Midnight Burger
Chapter 34: Three Sisters.
We hear STrange birds calling in the distance. We are on an Alien planet. Nearby we can hear a camp full of people talking and children playing. In the distance we begin to hear intermittent gunfire, as if someone is doing target practice. We hear a communicator activate.
Kazi:
Teta, can I speak with you?
The gunfire continues.
Kazi:
Teta?
The gunfire continues. Kazi begins to walk towards the gunfire. It gets closer and closer until it’s deafening. With each shot we can hear something explode.
Kazi:
If you turn off your communicator I have to come all the way over here to talk to you.
Teta:
I didn’t turn it off.
Teta resumes target practice.
Kazi:
Supplies are getting low in the camp, do you think this planet has any food sources?
Teta:
Where are we again?
Kazi:
Azules.
Teta:
Where the fuck is Azules?
Kazi:
I don’t think that matters.
Teta:
What would you like me to do? Start killing things until I find something that tastes good?
Kazi:
That would be fine. Thank you for your help.
Teta:
How long do we stay?
Kazi:
Excuse me?
Teta:
How long do we stay? How long is this supposed to take?
Kazi:
This is our last stop, Teta.
Teta:
Not according to Libuza.
Kazi:
I think you know what I mean.
Teta:
So we just stay here until it all falls into place?
Kazi:
How many times have we been over this plan?
Teta:
You know I don’t listen during the planning meetings.
Kazi:
Start listening, then.
Teta:
There’s a kid in the camp, I think he’s from Lemonier. All he does all day is find rocks and sticks to make a model of the house he’s going to live in once we get there. He doesn’t know where “there” is, and neither do we but he knows what his house is going to look like. He is now running out of things to add to his house, because he’s been doing it for so long.
Kazi:
Why should I know about this?
Teta:
Because if we lose that kid, we lose everybody.
Kazi:
Anyone at this camp is free to leave anytime they want.
Teta:
No they’re not. Do you know why? Because we’re on Azules. Which I’ve never heard of and neither have you. The only way they can leave is with the ship we came here on. Which means the only way they can leave is by taking the ship from us. I’m not going to let them take the ship from us, which means that if they get fed up and sick of waiting then I’m going to have to start killing people. Which is fine. But I feel like that’s not part of the plan.
Kazi:
They’re welcome to take the ship if they want. This is our last stop.
Kazi starts to walk away then stops.
Kazi:
I’m going to go talk to her, would you like to come?
Teta:
Sure.
We move to an isolated clearing in the woods. We hear a sound rolling in and out, like a digitized ocean.
Libuza:
Node five transferring to eighty-seven in third group... third group move to subset of B in twelfth group... Twelfth group within eighth group within open groups nine, thirty-two, and sixty... spin down.
The sound of the machine gets softer. Kazi and Teta approach.
Kazi:
Libuza.
Libuza:
They won’t steal the ship.
Kazi:
... Good.
Libuza:
They are all too far into the journey to turn back now.
Kazi:
That’s not surprising.
Teta:
Can you tell us if anything on this planet is edible?
Libuza:
I can tell you we won’t find out.
Teta:
Okay... I’m sorry this part still confuses me, does that mean I’m supposed to shoot some animals or does that mean I don’t even try.
Libuza:
It means you wont even try.
Teta:
Okay.
Libuza:
But I don’t know why. That’s not the story I was told.
Kazi:
You were saying you were worried about overheating.
Libuza:
I had to rearrange different data nodes. There’s a low power mode now. It can sleep.
Kazi:
How are the implants?
Libuza:
They hurt less.
Kazi:
Good, it means your body is accepting them.
Teta:
If we stay here much longer the Teds are going to be on top of us again.
Kazi:
We’ll stay here as long as we need to.
Teta:
Seriously, is there any way I can get a time-frame on this?
Kazi:
It doesn’t work that way-
Libuza:
We won’t be here much longer. But they will be coming for us. You should be ready, Teta.
Teta:
Okay. See? Was that so hard?
Kazi:
Libuza, I’m concerned about the weather on this planet, do we need to get the Vistek under cover?
Libuza:
No... we’ll be inside soon.
Far off we hear a loud crack in the air. The diner has just landed.
Teta:
What the fuck was that?
We can hear unrest in the camp.
Kazi:
Libuza?
Libuza:
... It’s here.
Teta:
What’s here?
Kazi:
Libuza, you said a ship.
Libuza:
I think it is... of sorts.
Kazi:
Stay here.
Teta:
I’m coming too.
Kazi and teta begin to walk toward the sound. The unrest in the camp gets louder.
Teta:
What the fuck is that?
Kazi:
(To the crowd.) Everyone remain calm. Stay here. We’re going to investigate.
Teta:
I don’t even... Is it from Earth?
Kazi:
It appears to be... Do you have orbit alerts on?
Teta:
Yeah, if anything shows up near this planet, I’m going to know about it.
