Sunday April 12, 2009
Book 11: Massively Parallel — Part I: High Olympus Command
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Narrator: Aboard the aft segment of the still-in-two-pieces mercenary warship Touch-And-Go. . .
High Olympus 'Bot: We're just about ready to make the join, but there's a hitch.
Narrator: (Kerchak's pants are still three hundred and sixty-three hours away._
Elf: We didn't order any hitches. What's the problem?
High Olympus 'Bot: We need everybody off the ship, but the girl in the processing core won't leave.
Elf: What girl? Ventura's been taking meals in her quarters for two weeks now.
High Olympus 'Bot: Ventura. . . that's the one. She frightens us, and chases us away.
Elf: Take me there.
High Olympus 'Bot: Can I just give you directions?
Narrator: High Olympus Shipyard, Fabber Feed Six. . .
Elf: Aardman! Break into Ventura's quarters and report to me immediately.
Aardman: Is something wrong, Commander?
Elf: Less talk, more breaking and entering.
Elf: Ventura! What are you doing here!
Para Ventura: Working.
Elf: Why does suit telemetry say you're still in your quarters back in the yards?
Para Ventura: Because that's what I told it to say. Telemetry hacks are kids' stuff. I've been working without you pestering me for twelve days now.
Elf: But, WHY?
Para Ventura: Because I can.
Elf: You know, I could use that same reasoning to twist your head off and feed it to the fabber.