The Time Tamperer (part 51)


Mincey then sent for her personal TV reporter – the brainwashed Rupert Piles…

Stepping on to the huge balcony…

…Mincey began a speech, which she intended everyone – those brainwashed in the museum; and those sent into exile across the Obsidian Plain – should see and hear. Although it’s quite possible that she wouldn’t have wanted Magnuss and Hair-Trigger in the loop, so-to-speak…

…but she didn’t have much choice.

“My dear, dear subjects.” She began.

Immediately alarm bells began ringing inside the heads of Magnuss and Hair-Trigger…

…as they were both familiar with megalomania. “Oh heck, Hairy.” Magnuss complained. “Why does the Museum of Future Technology always seem to bring out the worst in people? Walk these hallowed corridors for long enough; and before the day is out it’s time to plan for world domination.”

Of course, they weren’t the only viewers who remained compos mentis. The four T.W.I.T operatives, the zombie duo, and the catering triplets, had all gathered around a monitor…

…and were listening to Mincey as her voice grew shriller and shriller whilst she expounded the virtues of her absolute rule: “And nasty dry toilet tissue is outlawed from this moment onwards.” She continued. “Of course anyone who fancied a spot of dissent will be taken out on to the Wide Blue Yonder and have their underpants shoved down their throat. Just thought you ought to know. So, in summation, Piggies DuPong is toast. Remember that. From now on its Hail to Mincey. Okay? Good.”

By chance, the Omnipresent Scanner locked on to their receiver, which pleased Magnuss and Hair-Trigger, because other than Tanganika, they had – so far at least – appeared to be the only earplugs in a position to resist the former actor…

They smiled because now there were potential allies…

They watched as those potential allies turned away from the darkened monitor. Quickly Hair-Trigger spoke into a microphone. In the corridor, those hearing her voice…

…were surprised and sceptical. Especially when Hair-Trigger made the rash promise to whomever was listening that she and Magnuss would bring down ‘that trash-talking rat-bag, Mincey Muir’.

Pixie and Saxon went into an impromptu conference…

“What do you reckon?”  Saxon asked. “It could be a trick.”

“You’re asking me?” Pixie replied. “You who helped murder Piggies Du Pong!”

“I didn’t know it was poison.” Saxon complained. “I just thought he’d poop in his pants or something. But that’s by-the-by: do we respond, or not?”

“By the Saint of All Earplugs.” Magnuss’ disembodied voice boomed. “Switch on your monitor: let’s have a face-to-face.”

Moments later…

“There, that’s better.” Magnuss said as he and Hair-Trigger appeared on-screen. “We’re recent arrivals from the future; we’re not entirely au fait with current events; what information can any of you give us?

Further moments later, having heard every one of the earplug’s responses, Magnuss and Hair-Trigger began to wish they’d never asked the question…

The situation was worse than they’d thought: the Nevertron could destroy everything that had ever, or would ever, exist.

“Urk” Hair-Trigger gurgled.

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2018

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