Friday, July 25, 2008

Spaced Out

Stardate 42009.7.

I was forewarned but not so much forearmed. BigGeek informed me that his important design work on a new machine for peace with the Soxulans would take priority over domestic issues. For seven whole stardays. And as Murphy’s law goes, my own important work with life-matter, was and will continue to be until the next solar equinox on Earth, in an uber-crunch mode. I am battling secret, alien bugs. Exhausting, yes.

So, on this evening, as the thermometer continued its upward rise – well it really had no choice, it’s hard to do a downward rise- Chip and I decided to go to the Final Frontier of the known world. To explore strange stores, seek out new deals and new discounts and to boldly go where no man really wants to go. The engines of our middle-class starship were fired, warp drives engaged and the two crew-members put on their space suits, slathered ultraviolet protection (For Type A and B solar UV rays) and headed to the city on the edge forever. We pulled our starship in to the docking bay, aside a bigger, fancier, more expensive starship, climbed down and walked a few feet in the intense, exhausting heat into the glass enclosed nerve-center.

We did not know it then, but we had now entered a fragment of the space-time fabric where space and time and sensibilities warped. And its effects were instantly perceptible. A few minutes inside the city and Chip’s personality underwent a drastic transformation. This child, who sat quietly in his seat watching other spaceships and spacetrucks whiz by, had a sudden, inexplicable adrenalin rush. He twisted his body and shouted and ran. I ran behind him, for mighty dangers in the form of the ColorfulJellyBeans lurked ahead. They beckoned him as the sirens do to lost soldiers at the sea. But Chip, this time turned out to be stronger. My intense mind-lock sessions seemed to be helping him control his crystalline disaccharide urges. He seemed to gravitate towards them, the pink ones in particular, but withdrew himself suddenly, as if a switch in his brain had flipped and released a flood of “artificial-colors-and-preservatives” mumbo-jumbo down his hypothalamus.

He ran again, but stopped in a few feet, mesmerized by a little red contraption. It was a small car; you know the kind popular in 21st century America. This one wasn’t a real car of course, but a replica. Chip immediately wanted to take it for a test drive but wasn’t self-propelled. They were primitive little machines; they had to be propelled by an organism at least 5 feet tall. Since I fit the bill, in not just one, but three dimensions, I seemed like a perfect candidate. Not that there were any other to speak of. Chip, the dare-devil he is, jumped right in that car and sat. I looked for the propeller bars, found them and for a lack of better word, pushed the replica around.

The city was strangely quiet. No buzz, no crowds. Also, no deals, no discounts. I liked a garment fit for an Empress of the Tribbles that cost an arm and a leg. I almost cut off a limb, blame it on the triple warp of space-time-sensibility, but the rabid fear of the billattheendofthemonth jolted me back to my senses. Chip, in the meanwhile was showing an interest in a mannequin displaying garments. In a microsecond that I looked away, he stood up in his replica and peeked inside the plunging neckline. Of the mannequin. Thank Mouse*. I caught him in the act and he flatly refused he was peeking at the anatomical-parts-that-shall-remain-unnamed, pointing to her collarbone instead. I blamed it on his y-chromosome and we continued to explore and soon found over selves on the upper level.

A gay music was heard. We followed its direction and were rewarded. A giant rotating platform with replicas of medieval chariots and horses. Chip looked at it wide eyed. He had many starweeks ago, been rewarded with a ride in this carousel. He begged for one. I feigned to look for an appropriate currency. Chip looked on expectantly. I shook my head. Chip then asked me if we were impoverished. I nodded my head. But he looked so forlorn, that I decided to look, really look. I found some acceptable monetary token and Chip bought himself a ticket and enjoyed the ride.

Ride having finished and attempts at more thwarted by me, Chip sought nutrition, in what has got to be the most nutritious food in Chip’s mind. Dough slathered with crushed tomatoes and soured milk. He had a slice of that, while I nibbled at leaves that looked like lettuce. Thus our adventure came to an end. It didn’t really, but I am getting tired of writing this now.

*mouse: It was proved beyond reasonable doubt in the late twentieth century by Douglas Adams that a common mouse was really god.

21 comments:

mummyjaan said...

If you had fun writing it, Dottie, then I had fun reading it :).

rayshma said...

he's already interested in mannequins and anatomy-that-shall-not-be-named here...? sigh! i better hurry.

Kodi's Mom said...

lol! i almost keeled over with laughter by the time i got to crystalline disaccharide :) adams would be proud!

Girl Next Door (gnd) said...

what a way to start your second year of blogging!!
You decided to take Chip where no man really wants to go, yet he found something that everyman (at least the straight kind) can't wait to get to :)

Usha said...

great stuff. Tired of writing this you may be but I could never tire of reading it. WANT MORE and RIGHT AWAY!

karmickids said...

Brill, Dottie, Brill. Taking out my Hitchhikers omnibus again..to reaquaint self with long forgotten terminology.

GettingThereNow said...

:D Lovvved it!

K 3 said...

Ah! Reached the new frontiers and found some more eh ... come on out with the rest! :D

Glad you had a great weekend

noon said...

Awesomus Maximus. ThankMouse you continue to write...may Chip's intergalactic adventures continue and provide fodder for more such posts!

Preethi said...

awesome hitchhiker... Douglas Adams would be proud!!.. you are a true fan! loved it!!

DotThoughts said...

mummyjaan: lol..

raysh: yes, you'd better!

kodi's mom: umm.. I guess.. it was a take on StarTrek, with oblique Adam's references.

gnd: hahahhaa. good one!

usha: I should really write sci-fi. i love sci-fi.

karmic: thanks pal. means somethingh coming from who I think it the most talented writer out there. but this was a twist on star trek (nobody remember the tribbles? nobody?)

gtn: thanks!!!

k3: :)

noon: you likey???

preethi: thanks!!! adams is in a different league, no? this was a spin on star trek, mainly :)

Mama - Mia said...

hehehehehe!!

i had such a grin on my face!!

and Douglas Adam lives on! :)

cheers!

abha

Girl Next Door (gnd) said...

The first word, "Stardate..."
gave it away about it being a poke at StarTrek :)

GettingThereNow said...

Starship, Final Frintier, Warp drive... It has to be Stargate, I thought. But then Douglas Adams was mentioned and I, not having read him, shut up before speaking :D

Orchid said...

haha....thanks for the ride dottie!
indeed adams would be proud!

Mystic Margarita said...

Awesome, Dottie! Now I've got to read Hitchhikers again! Look what you've done, girl! :D

karmickids said...

Gesh, never was a Trekkie fan. Knew there was terminology out there I couldnt follow...

DotThoughts said...

abha: glad you enjoyed it!

gnd: it was, it was :)

gtn: since when did you start doing that ceekay :)

orchie: glad you enjoyed it.

mystic: I love H2G2

karmic: no? no cap'n picard for you? no?

PG said...

You write so well. It was such a good read. I was smiing all the time.

DotThoughts said...

pg: glad you enjoyed it!

choxbox said...

fantastic! want more!