Boy, hectic life!
Well, I think I've got the rest of the story back (it's still on a disc in my room) and I did already have this next one, I just haven't been here for one reason or another. Anyway, where were we?
Chapter 11
Splat
I ducked as the laguateeny flew through the hole. It flew straight above my head and, instead of attacking me, attacked and ate the fleeches.
Then it turned and charged at me, well, not really charged but more flew at an average speed. Then it stopped by my face and lowered down and perched on my shoulder, purring happily!
I immediately realised what was happening, like someone was standing to one side, telling me. A laguateeny will imprint on a laguameacy that helps it to follow a basic survival instinct (eg. find food) and will follow it everywhere, until it’s old enough to build a cocoon around itself and become another laguameacy. I guessed that this information came from the laguameacy part of me.
I gently stroked the creature on my shoulder and walked towards the now-open spirit door. I turned inside and walked down a pitch-black tunnel. I don’t know how long for. It seemed like I had been walking through the darkness with my hand trailing against the wall for my whole life. Everything outside was just a dream. There was nothing in the world but a long, dark tunnel…
President Martor
I was feeling good. Using the new invention of gold plated robotic arms, originally made of steel for injured sligs but now being made for us glukkons, I took 20 cm long cigarette from a box and lighted it. I then put it in my mouth and leaned back in my chair.
I’d learnt from my most secret sources, that Abe had got in trouble at his village and would be out of action, maybe, for 3 months! And there was no report of 0784556 (who I was beginning to call by his name, Splat). Maybe he was somehow killed in the destruction of the lab, or perhaps left the area before Abe arrived.
A knock at the door awoke me from my thoughts.
I called for the visitor to enter my office. 4521573 (the slig that brought in the report of the destruction of the lab, and all the reports on Saturday, Monday and Friday) came in. “I’ve brought the afternoon report sir,” he said.
“Read on,” I commanded.
“Quite mixed news today sir. The train of mudokons from the village arrived, but 432944 and 0432945 where missing and so was the map they drew.”
“The fools probably locked it in the van took off to avoid trouble. Have the mudokons redirected to L:377. They asked for some more guinea pigs. Send the keys there as well.”
“Yes sir. Uh, sir, good news on laquameety. Sales up 49% and those new model greeters have been set up to guard the,” his voice became a whisper as he said the next 2 words: “Enarrakay ootray.” I looked at him, confused. “Ecretsay ingredientay.” I sat, trying to work out what the hell he was going on about. “Laquameety secret ingredient!”
“Ohhhh, that, right. How’s red skin going?”
“Not very well, sir.”
“Crud, Aqua sligs?
“Much better sir, in fact, one prototype swim suit held for 2 hours before the helmet cracked and drowned the occupant!”
“Brilliant! Anything else to report?”
“Uh, yes sir. Um, Splat (I flinched at his name, suddenly expecting the worse) passed through L. H + H. P. this morning. He did minimum damage but killed a flying-slig and ran into Mazia, who caused severe damage to the inside of loading shoot A, in an attempt to catch Splat, who escaped in to Anraar.”
“Crud. Put the temple on full alert and call Mazia to my office. Oh, and put the rewards for catching those 2 down to 40,000,000 and 50,000,000. But add Munch to the most wanted list.”
“Yes sir,” replied 4521573, sounding relived.
“Oh, and bring me the mudokon who mocked you last Monday. It was fun punishing him and I want to do it again.
I'm going on holiday tommorow and i really should go and pack... Oh well! can't be bothered!
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