Sunday June 1, 2003
Narrator:Uncharted waters - a navigator's nightmare, an explorer's challenge. . . and a fugitive's friend.
Ennesby:I've done a passive scan, and now have answers to our two most pressing questions
Ennesby:First, on our current course we're not going to hit anything, and nothing is going to hit us.
Second, it looks like we're alone here, so this is probably a good place to hide.
Tagon:Okay, then. What else can you tell us about the system?
Ennesby:Well, it has two rocky inner planets, two gas giants, and a pretty impressive debris ring.
Tagon:You mean an asteroid belt, like the one in Sol System?
Ennesby:There are asteroids in it, but no, that's not what I said.
Ennesby:Sol System's asteroid belt isn't visible to the naked eye.
Tagon:So what is it? Gas? Ice crystals?
Ennesby:It's a melange.
Tagon:I didn't ask what color it is.
Ennesby:And I didn't tell you.
Tagon:So. . . melange isn't a color, then.
Ennesby:No, it means 'mixture,' and implies random variety.
Ennesby:As in "your vocabulary is a curiously small melange of quick grunts and words of not more than three syllables."
Tagon:You could have picked a more useful sentence, you know. Like one that tells me what the melange-colored ring is made out of.