosphere, Roger was lounging on the bridge couch, staring at the
planet on the rear observation screen. “Well I certainly had some adventures down
there!” he remarked. “They almost executed me! And the characters I met " Hub
Cap, Clarence, Scabby Sue,” he mused, smiling at the last one. “Then there was
Big Lucas, Marcus Quibble, oh and I smoked some stuff…called…ganja…I say, are
you listening to me?” Boy Paddy was silent for a few moments.
“Angus!” he announced eventually. “I decided in your absence that I want to be
called Angus from now on!” Roger grinned. “Angus? Isn’t that kind
of--” “Scottish-y!” “Ah yes, the former small country of “That’s correct. I think I have Scottish
blood in my circuits.” Loud bagpipe music flooded the bridge.
Angus started humming along with it. “Oh turn that down!” snapped Roger,
covering his ears. The bagpipe music stopped. Roger uncovered
his ears. “Yes,
I want to be known as Angus in honour of my Scottish roots. And I think you
should wear a kilt to show your support.” Roger sniggered. “A kilt! That’ll be
pucking right!” “Language! Language!” “Anyway,” said Roger, “I thought you already
had a name " Boy Paddy?” “Well it’s time for a change. I want to be
known as Angus from now on.” Roger sighed. “Okay. It’s your choice.” “Thank you. So where would you like us to go
now, Angus?” Roger frowned. “Hold on, did you just call
me Angus?” “I did.” “But my name’s Roger.” “I’m renaming everything Angus. In honour
of myself.” “Oh don’t be so stupid!” Roger ranted. “Ooohhh! A little temper tantrum from
Angus!” “Stop calling me Angus!” “Stop calling me Angus!” Angus mocked,
laughing derisively. Roger decided to ignore him. He pretended
an all-consuming interest in the view of space on the forward observation
screen. “So
where to now, Angus?” asked Angus. “ Just think - the Angus is your oyster.” Roger
frowned. “Well we can’t go back to Earth, he said, “and I most definitely can’t
go back to Uhuruland.” “What about your mother " Angus? And your
girlfriend " Angus? Don’t you want to go and look for them?” “I don’t know where they’ve gone.” “Aww! So you’re all alone in the big wide
Angus!” Roger brightened. “Maybe we’ll pick up a
message from one of the groups who left Earth!” Angus laughed scornfully. “A message!?
Don’t be silly. Everybody’s scattered all over the far reaches of the Angus.
How are they going to contact you " a message in a bottle!?” Just then something clunked gently against
the Ship. Roger jumped up. “Probably a meteor fragment,” advised
Angus. ”Don’t panic.” “I’m not,” replied Roger. “I’m going to see
what it is.” He left the bridge and strolled down to the
“It was a message in a bottle,” he said
casually, tossing the bottle onto the bridge couch. Angus remained silent. Roger grinned in triumph at him then read the
message. “’If your grammar is good. If you don’t end your sentences with
prepositions. If you don’t split your infinitives. If you want a fresh start.
Come to Klyzemadex,’” he said. “Klyzemadex " ever heard of it?” Angus
consulted his data banks. “The planet Angus,” he began. “Is that Angus Klyzemadex?” “Yes. A smallish planet a long way from
here. Capable of supporting human and alien life if their grammar is okay.
Setting for some pretty surrealistic adventures.” Roger considered this. “Maybe they’ll know
where Mother and Amanda went,” he said. “Hmmm, listen to this,” said Angus. “It seems
there are some pretty strange people on the planet.” “In what way?” asked Roger. “Four-armed aliens, people who used to live
in the former country of “Very strange,” admitted Roger. “Yes, the Germans all act like Nazis and
the English are all miners.” “What, real miners? Underground miners?” “Yes, well that’s what the word ‘mining’
implies.” Roger flushed. “Anyway it seems there are supplies of that
old fashioned fossil fuel called coal on the planet and they’re mining the
stuff. Oh and get this. When they were on Earth, the English lived in a village
they re-created as if it was the 50’s, partially cut off from the rest of the
world.” “Well we received a message from them so we
may as well go.” Angus sighed. “The planet Angus Klyzemadex
it is then!” he announced and the Ship changed course and they headed off into
the Angus. Meanwhile on
the planet Earth…… The gigantic Black Cloud of anti-matter
entered Earth’s atmosphere causing a brilliant fireworks display as it headed
down to the planet. From the shambles of the Control Room in
Later Albania, “Did you see that?” he asked his invisible
friend. “Sure did,” his friend replied. “You know what it is, don’t you?” “What?” “Aliens! It’s b*****d aliens! They’re trying
to land!” “Aliens!? How do we stop them?” “Why not?” “They won’t have the proper Visas!” “You’re right!” agreed his friend. “Course I’m right,” As they watched, the black Dust Cloud
rolled down relentlessly. Earth’s beautiful blue sky gradually darkened as it descended. The Black Cloud rolled down. No blue sky was
left. There was complete darkness except for the lights from the Control Room. “Right, that’s far enough!” The anti-matter touched Earth and the
planet blew. Earth, Later Albania, Greater Albania, Norman and his invisible
friend dissolved in a gigantic reddish orange glow that could be seen in the
farthest reaches of Space…or the farthest reaches of the Angus. Meanwhile on
Uhuruland…… Big Lucas grunted a few times, ejaculated
and rolled sideways off the sista from the Choir. Not being a gentleman of the
