In another region of the vast emporium known as the Museum of Future Technology – the Research and Development Department to be precise – a group of biological android engineers made their way proudly to an observation position…
Their pride came from their work on the application of a propulsion system brought back to Earth by Dorkan and Dawlish Deathwish aboard the Chi-Z-Sox…
With the help of a glut of unemployed purple earplugs…
…whose talent for screwing things together…
…was hardly legendary, but whose wage expectations were low, the biological androids had shoehorned the alien motor into a locally built flying saucer. Now they stood to attention to applaud the mysterious volunteer pilot who had…ah…volunteered to take the amalgam of technologies upon a test flight into orbit…
Her name was Tanganika Chunks, and she had decided to make a grand entrance for her promotional display. So grand, indeed, was the light show, that the three spies – Wigo Rong, Brengun Rooney, and Caleb Rotter – stood in open-mouthed admiration…
“Flipping heck!” Caleb exclaimed. “I aint never seen nothing like it!”
“Me too.” A breathless Brengun added. “The Museum of Abrasive Materials has nothing like this. We have only a dull white shade of lighting – or black, when they turn the lights off: they have green and mauve. Who could have imagined that such a combination would work so fabulously?”
“Is it any surprise that earplugs come here?” Wigo said rhetorically. “Our museum is so dull, it’s a surprise that we haven’t all died of boredom. These pretty lights are enough to make one emotional.”
Meanwhile Tanganika Chunks had stepped into a more regular kind of light…
And as she accepted the applause of her peers and new-found fans…
…she said: “Hi, guys. Are we gonna light the blue touch-paper tomorrow? Are we gonna show the world just how great Androids and Purps can be? I say ‘right on, brother‘. Let’s get it on!”
With that she turned away…
…and walked across the short distance…
…that led to a huge picture window, through which she could see the setting sun as it dipped behind the hills that stood behind the Museum of Future Technology, and imagined, in her mind’s eye, the ship she would pilot the very next day…
“Ooh-er.” She said to herself. “I hope I can remember which button is the ‘Go’ button; and which one is ‘Self Destruct’.”
© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018