I will post excerpts from various writings daily.
"Impossible," Captain said. "Finding the map on Earth would be tantamount to leaving the key inside the lock. How could the map be on Earth?"
"Not map," Tom said. "Map and key, Captain, plural, that's what Old Tom says. There are two halves to it. That's why it took so long to find the keys, or make 'em for that matter. Obog discovered them on Earth. We be listening as always to Old Obog, with the ears about our heads, Captain, and we heard him clear as the gloss of your eye, we did."
There was that name again: Obog. Captain inhaled, sat on his heels, and with a forceful mental exertion, he batted away the fury that name invoked. There were so many memories of that man, that thing, and none of them pleasant.
"Earth," Captain finally said, after the head-buzzing quieted. "The map and key, plural, are on Earth. Inside the genetic code of two of hissss Kindred."
"Yes, Captain," Tom said. Fuzzy and Daz beside him nodded in approval.
They were in collusion, Captain realized. Tom had first told the other two of the crew members, then set the course, and finally notified him of the change. After all, Tom was the ship's pilot and first mate, and he was correct: he was following the order to find the map. He was also disobeying the order to never return to Earth. It was the very definition of a conundrum.
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3 comments:
Bet he's not in trouble anyway.
A toddler and a coon loose are the same thing? LOL Wasn't it Denis Leary who said that small children are like monkeys on acid?
Oh, that excerpt is interesting. Space, mischief, disobeyed orders. I can see Daz and Fuzzy nodding vigorously.
Wonderful; this is going to be a fun novel.
.......dhole
HAHA, you're making your toddler a racoon. That is brilliant. And apt.!
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