bedroom, or in this case, the undergrowth, Big Lucas had neglected to take his
weight on his elbows and it came as a blessed relief to the sista when his
portly frame began easing itself starboard. Despite his weight, the sista had enjoyed
being pounded by the great man and she had opened her eyes in ecstasy as she
reached her pleasure plateau. Just by chance, she was an amateur astronomer so
she was able to identify the small distant blob in the night sky that was Earth
and she had seen it blow up as Big Lucas blew off. Big Lucas lay back on the grass in the
steamy night. “Did the Eart move fo you, honey?” he asked. “Move!?” replied the sista. “Hell, it
exploded!!” Big Lucas threw back his large head and
laughed largely and his rich deep laughter boomed out across the Uhuruland
night. Meanwhile in
the afterlife…… “Hey, Big G,” said Derwent the Sordid, “one
of your planets is explodin!” Big G strolled over to Derwent’s three
dimensional multi-Universe wall screen display and looked at Universe 1. “Yeah
it’s Earth,” he said. “I planned it.” “Planned it? Thought you had a soft spot
for Earth?” “Used to have,” Big G admitted. “You mean you don’t like those things we
invented called people anymore?” “Got fed up with them. All those wars. The
greed. The starving. The different religions. The stupid b******s.” “You should have let me bring them to my
Universe.” “Hey, I don’t hate them that much. I
just decided to move them on. See if it’ll shake them up. Make them change
their ways.” “How did you do it?” “Anti-matter. Big f**k-off cloud off the
stuff. Oh that reminds me " I’ll have to cancel it.” Big G closed his eyes and
concentrated and on the wall screen, the Black Cloud vanished. He checked it was gone. “Don’t want it wiping
out my entire Universe!” he said. “So I see your mob have all dispersed to
different planets then?” “Yeah. I’ll give them another thousand
years. If they don’t improve after that then it’s definitely wipe-out time!” “You’re too soft.” “Not really. I might wipe them anyway. I’ve
invented a new form of life called a Zanobe.” “Oh
yeah? What’s that?” “Looks like a human but has no interest in
sex, money or war.” “I see…so you’re goin to have a Universe
full of incontinent f****n geriatrics then!!” Derwent said and laughed
derisively. “Sounds wonderful.” Meanwhile back
on the good ship Angus…… “Ah, there’s something you should see,”
announced Angus. “I’ll put it on the forward observation screen.” The view on the screen, the usual
blue-black starry space view, changed to a view of a distant small blue-green
ball. Only it didn’t remain blue-green for long. As Roger sat up on the bridge
couch and watched, Earth began exploding. And what an explosion. Although far
in the distance, he could see the huge yellow-red-orange fireball lighting up
the surrounding blackness of Space. It was all over in under a minute. When the
glow died, so had Earth. Roger stared at the screen. His home planet
was gone. The planet he’d known for 36 summers and 35 winters was gone. He’d
missed one winter when he’d been ‘tired and emotional and hiding under the
duvet’. “I’m homeless,” Roger said disconsolately. “A
homeless wanderer in Space.” He could feel a tear coming to his eye, a lump
coming to his throat, an ache coming to his breast, a twinge coming to his
right knee " but that was an old injury and he ignored it. “Earth’s gone,” he
muttered, standing up and pacing round the bridge. “How terribly sad to think
that after living for several billion years, Earth has now died. All alone. In
the darkness. With no-one to hold its…its…its very said, don’t you think?” “Right, that’s enough of that crap!”
announced Angus. “We’re nearing the planet Klyzesmadex. Landing in one hour. Go
and have a shower.” “Okay,” muttered the disconsolate one and
slouched off the bridge. “So try to remember,” lectured Angus. “Your
grammar must be good at all times.” “Yes, yes!” snapped Roger, sitting down on
the bridge couch. “Right, a quick summing up of what we’ve
covered. Why don’t you end sentences with prepositions?” “Because it’s bad grammar.” “Good. What are the definite and indefinite
articles?” “Definite article " ‘the’. Indefinite
articles " ‘a’ and ‘an’.” “Correct. What grammatical mistake am I
making in this sentence?...I began to slowly walk down the road.” Roger sniggered. “You can’t walk anywhere!” Angus sighed. “Do you want to burn up when
we enter Klyzemadex’s atmosphere when I make a deliberate entry mistake?” “No, no. Er, the mistake in the sentence, ah
yes, you used a split infinitive…it should be " I began to walk slowly down the
road.” “Good. Very good. Approaching entry angle.
Strap in! Too late!” Roger was slammed back into the bridge
couch as they entered Klyzemadex’s atmosphere. Five minutes later there was a gentle
bump and they touched down. Roger got up and looked at the observation
screen. It seemed quite pleasant out there as the view panned round " green
fields, forests, a nice river, blue skies, sunshine. “Just stay away from that bit of jungle
over there to the left,” warned Angus. Roger glanced at it and snorted. “Jungle! Ha!
You don’t think I’d be stupid enough to go wandering into that, do you!?” Angus remained silent. “Right, see you later,” said Roger. He was
wearing a clean Fleet Pilot’s dark blue outfit and he preened himself in the
bridge mirror then strolled down to the © 2012 Danny Zil |
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