Kazi:
No alerts?
Teta:
Nope.
Kazi:
... So it just appeared.
Teta:
I guess?
Kazi:
... I’m going to go inside.
Teta:
We’re both going inside.
Kazi:
Leave the gun here.
Teta:
Why?
Kazi:
Leave. The Gun. Here.
Teta:
... Fine.
Inside the diner, caspar is cleaning the countertop with a spray bottle and a rag.
Song: I’m a Pilgrim, I’m a Stranger by the Imperial QUARTET.
Zebulon:
Appears to be quite a collection of the concerned outside.
Effie:
That’s quite a mess of folks out there, Caspar. You think you’ll be able to handle this many customers? Probably the most we’ve seen thus far...
Zebulon:
Situations such as this calls for soup or perhaps roasting a whole pig.
Effie:
No time for a pig roast and you’d have to wait for soup to boil. I’d get to making sandwiches if I were you, Caspar...
Caspar stops cleaning the counter and walks into the kitchen.
Effie:
... I’m set to give up on this one, dear.
Zebulon:
Surely he can’t ignore us forever.
Effie:
Hush up, here they come. Hoo lord, this is colorful duo.
The door chime sounds as Teta and kazi walk into the diner.
Teta:
This is what we’ve been waiting for?
Zebulon:
And that was “I’m a Pilgrim, I’m a Stranger” by the Imperial Quartet. I’m Zebulon Mucklewain here with my wife Effie.
Effie:
Hi, Y’all.
Zebulon:
And we’re here doing our level best to bring the holy to the holler.
Effie:
Dear, do you know what I was thinking about the other day?
Zebulon:
What’s that, Dear?
Effie:
Bread.
Zebulon:
Really dear?
Effie:
I can really pull a loaf of bread out of that oven can’t I, Husband?
Zebulon:
Oh, you most surely can, dear.
Effie:
Sometimes I’ll look at that loaf of bread cooling on the rack and I’ll just sit back in my chair and I’ll think, “Effie Mucklewain, you have gone and done it again with that loaf of bread, you ought to be in a magazine of some sort.” I’d think to myself “I’d better not share this bread with my neighbors, as they would surely never be able to reach to the great heights to which I have brought them. Any bread they have from here on out will taste like a horse apple.”
Zebulon:
And don’t any of you go asking me how she does it.
Effie:
Oh no, that’s useless. He’s watched me do it a hundred times and yet he’ll try and make a loaf for himself and his bread comes out looking like we’re about the flee the land of the Pharaoh.
Zebulon:
It is truly confounding.
Effie:
But then, when I am at the heights of my confidence, right when I feel I am doing nothing but pulling manna from heaven right out of that oven, what happens?
Zebulon:
What happens dear?
Effie:
Suddenly that grace has left me. Suddenly that bread is as flat as the day is long, and I may as well be making hard tack. And there is no explanation for it. I do everything the same as I always do but something just ain’t right.
Zebulon:
I know to make myself scarce on those days.
Effie:
He does. Because I cannot be spoken to. I’m there in my kitchen, face to the ceiling, saying “Lord. Lord, what the heck are you doing to my bread pan that makes it suddenly produce something not fit for the hogs outside?”
Zebulon:
She is not exaggerating, she definitely speaks to that ceiling.
Effie:
But then I remember the words of my mother. I remember that she always said “The greatest baker in the world can’t out-bake the weather.”
Zebulon:
When the day is not right, it’s not right.
Effie:
And there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it, excuse my language.
Zebulon:
And what should one do on those days, dear? On the days when, despite all efforts, the loaves are not what they should be?
Effie:
Well, Husband, alls you can do is remember that each good day is like a coin. And each of those coins have got another side to them, don’t they? And you can’t have a coin without having both sides of it.
Teta:
What the fuck is this?
Kazi:
I don’t know.
Zebulon:
In keeping with that theme, let’s hear a bit from the Trinity Quartet, “Break Thou the Bread of Life”...
Song: Break Thou the Bread of Life by the trinity quartet.
Teta:
Whoa!
Teta pulls a gun and it powers up.
Teta:
Hold it right there, pal... Are you armed?
Caspar:
I’m not.
Kazi:
I thought I told you to leave the gun outside.
Teta:
I did leave the gun outside, this is the other gun.
Kazi:
... Hello.
Caspar:
Welcome to Midnight Burger.
Kazi:
What is this place?
Caspar:
It’s a diner.
Kazi:
No, it’s not.
Caspar:
Well that’s the only name I have for it.
Teta:
It appeared out of nowhere.
Caspar:
Yeah, it does that.
Kazi:
Who are you?
Caspar:
Caspar.
Kazi:
...He’s an Earthling.
Teta:
How did you get here? Earthlings don’t leave Earth.
Caspar:
Maybe I’m not an Earthling, maybe I’m just good at impressions.
Kazi:
I’ve just scanned your DNA, you’re an Earthling.
