Get Committed to the Asylum
SCUL has finally been committed to an Asylum. We always hoped it would
end up like this, especially because we're talking about the Artisan's
Asylum on Planet Joy. The wardens do promise they'll let us out for
Silent running is a thing of the past -- huzzah! And add to that
huzzah a "boom chicka-boom-boom", a "w0000000000000t", two too-groovy
bass lines, three trumpet voluntaries, and a Fozzy style "waka-waka"
-- not to mention an entire session of Prime Ministers Questions with
Clinton and Parliament.
We packed our physical objects into a series of transports, much
larger on the inside than the outside. After a brief jaunt through
hyperspace, we re-compressed into our new surroundings, a bit tired
from the journey, and in need of bar nuts and a towel.
We explored our new sub-sector of space as Q navimigated us on an
experimental reconnoitering mission to explore our new sub-sector of
space on an exploratory mission of reconnaissance. (Hmmm, I think
there's still some apparent out-of-phase signal delay from the
hyperspace jump -- must get to that soon.)
The space-lanes nearby are wide and largely open, with a few useful
arteries to get us from hither to yon. We encountered beautiful
industrial vistas, including an entire nebula / asteroid belt filled
with dihydrogen monoxide! (Sure beats the 19980222x - 20030929w
methane storms on Venus!)
After a long mechanical, it was time to return from our journey and
respond to a distress call right near our new headquarters.
Our fleet's worth of lasers and sonic disruption systems proved a
welcome relief to those earth-lings who had no idea what to do with
the black-hole opening up right next to their dance-floor. Our orbital
formations proved beyond funk-busting, and many hi-fives were earned
After some much needed groove, we chopped our way back to our new home
planet -- and enjoyed the sound of our super-sweet posisonic landing