Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 7)


Nennigross, had she been aware of circumstances in an area far across the Museum of Future Technology from where the four young earplugs and their pet plugmutt stood, might not have uttered those stupid words. This was because, several weeks earlier, the museum had received a visitation from outer space…

A group of trans-galactic prospectors…

…who specialised in core sampling the crusts of any number of strange alien worlds…

…had experienced an anti-matter containment failure in their vessel’s star-drive…

By chance the trajectory of the dying space ship carried it towards a nearby gravity well – that being the planet Earth. With its crew unconscious, the vessel plunged into the planet’s atmosphere…

But because the timing of the arrival of the ship coincided with the Battle of the Museum of Future Technology, no one noticed one more piece of damage incurred during the fight to regain control of the edifice from huge red robots from the future. So when, at the precise moment that victory was officially complete, a celebratory buggy race was held, and one of the spectators, who was known by the name of Gobby…

…discovered a radioactive crater…

…that killed all the competitors with a deadly gas. Fortunately Gobby was blessed with the talent for temporal manipulation, and duly sent them all several minutes into the past; fenced off the crater so that no one would discover it and die horribly; then promptly forgot all about it in the excitement of the race…

But time had passed, and slowly the radioactivity had leached away into the foundations of the museum. This was the time for the survivors of the crash to emerge into the light once more… 

So they did…

“This is nice.” The sole Cable End in the group said as he looked around himself as the prospectors clambered out of the crater. “Although it’s nothing like the planet from which you abducted me many years ago, I do like it.”

“Sod that.” The group’s leader, Brock Putrid grumbled as his eyes took in yet another alien scene. “We don’t have time for your pathetic sensibilities: we’re space prospectors: we need to find a way back to the stars.”

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

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Writer of silly tales, taker of pictures, and all round good egg
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