Caspar:
Okay, glad we cleared that up.
Teta:
So, what is this place, how did you get here?
Caspar:
I don’t know.
Teta:
You woke up here or something?
Caspar:
I walked in to use the phone.
Teta:
The phone.
Kazi:
It’s how Earthlings talk to each other... Start at the beginning.
Caspar:
Maybe you should start at the beginning.
Teta:
Maybe you should start at the beginning since I’ve got a gun and you don’t.
Caspar:
... I was on Interstate 5 and I needed to use the phone. I saw this place. I walked inside and it was abandoned. The radio started playing... and then... And then the whole thing started traveling.
Kazi:
Traveling how?
Caspar:
I don’t know. Like uh... on a TV show when the ship goes into warp speed or whatever, it was like that.
Teta:
This place.
Caspar:
Yeah.
Teta:
Earthlings don’t have technology like this.
Caspar:
Yeah, no shit.
Teta:
No one does.
Caspar:
And yet.
Kazi:
... Have a look around.
Teta:
What about him?
Kazi:
He’s fine. He’s an Earthling, he couldn’t be less threatening.
Caspar:
Thanks.
Teta:
... Okay. Shout if you need me.
Kazi:
Don’t ignore your comms this time.
Teta:
Yeah, yeah.
Kazi:
... You make it sound like this place abducted you.
Caspar:
Call it what you want. I walked inside and then...
Kazi:
How long have you been here?
Caspar:
I don’t know.
Kazi:
How did you get here?
Caspar:
I told you, I walked in.
Kazi:
You’re on Azules right now, do you know how far from Earth that is? It’s not even in the same galaxy.
Caspar:
... That’s pretty far.
Kazi:
So what I mean is, how did you get from there to here?
Caspar:
I wasn’t on Earth before I came here, I was somewhere else.
Kazi:
Where?
Caspar:
I have no idea.
Kazi:
... So this place just... moves?
Caspar:
Yes. About every twelve hours it leaves, then for about twelve hours it... travels. Then it’s a new place. And then it leaves again. Over and over like that, never in the same place.
Kazi:
... A ship that cannot be steered.
Caspar:
What?
Kazi:
Twelve Earth hours?
Caspar:
Uh, yeah.
Kazi:
We’ll need to move fast, then.
Caspar:
What do you mean?
Teta:
This place is... I don’t get it, there’s no technology, there’s no power source. It’s just... It’s a restaurant from Earth.
Kazi:
There’s no control panel? Nothing?
Teta:
No, it’s fucking weird. I don’t like it.
Kazi:
We’ve got twelve hours.
Teta:
Twelve what?
Kazi:
Twelve Earth hours.
Teta:
Kazi, I don’t like this. In fact I hate it.
Kazi:
This is the plan.
Caspar:
Twelve hours to do what?
Kazi:
Every twelve hours you go somewhere new for twelve hours, is that how it works?
Caspar:
As far as I can tell.
Kazi:
You’re going to have some company for a while.
Caspar:
For a while? What do you mean?
Teta:
We’re really doing this?
Kazi:
How many times do I have to talk to you about the plan?
Teta:
This is insane, we don’t know anything about this place.
Caspar:
What is the plan?
Kazi:
We’ve got twelve hours to get everyone packed and moved.
Teta:
You’re insane.
Kazi:
From the beginning, this plan has been insane. Every step. And after every insane step you are right there along with us, so can we skip the part where you argue with me, please? There’s no time.
Teta:
Shit... okay, here we go.
Kazi:
Get Libuza first and then we’ll move in everybody else.
Teta:
If this kills us, it’s on you.
Kazi:
That’s fine.
Door chime.
Caspar:
Everyone else, what are you talking about?
Kazi:
One moment please, I need to change my circadian rhythms to an Earth schedule.
Caspar:
You need to what?
Kazi:
Shh... Alright... My name is Kazi. That was my sister, Teta. She’s about to get our other sister, Libuza. We have one hundred and sixteen refugees with us. It’s going to be a tight fit, but it won’t be forever.
Caspar:
A hundred and sixteen? Wait... coming in here? For how long?
Kazi:
Our other sister is... a very special person... she can predict things. She knew that this place, whatever it is, was going to show up on this planet, in this place, at this time.
Caspar:
I don’t see how that’s possible.
Kazi:
She also knows that if we stay here long enough, this place will eventually take us to where we need to go.
Caspar:
Eventually? For how long?
Kazi:
I’m not sure how it translates to Earth hours. She’ll be able to tell us, but it will be several... stops, whatever you want to call it.
Caspar:
You’re going to cram all those people in here for God knows how long?
Kazi:
We are.
Caspar:
That’s a bad idea.
Kazi:
How would you know?
Caspar:
I don’t know how long I’ve been here but I think it’s long enough to know that I’m not... I’m not getting back home again. I think if you’re banking on this place taking you where you want to go, you may end up completely lost.
