The sky turned purple this morning. No really. It was the Aliens.
You see the Aliens (the Oxnats if I’m going to be formal, though I still prefer “Ox”) have been trying for months to make the space stations orbiting Earth livable. They’ve been living in those spaceships hoping to move into a more permanent residence. The Chief Contractor supervising the build left me a message last night saying that they were going to try venting the plasma coolant over night to see if that would stabilize the rotation rings. I didn’t get a chance to ask if the coolant would enter into the atmosphere since I’d already gone home for the day, but as I’m sure you noticed this morning – what with the purple sky and all – it must have.
Anyway, when I made it to work this morning the Chief Contractor apologized for the toxic spill (yeah you read that right) but said that venting the coolant did what he hoped it would do. Apparently the rotation rings are working at 80% capacity and increasing by the hour. The Ox will have a home orbiting Earth in under a week if the rotation rings continue to operate properly.
That didn’t stop the calls from coming in. From what I can tell – or have been told – all of the plasma coolant burnt up in the atmosphere but environmentalists are concerned that some of it managed to fall to the surface.
My boss, the Deputy Minister of Alien Relations for the Human Race Council, has called a press conference for this afternoon. You know I’m not supposed to post anything in advance of press conferences, but you can pretty much guess what he’ll be talking about.
I won’t be listening to the conference though. I’ll be in a meeting all afternoon – Joy. I’ll be meeting with the Ox representatives on the Intergalactic Alliance Committee. E’lsih is pretty nice and she has a full mastery of the English language so it makes my life easier. Romi still has his “eee” accent. I’ll admit, it can be so frustrating talking to him sometimes. I wish the scientists on contract in the communications department would hurry up a develop that computer program to translate the Ox language.
It sucks having to hear over and over again that “your inferior vocal cords can’t handle our language, but we can butcher yours”. Ok so they don’t actually say that, but I get the feeling that they are thinking it.
Ok so that’s enough of my rambling. It’s all a day in the life of a Intergalactic Liaison working for the Human Race Council. Right now, I have to talk to the Chief Contractor again and get him to confirm for me that none of that coolant made it to the surface.
Who knew space was so… bureaucratic?
Over and Out ~ Dalton
“January 27th is the birthday of Lewis Carrol, author of ALICE’S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND. Alice fell down a rabbit hole into a place where everything had changed and none of the rules could be counted on to apply anymore. I say, let’s do the same: January 27th, 2005 should be the First Annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. When you post on that Thursday, instead of the normal daily life and work and news and politics, write about the strange new world you have found yourself in for the day, with its strange new life and work and news and politics.” Quote from http://www.boingboing.net/2009/01/13/rabbit-hole-day-janu.html
This was fun. I may have to write more of these kind of posts.
What’s your Rabbit Hole Day post?
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I loved this posting 🙂 Now, I need to go read our really fun writing — the seven sins!