The Last 1/2 Of A Short Space Story

phillip kent palmer

It was the girl in the doorway who finally spoke. "Captain." She addressed all of us in this hailing. "What if the main pulser-lock is still frozen, too? Couldn't it overload the secondary cylocertians?"

"It's thawed, my dear," began Kuinn, as Jack stood up.

"It could buckle the soloniltoid reflexors at the primary terminals," she persisted.

"....or manufacture toxic antisubtraficial elements," added Enra Lot, the cadets' comrade, and continued, "releasing them into the neurenviro..."

"It's thawed!" Kuinn shouted, his narrow brow pitted against itself in a martial art.

First Studcz Jeff, feeling for the proper words, ventured, "Cap'n, perhaps the jam of the bi-cyclerical transgripperometers could be disengaged momentaril..."

"It's thawed!" twisted Captain Kuinn.

Roger, the Psychoceramic Cerebral Interferometer, initiated itself again, its 'puterized voice sounding vastly from the console speakers. "HAVE REGISTERED NO FURTHER DISTORTIONS OF MASTER DIOPULSTATION TABLE. STOP. WILL YOU DESIRE I SURTINUE CONVEILLANCE. QUERY. STOP. CORRECT LAST ENTRY READ WILL YOU DESIRE I CONTINUE SURVEILLANCE. QUERY. STOP. WAITING," it said.

Olliver Kuinn, the Captain, smiled. "No, thank you," he said into the baited air of the room. "Maintain standard log and sachet, Roger."

"Wilco," quacked the PCI, and closed up shop once more.

"Aha! You see? No signs of remnant dysfunction!" shouted Ollie Kuinn. His face could have been red in a different system, but trhe cabin caught only the spectrum of Tarok III through its portals. His circulation caused him to seem therefore only more green than the others. "Now that we are secured from alert, I suggest that we all find our respective chambers and try to get some..."

A tiny "snap" in the lowerframe antispacial enectrodeomoderizer biponent had precipitated a sort of "belch" from a tertiary dynamatrix oscillimeter unit, which interrupted the Captain by rudely causing the vessel's metamorphosis into a smallish slash of light quickly cut into space, and as quickly healed.

If there had been an atmosphere, I'd have called it a falling star.