Door chime. Teta is leading Libuza in through the door.
Teta:
Okay, we’re walking through the door now.
Kazi:
... Caspar was it?
Caspar:
Yes.
Kazi:
My sisters and I are fugitives. And the people with us are desperate for a new life in a new place. All of us are lost right now. Once you’re lost, you can’t get more lost.
Caspar:
I can absolutely, without question tell you that that’s not true... I had a lot to do back on Earth. There were a lot of things I was trying to figure out and then this place happened and... you can get more lost, trust me. I know I did. I know you think you have a plan and you’ve got it figured out but it’s just an ocean of random shit out there, nothing means anything.
Libuza:
(Singing.) Oh I wish I had someone to love me,Someone to call me their own,Oh I wish I had someone to live with,‘Cause I’m tired of living alone.Oh, please meet me tonight in the moonlight,Please meet me tonight all alone,For I have a sad story to tell you,It's a story that's never been told-
Caspar:
Stop it... why is she singing that?
Libuza:
If I sing you the song, you’ll believe us.
Caspar:
According to who?
Libuza:
This is the story I was told.
Teta:
Libby, sit down here, okay?
Kazi:
That’s Libuza. She’s the reason we’re here.
Caspar:
Why did she sing that?
Kazi:
She’s able to do things more complex than any creature I’ve ever encountered. I don’t know why she sang that... Do you know why?
Caspar:
...
Kazi:
You may think we’re making a mistake. But that’s our choice to make....
Caspar:
... Fine.
Kazi:
This is a strange place. Can it do normal things like make food?
Caspar:
Yes.
Kazi:
We have some hungry people outside. Some children.
Caspar:
Well that’s bad news for them. I’m a terrible cook.
Later. Caspar is in the kitchen cooking at the grill.
Caspar:
Shouldn’t you be out there helping them?
Teta:
They’re fine. What’s your name again?
Caspar:
Caspar. Can you put that gun away while you’re talking to me, please?
Teta:
This gun?
Caspar:
Yes.
Teta:
This gun right here?
Caspar:
That one.
Teta:
Sure.
Teta holsters her gun.
Caspar:
Thank you.
Teta:
... “Caspar”... so you’ve just been living here?
Caspar:
Yes.
Teta:
How long?
Caspar:
I don’t know.
Teta:
Most people in prison, they start making marks on the wall so they don’t lose track of the days.
Caspar:
It’s not a prison.
Teta:
Why not?
Caspar:
Because it moves?
Teta:
But you feel like you can’t leave?
Caspar:
I could leave.
Teta:
Why haven’t you?
Caspar:
Because I wouldn’t know where the fuck I was.
Teta:
Prisons don’t have to have bars. I was in a prison once called Lost Basan. It was a bunch of shacks on a moon. No bars. They drop you off and say “good luck, criminal.”
Caspar:
Like Escape from New York.
Teta:
What?
Caspar:
Escape from New York it’s a... it’s a movie on my planet.
Teta:
Wait. The guy with the eyepatch?
Caspar:
Yeah. You’ve seen it?
Teta:
I know that movie. What’s that guy’s name?
Caspar:
Snake Plisken.
Teta:
Snake Plisken! I love that guy. What did they always say to him?
Caspar:
“I thought you were dead.”
Teta:
“I thought you were dead, Snake Plisken.” That guys’s great. How come in Earth movies people are named Snake Plisken but in real life they’re named like Daniel Gregory or whatever?
Caspar:
Our movies are aspirational. We want to wear an eyepatch and be named Snake Plisken and have everyone think we’re dead but in fact we’re just some guy who works at the DMV.
Teta:
What’s the DMV?
Caspar:
Honestly I don’t know how to explain it to someone who lives on another planet.
Teta:
Cause it’s so boring?
Caspar:
Yes... What’s going on with your other sister?
Teta:
What do you mean?
Caspar:
Is she blind?
Teta:
Not really. Her people don’t have very good eyesight to begin with, it’s very dark on her planet. But what vision she does have started to go when she got hooked up to the machine she built.
Caspar:
What machine?
Teta:
Oh, sorry, there’s a huge machine in your refrigerator right now. We need to keep it cool.
Caspar:
Great.
Teta:
She calls it the Vistek. It speaks to her.
Caspar:
Okay, whatever... What were you in prison for? Something violent, I’m assuming?
Teta:
Now, why would you say that?
Caspar:
I just saw you bring in three bags full of weapons and the first thing you did was point a gun at me.
Teta:
That’s the first thing I do to anybody.
Caspar:
You were in prison for insurance fraud, then?
Teta:
Weapons trafficking. So, only tangentially violent.
Caspar:
Forgive me... You speak English.
Teta:
We all speak English.
Caspar:
How?
Teta:
We love your movies. All over the system, can’t get enough of them. The more and more the system got connected through warp gates the more there needed to be some sort of common language. Somehow your language was the winner.
Caspar:
Lucky us.
