Sunday April 22, 2012
Book 13: Random Access Memorabilia — Part II: Write


NARRATOR: Aboard the mercenary warship Touch-And-Go in close patrol around Oisri...

SCHLOCK: You're still here, ambassador?

AMB. GAV: I'm here for the duration, it would seem.

SCHLOCK: Oh.  Sorry to drag you out here, then.

AMB. GAV: It's not your fault.  They were about to rotate me away from the Parnassus Dom embassy anyway.

Gavcorps wants a "baseliner" Gav here as a liaison.  When I showed up with your tree, they invited me to stay.

AMB. GAV: Wait... I guess it is your fault.  Apology accepted.

SCHLOCK: So, where is 'here,' exactly?  What's going on?

AMB. GAV: Oh, yeah.  You've got no memory of this.  Okay, let's sharpen my briefing skills:

AMB. GAV: Oisri is a millions-of-years old artifact under around six and a half klicks of dirty snowball.  It projects a powerful gravitational mask, and has been doing this for a very long time.

It's worth a lot of money.  Gavcorps hired the Toughs to protect it, and them, while they figure out what exactly it is.

AMB. GAV: Six days ago a technician was killed in a mechanical accident.  Your own fatal misadventure was an unhappy distraction from the investigation into why his headless corpse was walking around.

SCHLOCK: Is it still doing that?

AMB. GAV: He's still walking around, yes, but his head grew back so I've been told he's not nearly as interesting to watch.

Your doctor has been logging twenty-hour days alternating between resuscitation efforts on you, and an investigation into the very nifty blood nannies the transmogrified Gavs here have.

AMB. GAV: The research here is a mad scramble.  Four days ago the dig got to the artifact's surface.  Nobody knows what's inside yet.

SCHLOCK: That's too bad.

AMB. GAV: Don't worry.  I'm sure they'll figure it out soon.

SCHLOCK: No, it's too bad I missed the zombie.