A King-Fool can be wise, very wise, so much so that such potent amalgamation of King and Fool multiplies its inherent wisdom to infinity, or so would one believe. But, as desirous as he may be to demonstrate intelligence, pride, nobility and all such royal and pedantic characteristics, this King-Fool ends up doing the opposite and acts naively and very, very stupidly as one who thinks it is best to hand over present and future time capsules to a cosmonaut with a penchant for the law, in space.
“If these are the copies, where are the originals?” he even asks.
“We hold the originals. They are protected under the Law of Time. They cannot be used unless all else fails.”
“We’ve reached the last resort, the no-return point where we’ve no other option but to use the originals, haven’t we?” the King-Fool insists.
“What was started must be finished. This is based on pure scientific facts: we have no proof that an irregularity has been committed.”
“We have, you know so. You said so.”
“Knowing differs from knowing for a fact. This situation has never been tested up until now.”
“You said that the shuttle’s instruments are disabled and generating undetectable time particles of unknown substances and magnitude.”
“That was then. This is now.”
“You’re wasting time.”
“We’re suspended in time. We must use the two copies first. Only if these fail to deliver shall we be allowed to use the originals.”
“This means damage has been done,” Labaguette continues, “I know so because I’m experienced in Space Rules and I know that in space anything’s possible, you’re the living proof of it.”
“Shut your crap-all-talking bird, Captain or I’ll have him confined in a rogue time capsule of his own!” Captain Starcrusher orders.
To be continued…