Starblog 5768 – Return from Oncier
GONG! After the successful test of the Klikiss Torch on the gas-giant Oncier I took flight before the first of the terraforming crews set out to process the freshly thawed moons. With the blessing of Masterjedi for positive results from this experiment I departed with dried figs, turkish apricots, and a slab of snowflake obsidian to find the heart of the forest and meditate on creation. My creation.
While on my head heels pointed at the heavens I envisioned a world with no humans. No conduit for the ever present qi which flows in wide bands and waves searching for intelligence. A world where plants and animals, the elements incarnate fight for survival over the finite resources available thus forming a symbiotic relationship with each other becoming dependent resources vital to the others existence, necessary for procreation and reclaimation. Then everything went black. Gong!
A black garter snake striped in pale cream slithered up to my upside down head and flicked its tongue exploring my lips and up turned nostrils. I held balance and blew a kiss… Inter-species love is alright. Its all about the inter dimensional conection and that anatomy weirdness but…
Gong! Onomatopoeia. Cuckoo. Cuckoo. One more time. Thwack! Wake up people. Sign the petition. This is not a picnic and though I get and A plus on my bloody importance I turn to amaranth for my salvation and my breakfast. Where are those figs??
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