Teta:
So this place is just a diner?
Caspar:
There are a couple of key differences, but yeah, it’s a diner.
Teta:
And then all of a sudden poof?
Caspar:
Yes.
Teta:
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Caspar:
You’ll see it... so who are all these people?
Teta:
Refugees.
Caspar:
From where?
Teta:
All over the place.
Caspar:
They must be pretty desperate to sign up for a plan like this.
Teta:
They trust us.
Caspar:
Don’t take this the wrong way but, why in the hell would they do that?
Teta:
Well, I don’t know if you know this, Caspar, but we’re kind of a big deal out there in the system. We are revered, we are feared. The name “The Sisters” strikes fear into the hearts of fascist shit heads everywhere.
Caspar:
The Sisters... How come you’re the only one with horns?
Teta:
What do you mean?
Caspar:
You have horns, they don’t.
Teta:
Are you looking at my horns, Caspar?
Caspar:
You have horns, your sister is white as a ghost, and your other sister is bright yellow, you don’t look related.
Teta:
Same father, different mothers.
Caspar:
Sure, but you don’t look like you’re from the same planet.
Teta:
We’re not.
Caspar:
You’re not even from the same planet?
Teta:
I’m from Lehari, Kazi’s from M-Lynn, and Libby’s from Nyx.
Caspar:
Okay, I don’t see how that’s genetically possible.
Teta:
That’s because you don’t know our father.
Kazi:
Everyone’s in. I see you’ve chosen not to help.
Teta:
I’m keeping an eye on this one.
Caspar:
I’m very threatening over here with my spatula.
Kazi:
How does this work? Do we need to secure any belongings?
Teta:
Don’t touch my stuff.
Caspar:
You won’t feel a thing. But everything outside will change. It’ll be very disorienting.
Teta:
Have I mentioned yet how psychotic this idea is?
Kazi:
Yes. Many times. Is there anything else we need to do?
Caspar:
Take that tray of chicken sandwiches out to them.
Teta:
What’s chicken?
Caspar:
What’s... it’s a bird.
Teta:
How am I supposed to know that?
Caspar:
You know what Escape from New York is but you don’t know what a chicken is?
Teta:
I’m assuming one’s more interesting than the other.
Kazi:
Also, what is the device on the counter?
Caspar:
What do you mean? The radio.
Kazi:
That’s not a radio.
Caspar:
Sure it is.
Kazi:
Receiving from where?
Caspar:
I don’t know, I don’t know how it works. Don’t worry about it. Can you worry about the chicken sandwiches please?
Out on the floor, the diner is packed.
Effie:
What do we make of all these folks, husband?
Zebulon:
They seem to all be exhausted from their journey here. Nice to have children underfoot, though.
Effie:
From what I can gather, they’re all expecting us to take them to a safe haven of some sort.
Zebulon:
I hope we’re able to oblige.
Effie:
I’m getting some very strange feelings from that yellow one in the corner.
Zebulon:
She seems to be not much older than fifteen years.
Effie:
I think those looks may be deceiving... Dear, will you join me in a venture?
Zebulon:
Certainly.
Effie:
As you know we’ve been trying to get this Caspar fellow to speak with us but he’s not having it. Since we may be cohabitating with these folks for a spell, we should perhaps try and strike up a little conversation.
Zebulon:
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I suppose.
Teta:
Hey, you. Take this tray and start giving these things out, they’re called sandwiches. They’re made with chicken, I don’t know what it is but don’t worry about it, we’re probably all going to die anyway.
Zebulon:
Ahem. Hello there... I hope we’re providing for you all in a welcome fashion...
Teta:
... What?
Effie:
Forgive us. I’m Effie Mucklewain, this here is my husband Zebulon.
Zebulon:
Afternoon.
Effie:
We could not help but notice what an impressive rack of horns you have on your head there.
Zebulon:
They are resplendent.
Effie:
Do all folks have horns where you’re from?
Teta:
The fuck is happening right now?
Effie:
You know, at first I was thinking that they would be quite a burden to have to to carry around on my head all day long but now that I’ve put some thought into it, I think something such as the assortment you have on your head could come in handy during the days ins and outs.
Zebulon:
I hadn’t thought of that, dear.
Effie:
All sorts of uses come to mind.
Zebulon:
Shelling almonds, for example.
Effie:
Opening a door stuck shut from the heat.
Zebulon:
A place to hang one’s eye glasses.
Effie:
Hats pose a challenge.
Zebulon:
True enough, though if one sees a hat as simply a way to make one’s head interesting, well that work’s done for you already, isn’t it?
Effie:
And I’ve never met a milliner who wasn’t up for a challenge.
Teta:
Kazi.
Kazi:
What? What is it?
Teta:
The radio is talking to me.
Kazi:
It’s what?
Effie:
No need to be alarmed, y’all. We just wanted to introduce ourselves.
Kazi:
Is this a two-way device?
Effie:
Appears to be.
