Junior Earplug Adventures: Natural Selection (Part 24)


Whilst this slightly faulty technological miracle was occurring upon Mars, far, far away Magnuss, Nennigross, and Lucian were witnessing a miracle of their own. By stepping into the nexus of galactic ley lines, the three earplugs had triggered a super-massive rend in the forces that bind space and time…

It seemed, to Magnuss at least, that the vast dislocation of space/time must be pointing the way home for the three of them. So, concentrating upon the darkness at the heart of the disruption, Magnuss reached out across the immeasurable void. A second later…

…he felt himself drawn into a bottomless well – not unlike the well into which he and Hair-Trigger Provost had fallen, and through which they had traversed the space between realities…  

…only in a different colour. And the visual effect had a very different appearance too…

…as they seemed to be walking across a crimson sky.

For Magnuss, the following visual phenomena seemed to follow an arc across his time in the Museum of Future Technology. For example he saw a strange negative image of himself swimming in a phosphorescent river with his brothers, Miles and Chester…

…and felt slightly embarrassed when he recalled how delighted he’d been when the river’s multifarious bubbles tickled his ass. But even as the thought formed, the image was replaced – obscurely, by the cork-god, Ballington Cork, as he assumed command and control of the T.W.I.T HQ, Swotten Hetty…

This was quickly followed by an image of the Zombie leadership during the short-term zombie apocalypse…

Magnuss struggled to make sense of this experience. Was something, or someone, trying to guide him? To send him directions? But, even as these questions occurred to him, the image changed once more…

It was an image of himself – flying for the first time, with a jet pack. And he realised that he must allow himself to go into the light. So he did. And Nennigross and Lucian clung on to his shirt tails while he did it. And by doing so they saved themselves, because…

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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