Monday, April 18, 2011


Apr 18th 2011, 14:25 by E O Hatterpol | KUIPER BELT DAY 14

GOOD afternoon & happy Monday to all my Flybrarians back on Earth!  I've got a progress report to make on the book stack mystery.

I spent the weekend reading books, hanging out at the cafeteria & tidying up my quarters. I finished my chores early yesterday, so I decided to reward my hard work with a few pints down at the Whale's Liver.  Just a nice Sunday afternoon at the pub, you know - nothing heavy.

I don't know what it is, though; I start drinking & just keep at it until bedtime.  The pubhand comes around to take my order; I say "Whaley & steamers"; the ale comes first, so I drink it; the clams finally show up, but I'm not hungry anymore; I just want more beer. So the seafood gets skipped in favour of another pint.

Long story short, I started thinking about what Oru said on Friday. She said I should leave a note for the book stack mystery; after all, if it's been there for a long time, it must know how to read.

I said I was never going back there, but I had enough "liquid courage" in me to cloud my judgment. I grabbed the pubhand's pen, scribbled a quick message on a napkin & worked it down the neck of my empty beer bottle. Then I dashed off through the bowels of the blue whale to the back of the bookshelves.

I went into the half-gloom as far as I dared; it was quiet enough to smother an old man in his hospital bed. I crouched down & bowled the bottle down the aisle. Then I turned tail & got the hell out of there. I didn't even stick around long enough to hear it stop rolling; that place gives me the heebie-jeebies now, even with the hoppy encouragement.

At the time, it seemed like a good idea. What safer way to initiate first contact, right? I'm seeing problems with my plan now.

How am I going to check to see if there's a response? Do I just waltz into the gloom & muck about? Check some kind of community message board for creepy things that stalk the forgotten sections of the starship?  Tell somebody on the ship that I actually think it's haunted?

I doubt even the Right Hemispheres would be able to back me up on that one. What am I going to do?


  1. Step one complete! I am elated that you have taken the first step towards official contact! Don't worry, we're all here with you!
    As for seeing if there is a response... Hmm... Perhaps you could wrangle a friend into going with you. Perhaps to help you look for a book you had seen the other day? You're a clever man I know you'll think of something!
    Good Luck, EO!


  2. Thanks, Oru! Definitely need to put my noggin to this one. We'll figure something out!

  3. Oh, yes, by all means waltz! Dancing calms the nerves and confuses the goodie out of potential predators all in one go!

    Keep writing!

  4. WHO WOULD have thought of the extraordinarily salty conditions under which I finally found the bottle? Not me, that's for sure.

    These comments definitely add a crazy spacetime dislocation to my illustrated space opera of a life!