“It’s to do with the way you think. The more you think sideways – and I’ve got me revolving eyes as proof – and outside your square wired skull, the more your eyes will spread apart and move on the far side of your head. Then only, will you begin to think differently. Then, you’ll begin to understand and feel free because you’ll begin to think for yourself. But first, you must let go of your wired hair. You should shave that mop.”
Captain Traumatic draws his sword and prepares to cut the Commander’s hair.
“What do you think you’re doing? Do you wish to kill me? Our hair is connected to our skull by our thoughts as it helps us sense creatures and objects in space even if we can’t see them and spin them up. We take a lot after bats.”
“I read a book that maintains that—“
“—Enough of your unconvincing babble, you’re up to your eyeballs in shit, roaming the Universe lost and unable to find a direction of your own. Tell me Captain, what makes you think your sense of direction will open my eyes on way or another?”
“There’s only so much I can read about Spinostress and so much I can learn about her through books. You see, I need to know what her people know and feel about her. People with first-hand knowledge and experience with her, people like you, not books, not whispers.”
“It all began some time ago, when our hair was still soft and shiny under the five moons rays. She looked striking then…”
To be continued…©