“Should be? This uncertainty at your level is beyond belief.”
“Mathematical probabilities and time are what I specialise in.”
“How could you know we’d get at that particular time of the planet’s scientific progress?”
“I added an inbuilt memory of the future inside the capsule, a circuit that projects itself in the history of future and stores itself. It can be viewed as an electronic future history book on any computer.”
“—Shut up!” Captain Starcrusher says, “we shall get to this bottom of it when the time is right, back home and in a space agency court”, as he follows the others eager to discover this new world and to mingle: Birdseye, Labaguette, Captain Traumatic have left the Insatiable Princess and are finally stepping onto solid grounds. They join an eclectic crowd comprising creatures of all kinds and, it seems, they fit because most creatures they cross path with barely lift an eyelash: creatures of all shapes, sizes and colours who are concentrating on their portable electronic mini-hour glass that combines the limited technology of an era when time gazing was an art form, and each and every grain of sand that could be seen falling felt as if eternity was real, with the innovative and available expedient time travel of year 4,398.
But Labaguette and Birdseye, in a way, stand out: all of the flying objects and vehicles are manmade. There are no birds.
They enter a bar. There too, you would think that when three cosmonauts, a king-fool, a tall man-bird, a parrot and a pirate from the past step in, they would inevitably attract attention but, except a bar tender with a single suspicious eye and mind, more concerned about the contents of his till, not a single creature raises an eyebrow.
To be continued…