Kazi:
Who are you?
Teta:
Well this is Effie Mucklewain and her husband Zebulon.
Kazi:
I see. Where are you broadcasting from?
Effie:
Toadsuck, Arkansas.
Kazi:
Have we been to a planet called Toadzucarkansaw?
Teta:
Doesn’t sound familiar.
Kazi:
Is this some sort of shipboard AI?
Teta:
And it looks like that why? For aesthetics?
Kazi:
I don’t know. We don’t have time for this.
Libuza:
Kazi!
Kazi:
What? Libuza, what is it?
Libuza:
... They found us.
Outside we hear several Tedbots crash to the ground and deploy. The crowd inside begins to panic.
Kazi:
Teta!
Teta:
(Rummaging through her bang and assembling a weapon.) I’m on it! Hang on!
Kazi:
I thought you had orbital alerts!
Teta:
I had to pack up my gear! How many are there?!
Kazi:
I count twenty.
Teta:
It’s okay, they won’t come in until they’ve warned us three times.
Libuza:
It’s happening soon.
Caspar:
What the fuck are those?!
Teta:
The bad guys. How much time do we have?
Caspar:
Any second now.
Teta:
What if I’m outside when it happens?!
Caspar:
Stay in the parking lot!
Teta:
The what?!
Caspar:
The pavement! Just stay on the pavement!
Teta:
Okay!
Zebulon:
What in the Lord’s name are those abominations?
Effie:
When she says they’re the bad guys, I’m believin’ her.
Teta:
Okay, here we go! Everybody out of the way!
Teta kicks the front door open.
Teta:
WHO WANTS PIE?!
Teta unleashes a hail of gunfire in the parking lot, mowing down several tedbots in the process. They return fire.
Kazi:
Everybody down!
Teta:
(In the parking lot.) My electric toothbrush is smarter than you fuckers.
Libuza:
I should’ve seen them coming.
Kazi:
You’re calculating a billion things at once right now, you can’t be expected to catch them all. How much longer?!
Caspar:
Any second now!!
Libuza:
This won’t be the last time we seen them.
Kazi:
I know.
Caspar:
Here it comes!
There is a crack in the air and suddenly the diner is traveling through space/time.
Teta:
(In the parking lot.) Holy fuck.
Kazi:
... That... is something... It looks like this?
Caspar:
Yes.
There’s a lot of unrest in the diner.
Caspar:
Everyone, it’s okay. I know it looks frightening but it’s fine. I’ve been here a long time and it hasn’t hurt me. At least I don’t think.
Effie:
Husband, let’s get some music up to soothe some of these spirits.
Zebulon:
Of course.
Song: Fantasie from madame Butterfly
Libuza:
“The man would travel in an impossible ship. A ship that could go anywhere, but could not be steered.”... Can you take me out there, please?
Kazi:
Yes. I’ve got your hand. You’re sure it’s safe?
Caspar:
It’s fine. Watch out for the vertigo.
They walk out into the parking lot and we hear the sound of space/time rushing by.
Teta:
This is a fucked up place you’ve got here, Caspar.
Caspar:
I know.
Kazi:
This is astounding.
Teta:
It’s like going through a warp gate but, there’s a whole other thing going on.
Kazi:
How long does it last?
Caspar:
It’s like this for about twelve hours and then it sets down for another twelve.
Kazi:
Never the same place twice?
Caspar:
Not so far.
Teta:
Well... good work, Libby. You found it.
Kazi:
What about food supply. Will you have enough?
Caspar:
The refrigerator restocks itself.
Kazi:
Really?
Caspar:
Yeah.
Kazi:
No matter what?
Caspar:
I have to get a little creative sometimes, but it seems like it works fine.
Teta:
Well I don’t know about you all, but I need a fucking drink. What a day. I’ll be inside with all the other stinkers.
Kazi:
Right. What about hygiene?
Caspar:
There’s a truck stop shower in the bathroom.
Kazi:
Truck stop?
Caspar:
There’s a shower.
Kazi:
And the water comes from?
Caspar:
Fantastic question.
Kazi:
Alright. Oh. And the radio?
Caspar:
... What about it?
Kazi:
It was talking to us? Are you in communication with someone or is it some sort of simulated intelligence?
Caspar:
... You hear it too?
Kazi:
What do you mean?
Caspar:
... They talk to you too?
Kazi:
... Yes, what do you mean?
Caspar:
I knew it was a radio but I didn’t... I wasn’t in the best mental state when I came here... I’m sure you can probably imagine what I thought about this place at first.
Kazi:
Did you think you were hallucinating?
Caspar:
Wouldn’t you?
Kazi:
I’m not prone to hallucinations, are you?
Caspar:
How would I know?
Kazi:
Can you hold still for a second?
Caspar:
Probably not.
Kazi:
...
Caspar:
What are you doing?
Kazi:
Shh.
Caspar:
... Your eyes keep changing color.
