Day 1: 2187.10.24 PET*

Someone always says 'woot' at the commencement of a journey. 'Huzzah', 'Woohoo', or 'Giddy up', punctuated with a seasoning of exclamation marks as per the tastes of the particular year.We decided that, for us, this person would be Hieronymous as he is after all in my employ and, as he explained, I should be the one to benefit from hearing an exclamation that no one has ever heard before, a combination of syllables that no human has before uttered; at sometime during the course of our first 12 hour stint. He agreed not to tell me when, nor to give away any clues as to the particular sounds he would deliver. I asked what he should get in return and he said that he would be the one to say it. He didn't disappoint. Hieronymous T Bumbly, humble manservant to a man commonly described as "unruly". Quite, patient, forthright, salt-of-the-earth Bumbly expelled his lungs and verbalized the emotions of the moment in a way that no amount of spelling could do justice to. We were going to the edge of the galaxy. Then we let off fireworks, because fireworks in space need to be seen to be believed.

* Paris Earth Time

The journey of Rahj Hadid and Hieronymous T Bumbly is first mentioned in Bumbly Goes Forth.


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Ideas and nightmares

In answer to one of those perpetual questions, "where do your ideas come from?". While usually best left unanswered, or rationally explained as the natural process of digesting the sensorium one soaks in, sometimes, just sometimes, one has a nightmare. I have learned, overtime, to embrace them, though I may wake clothed in sweat, visions of places I've never been fading from my mind as if they were never there. When they happen they are often some of the strangest thoughts, the most bizarre twistings of my waking reality that one tries to remember as much as one can. Nightmares are not rational, not afterwards anyway. The following dream was quite narratorial and I hope one day to develop it further into a story of intergalactic warfare. I wrote this straight after waking and, as is becoming common for me, much of the wording passed through my mind as the dream progressed, internal monologue style.

The first explosion didn't shake us.

I noticed a curious zephyr of orange-coloured dirt fountaining into the sky. This was joined by rocks and I pointed for my lover to watch. The rocks grew bigger, one by one, and the dirt stopped and only blocks rose and flipped up. It started about 200 metres away, behind some trees and a row of two-storey shops. It seemed to slow and we, along with the crowd around us, thought it would stop before it reached us. Of course, it did not. The slowing was only relative, each block became distinct from the source; landing and crushing what was beneath it. We started to run, but a flyover was crumbling above us, we did our best to dodge the fall of its fractured pieces. I held her and shielded her as I do when she is cold.

That part ended and we looked back from whence it had begun. A rattle spread out, fast as an explosion, a clackety metal sound that came at us and went past before we could react. There was no reaction that would have saved us. I wanted to whisper, "don't move," but doing so may have meant my death. I tried to communicate this though, by squeezing her tightly, making it clear I wouldn't let her go. I wanted to whisper, "traps," so she knew what was happening.

I recognised the attack, we had simulated it happening many times; although I couldn't be sure what restrictions the traps would impose. They merely lay themselves through me, one filament at a time, cutting without cutting and threading their tension over my organs.

It seemed Earth had, at last, come to reclaim us.

Trans-temporal interview pt 2

SD: The question was not meant to be literal! What I'm referring to is the misunderstandings that inevitably spring up because of the centuries between us. I can't shake the suspicion that this interview is is an amusing jaunt for you! An opportunity for a sociological investigation, prodding the primitives with a stick! Or am I being too suspicious? Bumbly: No, no, no, good sir. Not too suspicious at all. It is very amusing, but not in a malicious fashion. Should I not be enjoying this interchange? (if so, perhaps this is a primitive attitude I am not sensitive to). Please advise.

SD: Well, I'm not sure. This is a serious business. That doesn't preclude the possibility of pleasure. But it's not to be encouraged for its own sake, certainly! Is your own era a particularly mischievous one? Or are you just a mischievous fellow?! Are any of you capable of taking things seriously? 

Bumbly: Surely it can't be too serious. Don't forget you're four centuries dead from my standpoint. That particular novelty won't wear out soon for me.

But, to be clear, and earnest, you may fairly classify me as mischievous, if you must, but I shall refrain from making generalisations about the society of my time as any willing to make such commentary most likely suffers from limited sampling and severe pareidolic biases.

Furthermore, seriousness and pleasure need not be mutually exclusive do they?

SD: Ah! I spot the rhetorical trick sir! Your little straw man doesn't faze me! I never claimed they were mutually exclusive. But it so happens that some things are more serious than others. This golden rule has persisted for centuries, and I can't see any good reason why it won''t last another four or so and span yours as well! You broach subjects that most sensible men would label important, and worthy of serious, sombre consideration. Surely there's still something approaching a settled consensus on this subject in your era?! Most of the weighty fellows of your century would agree with me, I'm sure. A modicum of earnestness is appropriate! 

Bumbly: I presume by weighty you speak metaphorically? And one can only presume that "men" includes women, mangotans and humunculi; we collectively and generally refer to all sentient creatures as "people"...

You may not have said they were mutually exclusive, per se, but you continue to imply it is so. I shall put mathematical symbols in as I hear they are popular in your time. You say serious = sombre, but this is an assumption on your part. When confronted with the horrors of the world (by world I of course mean the civilized areas of the galaxy and by civilized I mean people reside there, not conveying any sense of development or society), the natural reaction is thoughtful, somber and earnest; but when in reflection, if one is determined to be dour then the results of your meditation are largely predetermined and the consideration is only for show.

On your second query, of consensus, perhaps if we limit the scope to possible areas of consensus, such as near-Earth; ecumene that have enough interaction that a survey could be done—then I'm sure any arbitrary question would find a range of answers, one of which would naturally be the highest scoring, as per the logical outcome of such contests. Is this what you refer to?

SD: Mangotans and humunculi certainly, but probably not women! Hahah! Am I correct? Hahaha! Ahhh, dear.

Bumbly: I am lost for a response.