Mr. Bunty Ind checked his watch. Two or three more millihops to go. He could not wait to reach Vulcan, reach home to christen his new-born son. He has decided on a name he really liked. It had been given the thumbs-up by all his colleagues and friends too. He made sure it did. After all, he did not want his son to got through the same trauma he had. "Bunty...what a name....would have changed it pronto if I had been there at my own christening, " he thought. Putting down The Centaurian, he looked around at the others on the intergalactic bus- GALAC26ST10.
The gentleman to his right was surfing like a maniac through the holographio channels...."Must be a Mr. Ame, " thought Mr. Ind. The gentleman on seat UV10 was fingering through a copy of "Grow Your Own Tom-Toms". "Nice morph, " thought Mr. Ind as he observed just the slightest shade of purple blood running in the veins, under the translucent skin. Some old chord was struck in Mr. Ind's heart at the words "Stop playing with your food." He changed his arm-rest and looked at a chinky-eyes kid making bulks of 3-D shapes in the air with his wonton soup. The kid had managed to de-gravitate a small volume of space in front of him and the soup floated as if in a meditative yogic posture. "These wiz kids.." thought Mr. Ind, "getting smarter by the day.. no wonder the FBG (Federal Bureau of Gravitation) is having so much trouble..Mr. Chi.. or Mr. Jap, whoever must be a proud father."
The space-hostess entered the capsule. The soup fell back neatly into the bowl. Somehow, robots had never replaced space-hostesses. She started, "Please fasten your seat belts. Your anti-jerks have been activated and G increased by 26.4%. The bus ran into a meteor shower. We are cut-off from the bus-hive. We are on independent navigator."
Suddenly, everyone lurched forward. "It must have been a massive collision...." thought everyone, " to make an impact despite the anti jerker!!" All eyes were on the consteller now. "Navigator striker meteor, 11 fin in diameter. Detour taken. Route beyond map-scope. 30? to the paik, 35? to the paik, 40? to the paik. Returning to trajectory. 120? to the saik, 125? to the saik, 130? to...th....129?....128? unable to return to trajectory. ..return failure. Return failure..unmapped black hole detected..." Suddenly the constellar zapped out. All was dark, except for a faint luminosity. Everyone knew what was happening. "This must be the biggest diasater in megahopsx10z, "said Dr. Aus, giving vioce to everyone's thoughts. They were all being sucked into the black-hole. Soon there would be no light at all.
The emergency exit of the capsule opened. In no time, everyone would be left entirely to their own devices.
In other words, each one would be ejected with no devices at all, save V-lungs. Mr. Fra was released, and pressing his nose to the window, Mr. Ind saw him hurtle into the black core till the speck had disappeared. Many people had logged on to the telesympathy service (free every with Nokya Movile). Light had diminished, but there was still some light as they careened through the border-belt of the sphere of inescapable gravity. In the capsule, some passengers decided to utilize the last moment of their lives for a last chat.
Mrs. Jap : I hope Mr. Jap will finish the sushi in the refrigerator before Taurusshine.
Mr. Rus. : What racer does he have? I have (sniff), had a SUPAH NOVA.
Mrs. Jap : Oh, he had, no... no, he has a SVELTE.. the boot has lots of space for the grocery, you know.
Mr. Rus : My SUPAH NOVA has a streamlined body to attain a maximum speed of....
Mrs Ger and Mr. Eng had been ejected...all with the same fate. It was Mr. Ame's turn. He floated to the exit, a red sign "UV10" flashed, and he was ejected too. Now, Mr. Ind felt himslef carried to the exit. Suddenly, a piercing alarm was set off, a red light flashed and he was thrown off in the opposite direction. As Mr. Ind flew with incredible speed, he felt his limbs elongating and trunk swelling. Regardless of the weird phenomenon, his brain struggled to find an explanation, until he realized what had happened. The capsule, designed to throw out ticket-less travelers had detected him as one and building up a force against its motion, had thrown him into space, away from itself, away from the black-hole! Mr. Ind had not planned to get caught for keeping up the tradition of his ancestors but felt extremely blessed for the smart legal system for once.
Suddenly it struck him that he had not inserted his V-lungs that time. So, how was he breathing in the vacuum? His capacity for anaerobic respiration was barely one millihop. "Surely that must be over by now." Mr. Ind looked down (or up, whichever direction it would be) at his new shock-proof watch and had hardly finished gaping at the irregular timing it showed when he landed on something soft and green, behind a kid called Wolfgang, who was looking at a heap of polythene trash and saying, "The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has ever tried to contact us."
Mr. Ind checked himself for injuries and finding himself in normal dimensions, the configuration of his bones undisturbed and all his body contents within his skin, he proceeded to use his "own devices" and looked around.
"Green hair on the ground, blue sky, organic pillars or sculptures...." Something triggered in his brain. The pages from his history CD flashed through his head. He realized he had been thrown back in time and was on Earth, probably in a place called Jerm-ninny or was it Germany?
