Chapter 2 : Contact

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Youdickhead! Its moving! Ohnoohnoohnooo Professor Gunasinghe is gonnakillme'!

'Sir, its reaching for the wormhole!! what do i do sir? sir? SIR!!.....fuck.'

Greenwilly Jayasinghe froze as he saw their, at best, sadistic project mentor entering their little hastily slapped together control room. Greenwilly, Will to his friends, was not by any stretch of the imagination a quick thinking man. How he got into this whole business of littering the universe full of newly created wormholes, nobody knows. On the other hand, his superior, Bluetits, known to his friends as just Blue, was quite capable of dodging even the stickiest of situations.

After a few seconds Blue noticed that his not-too-bright charge had nearly stopped breathing. He turned around to see the considerable frame of Professor Gunasinghe breathing down her nose at him. She was the type of person who would assign you the task of calculating Pi to the millionth digit, with a calculator,if you so much as looked at her wrong. But at the moment, Blue had bigger things to worry about than starting at her rudely.


'What's wrong you! Men, always standing around! What is that!' she screeched, seeing the infra-red video stream of our friend the hothead. Blue cast around for explanations and finally ended up with 'It's a videogame we're testing, ma'am. Just to uh... see if the... ROP's perform right when configured this way.'

'Hmph.... well... get back to work then! Lazy little.....'

'Whoa, that was close...' Blue said as she drifted off to spread her vile self on someone else.

'Uh... Sir, I think you should-'

The hothead had by now moved right next to the wormhole. Now, wormholes are strange things. Even they themselves didn't understand wormholes properly. Each time they had created one in the past, anything they'd tried to bring through it had turned to ashes and little lumps of diamond at this end. They assumed the wormhole was pulling through a great deal more space and matter than they wanted it to, hence creating an unpleasant environment for safe travel. The first primitive species they'd encountered had even used their multi-billion dollar experiment as a convenient waste disposal unit that had popped into existence.

As hothead started slowly moving into it, Blue waited for the CCCRRRRRSSHSHHHHH sound that would signal the need for yet another clean-up of the 'Landing Room', the place where everything significant from the wormhole popped into existence. They'd figured out how to get rid of the useless bits like dust and female aliens along the way. In essence, they were littering along hyperspace.

Hothead tentatively stuck a limb into the strange swirling mass of light and dust, and was promptly sucked into it with a little 'plop' noise. A few seconds later and a few thousand light years away, it blinked. Cold.

Meanwhile, Blue and Willy were getting ready to shut down when their local AI alerted them to the presence of _something_ in the Landing Room. Blue stopped mid-sentence and stared at the screen which was displaying a strange looking thing that looked like a cross between a teapot and a dildo.

'W- We'd better go get to it before her highness finds out, mate' said Blue.

'You think she'll actually try t-' queried Willy.

'No, you idiot. jeez...'

So off they went to the Landing Room, wondering how in the world it had survived. The only possible explanation was that the creature actually _lived_ in such environments. But then it would surely die when exposed to the local atmosphere. He ran faster.

'Entrance to the Landing Room has been restricted to personnel with multi-suits, as inner atmosphere has been adjusted to suit it's sole inhabitant.' chimed the AI.

'Well, there's that question answered...'

He pressed the comm link button on the door. Willy slowly moved behind him.

'Booo' Blue said

What they heard struck fear into their hearts like neither had ever experienced.

'lol lol diS is so aWeSomEE'

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On to MyP

Sorry if it's not what you expected, just wanted to maintain some sameness to it, instead of wildly going all over the place.


Stay tuned for Lies 4.0 : The Beach

Gone

Slowly going black
1 in 11,000,000 they said
It'll never happen
Smart asses
It's not THEM all around him
People, families
Mothers, fathers
Children
It was getting a little too wet for his liking
Blue and white ribbons gathering
Bits and pieces still sticking out
He thought back
Animals
The panic
Fear
Anger
Spilt drinks too
He tried to go back

"Please attach your own mask before assisting young children"




Meh... I need to go listen to some Mr. Brightside... I will be back in force come tuesday :P