Kazi:
I’m switching lenses.
Caspar:
How come your eyes keep switching lenses?
Kazi:
Because that’s how I designed them.
Caspar:
You designed your eyes?
Kazi:
I designed most parts of my body.
Caspar:
Okay... you ever thought about wings?
Kazi:
Of course. You can’t just add wings, you really need a transformation of the whole body for aerodynamics. Hollow bones, etcetera. Too much trouble.
Caspar:
Okay... Anything cool? Like claws?
Kazi:
I have a claw. You don’t want to see it.
Caspar:
I was kidding.
Kazi:
I know. Your brain looks fine. I don’t quite understand how your neurons are working right now, but I don’t spend a lot of time on Earthlings.
Caspar:
You scanned my brain for insanity?
Kazi:
Yes. You’re not hallucinating, Caspar. The radio is actually talking to you. And I’m actually standing right here.
Caspar:
That doesn’t make me feel better.
Kazi:
I know. Now, speaking of scans, there are still several people inside that need medical attention, so I’m going to deal with that.
Caspar:
Okay.
Kazi:
What’s for dinner?
Caspar:
I have no idea.
Kazi:
They’ve been living on ship rations for months, so the bar is low.
Caspar:
That helps.
Kazi walks inside.
Libuza:
Can you tell me what it looks like?
Caspar:
Oh... Uh... Not really but... Do you remember what the stars at night look like?
Libuza:
My planet only had one side that faced our sun. Most of my life has been night sky.
Caspar:
Okay. So imagine the night sky... And then take the night sky and wrap it into, like, a tube.
Libuza:
Alright.
Caspar:
And then take that tube and stretch it. Stretch it so long that all those stars become long lines. But then take another night sky, one you’ve never seen before, and add that on top of the sky you know, then do that about an hundred more times... and then every once and a while there are little flashes of light, far off. Like something very big happening from far away. You’re traveling through that tube.
Libuza:
And at the end?
Caspar:
... I don’t know.
Libuza:
It sounds beautiful.
Caspar:
Yeah, it is.
Libuza:
...
Caspar:
...
Libuza:
Please don’t be scared of my sisters.
Caspar:
They’re pretty intense.
Libuza:
They’ve had to be. We’re fugitives.
Caspar:
Fugitives from what?
Libuza:
Kazi’s home is a barely habitable moon called M-Lynn. Her people learned to manipulate their own bodies so they could survive, but then the practice was banned. Kazi refused to stop, and now she’s considered a criminal. Teta’s a brilliant engineer but seems to only be interested in making killing machines. She’s often in trouble with the authorities.
Caspar:
What about you?
Libuza:
Predicting the future makes people uncomfortable.
Caspar:
People are always trying to predict the future.
Libuza:
Yes. They get uncomfortable when someone else can do it and they can’t.
Caspar:
You can really do that? You can predict the future?
Libuza:
I found you, didn’t I?
Caspar:
How does it work? Do you have visions?
Libuza:
Sometimes. It also speaks to me. But it’s hard to understand what it’s really saying. And then underneath the voice is usually embedded data.
Caspar:
What does it sound like?
Libuza:
It’s sounds like... I believe Earthlings call them fairy tales?
Caspar:
It tells you a fairy tale?
Libuza:
For instance, the part about you went like this:“Then the seer saw a man. The man would travel in an impossible ship. A ship that could go anywhere, but could not be steered.But the seer could see where the ship would go next. The three sisters boarded the ship and traveled a long way. And just as the seer foretold, it brought them to the far off land where they would build the city in her visions.”
Caspar:
... So you’re off to some new place? Where no one is hunting you? Where there’s no bad guys?
Libuza:
Yes.
Caspar:
There’s bad guys everywhere, you know.
Libuza:
I know, I can see them.
Caspar:
But not where you’re going?
Libuza:
No. But bad people are headed there. We’re going to get there first and keep them out.
Caspar:
I see... you know there was this time on my planet when a lot a people discovered there was a whole continent that they didn’t know was there. A lot of people decided they would leave the old world behind and start over again in the new one... They wound up just bringing the old world with them.
Libuza:
Should we not do anything because of the dangers of doing something?
Caspar:
Good point, I guess.
Libuza:
We make the world, Caspar. Not those before us.
Caspar:
My whole life, all I’ve done is live in somebody else’s world. Seems pretty unchangeable to me.
Libuza:
That’s just a fun trick that they pull. If you made a world wouldn’t you want to convince everyone that it couldn’t be changed?
Caspar:
You’re very astute for a young person.
Libuza:
I’m older than I look... I’m also very tired. Can you bring me inside?
Caspar:
Yeah... sure...
Libuza:
It’s nice to meet you, Caspar.
Caspar:
... You too.
Another alien planet. We are on the shores of an ocean.
Teta:
Pull!
Teta quickly draws her pistol and fires. We hear an apple burst into a million pieces in mid air.
Teta:
Boom!... Again.