He thought, "Wow! A new beginning! A new life! A new me!So.. my breathing is explained... but that temporary expansion in my size.." Mr. Ind bit his lower lip as he pondered over the puzzle. He took out his pen, caught a stray scrap of paper flying in the breeze and jotted down
. The rest is history....
The gentleman to his right was surfing like a maniac through the holographio channels...."Must be a Mr. Ame, " thought Mr. Ind. The gentleman on seat UV10 was fingering through a copy of "Grow Your Own Tom-Toms". "Nice morph, " thought Mr. Ind as he observed just the slightest shade of purple blood running in the veins, under the translucent skin. Some old chord was struck in Mr. Ind's heart at the words "Stop playing with your food." He changed his arm-rest and looked at a chinky-eyes kid making bulks of 3-D shapes in the air with his wonton soup. The kid had managed to de-gravitate a small volume of space in front of him and the soup floated as if in a meditative yogic posture. "These wiz kids.." thought Mr. Ind, "getting smarter by the day.. no wonder the FBG (Federal Bureau of Gravitation) is having so much trouble..Mr. Chi.. or Mr. Jap, whoever must be a proud father."
The space-hostess entered the capsule. The soup fell back neatly into the bowl. Somehow, robots had never replaced space-hostesses. She started, "Please fasten your seat belts. Your anti-jerks have been activated and G increased by 26.4%. The bus ran into a meteor shower. We are cut-off from the bus-hive. We are on independent navigator."
Suddenly, everyone lurched forward. "It must have been a massive collision...." thought everyone, " to make an impact despite the anti jerker!!" All eyes were on the consteller now. "Navigator striker meteor, 11 fin in diameter. Detour taken. Route beyond map-scope. 30? to the paik, 35? to the paik, 40? to the paik. Returning to trajectory. 120? to the saik, 125? to the saik, 130? to...th....129?....128? unable to return to trajectory. ..return failure. Return failure..unmapped black hole detected..." Suddenly the constellar zapped out. All was dark, except for a faint luminosity. Everyone knew what was happening. "This must be the biggest diasater in megahopsx10z, "said Dr. Aus, giving vioce to everyone's thoughts. They were all being sucked into the black-hole. Soon there would be no light at all.
The emergency exit of the capsule opened. In no time, everyone would be left entirely to their own devices.
In other words, each one would be ejected with no devices at all, save V-lungs. Mr. Fra was released, and pressing his nose to the window, Mr. Ind saw him hurtle into the black core till the speck had disappeared. Many people had logged on to the telesympathy service (free every with Nokya Movile). Light had diminished, but there was still some light as they careened through the border-belt of the sphere of inescapable gravity. In the capsule, some passengers decided to utilize the last moment of their lives for a last chat.
Mrs. Jap : I hope Mr. Jap will finish the sushi in the refrigerator before Taurusshine.
Mr. Rus. : What racer does he have? I have (sniff), had a SUPAH NOVA.
Mrs. Jap : Oh, he had, no... no, he has a SVELTE.. the boot has lots of space for the grocery, you know.
Mr. Rus : My SUPAH NOVA has a streamlined body to attain a maximum speed of....
Mrs Ger and Mr. Eng had been ejected...all with the same fate. It was Mr. Ame's turn. He floated to the exit, a red sign "UV10" flashed, and he was ejected too. Now, Mr. Ind felt himslef carried to the exit. Suddenly, a piercing alarm was set off, a red light flashed and he was thrown off in the opposite direction. As Mr. Ind flew with incredible speed, he felt his limbs elongating and trunk swelling. Regardless of the weird phenomenon, his brain struggled to find an explanation, until he realized what had happened. The capsule, designed to throw out ticket-less travelers had detected him as one and building up a force against its motion, had thrown him into space, away from itself, away from the black-hole! Mr. Ind had not planned to get caught for keeping up the tradition of his ancestors but felt extremely blessed for the smart legal system for once.
Suddenly it struck him that he had not inserted his V-lungs that time. So, how was he breathing in the vacuum? His capacity for anaerobic respiration was barely one millihop. "Surely that must be over by now." Mr. Ind looked down (or up, whichever direction it would be) at his new shock-proof watch and had hardly finished gaping at the irregular timing it showed when he landed on something soft and green, behind a kid called Wolfgang, who was looking at a heap of polythene trash and saying, "The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has ever tried to contact us."
Mr. Ind checked himself for injuries and finding himself in normal dimensions, the configuration of his bones undisturbed and all his body contents within his skin, he proceeded to use his "own devices" and looked around.
"Green hair on the ground, blue sky, organic pillars or sculptures...." Something triggered in his brain. The pages from his history CD flashed through his head. He realized he had been thrown back in time and was on Earth, probably in a place called Jerm-ninny or was it Germany?
He thought, "Wow! A new beginning! A new life! A new me!So.. my breathing is explained... but that temporary expansion in my size.." Mr. Ind bit his lower lip as he pondered over the puzzle. He took out his pen, caught a stray scrap of paper flying in the breeze and jotted down
. The rest is history....