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Book: High-Tech Green Thing
Chapter 8: The Well-Padded Chair

“Update, please.” High-Tech Green Thing said, looking at the cockpit’s display surfaces.

“THE PLANET HAS BEEN DESTROYED.”

“Great. What about the slime?”

“THERE IS NO DETECTABLE SLIME WITHIN SCANNER RANGE.”

“Even greater!” High-Tech Green Thing said with glee. “We won! I’ll pay a personal visit to our passengers and let them know the good news.” He operated a couple of controls on the arm of his well-padded chair. Immediately the chair rotated 180 degrees and began a short but thrilling journey through the access tunnels of the flying machine.

It only took fifteen seconds for High-Tech Green Thing’s well-padded chair to deliver him to the rear cabin. All the villagers had crowded round the bar at the back, and they looked miserable. Jock the apeworm was still unconscious and strapped to his chair. Ysabell was sitting in front of the display screen. She was watching a replay of her planet’s destruction, and she was looking the most miserable of them all.

High-Tech Green Thing spoke. “Ysabell, my dear. Glad to see your keeping up on current events.”

She replied quietly. “I can’t believe that our world is gone.”

“It is a little hard to take in, isn’t it? You’re a strong-willed young thing. You’ll come to terms with it shortly.”

Ysabell wanted to change the subject. “What are all these paintings of animals?” She pointed to the images of foul-looking creatures that adorned the walls.

High-Tech Green Thing explained. “They are paintings of all the creatures that I have saved your ancestors from over the last three centuries. Surely your parents and grandparents told you about them?”

“Yes, but I thought they were simply folk tales.”

High-Tech Green Thing was offended. “Certainly not! I fought and killed them with cunning and great bravery.”

Ysabell sniffled. “Sorry. You have certainly been around a long time, and seen a lot of strange things, haven’t you?”

“Indeed I have. But you have witnessed the strangest of them all with me.”

“The slime?”

“What else!”

She nodded, and then looked over at Jock. “I’m worried about him. He’s been unconscious for a long time.”

High-Tech Green Thing agreed. “Yes. Not normal. I’ll send him to the sickbay for treatment.” He pressed a few buttons on the arm of his chair. Jock’s chair shot forwards and disappeared into an access channel. “He’ll be fine now.”

The other villagers had noticed the presence of High-Tech Green Thing and approached.

High-Tech Green Thing addressed them. “My dear villagers, as you are probably aware, the planet on which you have lived all your lives has been destroyed. I didn’t want to do it but, well, I had no choice. I’m sure you understand.”

Mayor Billshot, supported by the Sprag cyborg, staggered through the crowd and stood unsteadily in front of High-Tech Green Thing. “What now, green hero?” he slurred. He turned and vomited over Sprag.

“I will take you to another planet and build you a remarkable new village.”

The mayor raised his glass. “Very decent of you, green hero.” He took another large swig of beer, burped, and then vomited on Sprag once again.

High-Tech Green Thing nodded. “You’re most welcome.”

The mayor turned and addressed his fellow villagers. “At least one good thing has come from all this.” He raised his glass once more, splashing beer over several of his companions. “That old bat, Mrs Wabble, is dead!”

A huge cheer erupted from the villagers. They began dancing and whooping with delight. Mr Manky Yak, the village’s hairy old animal slaughterer, waved his meat cleaver in the air. Janis, Bilbarph, and Kank, the three you children of Jim and Ani Wartfungus, leapt up and down with unashamed glee.

The flying machine’s computer spoke. “CONDITION RED: THE SLIME IS CONGEALING AROUND THIS VESSEL. HIGH-TECH GREEN THING IS REQUIRED IN THE COCKPIT IMMEDIATELY.”

“Oh dear.” High-Tech Green Thing said. “Must go.” He flicked a switch on his well-padded chair. The chair spun round and headed back into the access channel. “Strap yourselves in. This is going to be an amazing acceleration experience.”

High-Tech Green Thing sped down an access channel. “Get us out of here.” He ordered.

Resonant waves of energy passed through the flying machine as the vessels main drive system powered up. High-Tech Green Thing grinned as the forces of acceleration pummelled his body. Light speed was achieved in seconds.

High-Tech Green Thing arrived at the cockpit.

“Danger!” The messenger bird squawked.

“Danger indeed.” High-Tech Green Thing replied. “Situation update, please.”

“THE SLIME FRAGMENTS HAVE RECONSTITUTED AND HAVE ATTEMPTED TO ABSORB THIS VESSEL. CURRENT VELOCITY: LIGHT SPEED. SLIME STATUS: SPREADING RAPID THROUGHOUT THIS SOLAR SYSTEM.”

“Hmm… Things are getting very interesting. Perhaps a little too interesting. Give me options.”

“THERE IS ONLY ONE OPTION: CONTINUE ON OUR CURRENT TRAJECTORY UNTIL A DISTANCE OF THIRTY BILLION KILOMETRES BEYOND THE EDGE OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM IS REACHED. ENERGISE AND RELEASE THE SOLARISER RAY INTO THE CENTRE OF THE SOLAR SYSTEM AND CAUSE THE STAR TO GO SUPERNOVA. THE ENTIRE PLANETARY SYSTEM AND THE SLIME WILL BE OBLITERATED.”

High-Tech Green Thing was shocked. “Really? Well, if you think it’s the only option then I guess we’ll have to do it. How long until we reach the safe distance at maximum velocity?”

“ONE HOUR AND TWELVE MINUTES.”

“Ah! Enough time for a small snack and a short nap. Go to maximum velocity, and keep an eye on the slime. Make sure it doesn’t catch up with us. I’ll be back soon.”

High-Tech Green Thing pushed a few buttons on his well-padded chair. The display screen in the chair’s arm requested a destination. He selected ‘Galley’. The chair turned round and shot into the access channel at the back of the cockpit.

A crescendo of sound passed through the flying machine as it accelerated beyond the speed of light. For just a moment it seemed that time itself was shimmering and sparkling.

High-Tech Green Thing arrived at the flying machine’s well-equipped galley. He rubbed his gloved hands together. “Time to feast like there’s no tomorrow!”

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