Sunday October 6, 2013
Book 14: Broken Wind — Part II: Can Full of Sky

Transcript

NARRATOR: Bristlecone, Captain's Quarters...

GEN. TAGON: Wake up, Boy.  It's time to be useless on your feet instead of on your back.

TAGON: And I thought we were getting along so well...

GEN. TAGON: Sure we are... if by "getting along" you mean "locking ourselves and our friends in an ancient death-trap."

TAGON: Dad... what happened to your ears?

PETEY: I warned you.  I made you take a hard look at your previous record so you could see your many, many failings.

TAGON: Petey?  How'd you get in here?  I thought teraports were jammed.

PETEY: They are.  Hypernode transmissions too.  I can't spare the power to punch through and rescue you, and even if I could, I have no way of knowing where you are.

TAGON: Then how...?  Oh.  I'm just dreaming.

PETEY: "Just" dreaming.  Aren't you paying attention?

Your subconscious knows that you are incapable of wreaking any sort of positive change, and is desperate to explain this to your waking mind!

PETEY: If I were really here, I'd only bail you out so I could lock you up and keep the galaxy safe from you.

TAGON: I thought you were my friend.

PETEY: I am.  Your subconscious really hates your guts, though.