Sunday August 3, 2003
Transcript
Ennesby:These robots are a menace to themselves and anyone around them.
Narrator:Under the sands of an unnamed world, Ennesby-Mind of the mercenary ship Serial Peacemaker-Reports on the true nature of an interloping sail ship.
Ennesby:The debris-ring around this star is the result of their failed attempt to colonize this system. They crashed a gas giant.
Tagon:You mean they crashed into a gas giant?
Ennesby:They did that, too. They crashed one gas giant into another. Apparently the lifting end of the engine choked on some unexpected chemistry, and the thrusting end shoved the engine clear into the diamond core of the gas giant they were piloting.
Ennesby:By the time the crew got it repaired, they were going too fast to slow down. My guess is that they tried to shed velocity with a series of close passes on other giants in the system, and screwed up that operation, as well.
Ennesby:It's a miracle any worlds in this system survived.
Jevee Ceeta:I bet our primitive friends up on the beach were embarking on true civilization when they got knocked back into the stone age.
Ennesby:Heh. No bet. The fossil record is likely full of pointers to that smoking gun.
Tagon:Smoking gun... That reminds me - I really, really want to shoot them, and then blow smoke out of the barrel of the gun.
Ennesby:Terapedoes don't smoke that way, sir.
Ennesby:I'm sure Kevyn could arrange for a smoking barrel, though.


