Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Well Officer... I can explain,

It all started when I met this dude named Joey...

Joey works as one of twelve crewmen on board a survey ship that visits and maps planets in an ever expanding place called Earth. They meet a "Purple Man" that is left over from a civilization 4000 years ago and can change shape at will in its efforts to take over the space ship. The battle is won when the Purple Man does not realize, until it's too late, that Radical is a computer and thus not subject to mind control. Some of the ship's crew try out Trance-Port tapes that give you a dream girlfriend that users of the tapes believe are real. The end results are unsettling when two crewmembers end up with the same lady. The crew has a run-in with automated homing torpedoes from a centuries ago civilization. The chances and odds as they need to hit the exact same torpedo twice out of a swarm of 368 and they have 28 shots left. They run into a civilization that travels in time as casually as we do in three-dimensional space. A military ship comes along and believes they can kidnap one of the time travelers but everyone gets hit by a "time bomb" and dropped millions of years into the past along with a portal that will allow two people to go back to normal time. Joey ends up being one of the two. Then they run into a "Swindlestar" where they end up shrinking into nothingness. But, it turns out they are now larger than the universe and by adjusting the ship's center of gravity they are able to steer themselves back into their spot in the normal universe and Joey then retires after 20 years.

Dude Joey...cough...cough...man where did you say you got this stuff? Joey..? --Joey? Hey what's with the handcuffs?

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm confused. This doesn't sound like it will fit on a t-shirt.

April 12, 2006  
Blogger BrENDa said...

Dude. I didn't know you were a Scientologist.

April 13, 2006  
Blogger Salmonberry Bend, Oregon said...

ha ha...I think the only science I was entraped in that night was the science of vodka martinis.

April 13, 2006  

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