March 16th,
2037
1005
Dear Space Diary.
The lightdogs are almost all green now. And green was the mode used to, well, pretty much tear up everything in their path.
We’re in their path.
…Ok, Mary, can you hear me?
“Of course I can hear you. You’re standing right next to me.”
Ok, good. What we’re –
“You’re not even whispering.”
Great. Shut up. What we’re going to do is slowly back away, ok?
1005
Dear Space Diary.
The lightdogs are almost all green now. And green was the mode used to, well, pretty much tear up everything in their path.
We’re in their path.
…Ok, Mary, can you hear me?
“Of course I can hear you. You’re standing right next to me.”
Ok, good. What we’re –
“You’re not even whispering.”
Great. Shut up. What we’re going to do is slowly back away, ok?
“Ok.”
Good. And
starting… now. Back up.
1006
You’re
backing away?
“I’m backing
away.”
Well done.
Ok. We’ve passed two rows of lightdogs already. Well done. How many are there
to go?
“Uh, well
they’re a bit difficult to count, but at a guess I’d say… 30 rows.”
…Right. Mary
I have a favour to ask.
“Yes?”
Next time
you decide to fly into a blind rage and charge straight into the middle of a
group of benign robots that turn out to be ominous robots with the possible
option to turn into murderous robots…
“Yes?”
Next time,
don’t do that.
“Ok.”
Great. Go
team.
1009
Ok, that’s six
more rows. We’re making good progress. There’s nothing to be worried about.
“Except –“
NOTHING to
be worried about.
“Except that
they’re all green now.”
…Shall we
back up a bit faster?
“Good idea.”
Excellent.
1011
12 rows. Ok,
just a little faster. A little faster. What is it that kills you in these
situations?
“Lasers?”
No, wrong.
Yes, the lasers play a part. A very painful part. But it’s fear. Fear kills
you. Also beauty kills beasts, didn’t I hear that once? Anyway. Fear is what is
going to kill us. So we have to have no fear. It’s like a virus. No fear.
“No fear.”
Exactly
right.
1015
19 rows.
Brilliant. You see, we’re more than halfway. All we have to do is keep calm and
keep to the plan.
“I think
that one’s looking at me.”
Screw the
plan. RUN!
1016
25 rows. Are
you ok Mary? You’re not having trouble keeping up? Don’t get left behind!
“What are
you talking about, I’m ahead of you!”
…Wait for
me!
1017
29 rows! We’re
nearly there! All we have to do is… Oh dear.
“What is it?”
The lasers
are on! They’re firing!
“What are we
going to do?”
Running
sounds good! Keep doing that!
“Good
advice!”
30 rows!
They haven’t hit me yet! Just a few more and – ARGH!
“Are you ok?”
I’ve
tripped! Just get out!
“I can’t
leave you!”
Sure you
can! I know it’s tough, but you can survive without me. I believe in you!
“No it’s not
that! I can’t push the spaceship without you!”
Oh. Well you
better get me out then!
“Working on
it! Hold out your hand!”
Got me! I’m
up!
“Great, now
move!”
1018
…32 rows. We
made it.
“Well done.”
…Can’t push
the ship without me?
“Oh, I’m
sorry. I was just scared. I didn’t mean it.”
Thank you.
“I probably
could push it without you.”
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