Caspar:
You know, I’ve got a lot of people to feed inside, this probably isn’t a great use of these apples.
Teta:
It’s fine, the fridge’ll just make more, c’mon I’m on a roll!
Caspar:
Okay.
Teta:
... Pull!
Teta obliterates another apple in mid air.
Teta:
Ha! What is that now?
Caspar:
Twenty-two.
Teta:
Gotta be a record somewhere, right?
Caspar:
So your other two sisters are fugitives because of the science they study, you’re a fugitive because what? You just like guns and crime?
Teta:
Well, I do like guns and crime, Caspar, but that’s not why I’m a fugitive. Pull!
Another apple is murdered.
Caspar:
So why you, then?
Teta:
I’m from Lehari. Lehari was in a power vacuum and that led to a civil war. When you’ve got infighting you’re easily conquered, so the civil war we were fighting was secretly being funded on both sides by an intergalactic empire of fuckheads. Pull!
Bullseye.
Teta:
I was going to end the civil war, so they made me public enemy number one.
Caspar:
You were going to end the war with a radical peace treaty, I’m assuming?
Teta:
No, I was going to end the war because my guns were like, WAY better.
Caspar:
I see.
Teta:
So, I’m forced to go on the run, and that’s when I get a mysterious message from my two sisters.
Caspar:
Right, so no one’s explained to me yet how a man has three daughters on three different planets. That doesn’t make any sense.
Teta:
He had multiple children on multiple planets. Way more than us three. Though there’s not too many of us left now.
Caspar:
Sounds like a busy guy.
Teta:
He was a very busy guy. He was a conqueror.
Caspar:
A conqueror? Of women’s hearts?
Teta:
No, of entire planets, Caspar.
Caspar:
Entire planets? You know some people like to embellish the life story of their parents to make them sound cooler.
Teta:
Yes. And I feel bad for those people. Pull!
Inside the diner. Effie and zebulon sit on libuza’s table.
Song: little town in old county down.
Libuza:
That’s nice.
Zebulon:
It’s lovely isn’t it? It’s called “Little Town in Old County Down.” It’s about a man who wishes to transform himself into a bird and fly far away to a quiet shore and make a nest there.
Effie:
We usually don’t play music such as this but we thought it fitting seeing as how y’all have all, in spirit, turned yourselves into birds and alighted yourselves to fairer shores.
Libuza:
I suppose we have, yes.
Effie:
And what awaits you there?
Libuza:
I’ve no idea.
Effie:
Oh really?
Libuza:
Yes.
Effie:
Well now, I hear tell that you’ve got a particular distinction when it comes to the future of things, youngster.
Libuza:
A particular distinction?
Zebulon:
No need to mince words with us, now. The ladies on Effie’s side of the family have, for may generations, been given a... what shall we say?
Effie:
Bit of a finger on the side of the nose from The Lord.
Zebulon:
A bit of a nudge-nudge.
Effie:
A bit of a tip of the old hat from our greater forces if you’re speaking my language.
Libuza:
You have visions of the future?
Effie:
I’d say they’re more like feelings. Gumptions, if you will.
Zebulon:
Always know when to bring the hogs in before a storm, and the like.
Effie:
That’s how it is with myself. How is it with you?
Libuza:
I studied people like you, in the beginning. On several planets there are a small percentage of the population who have predictive elements. Some were just frauds, but others truly had a gift. So I began to wonder, is there something to be calculated? Are principles of uncertainty too reductive? All that brought me to this place.
Effie:
Well, I’m sure I don’t know what that means, dear. But it’s awfully fancy talk for someone of your age.
Libuza:
My age?
Zebulon:
You can’t be more than ten minutes past fifteen years old.
Libuza:
How long are the years on your planet?
Zebulon:
Well-
Effie:
Dear. Where is Caspar?
Zebulon:
I believe they’re outside shooting at apples.
Effie:
Everyone needs to get their butts back inside right now.
Libuza:
Kazi!
Kazi:
Everybody down!
Tedbots crash down again and begin to move on the diner. Caspar and teta retreat inside with teta shooting back with her pistol.
Caspar:
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Teta:
I need a bigger gun!
Caspar:
Which one?!
Teta:
The really terrifying one!
Caspar:
They’re all really terrifying!
Teta:
The one that says “Dame Judi Dench” on it!
Caspar:
How do they keep finding us?!
Kazi:
That doesn’t matter right now!
Caspar:
Here we go. Okay, Dame Judi, time to win some BAFTAs. Here!
Caspar tosses the gun to Teta.
Teta:
Well look what I found!
Teta opens fire with the bigger gun.
Teta:
How long until we jump?!
Caspar:
We’ve got hours to go.
Teta:
Shit.
Teta pulls the pin on a grenade.
Teta:
Everybody cover your junk!
She tosses the grenade outside and there’s a massive explosion.
Teta:
Get me a grenade belt and two more magazines.
Kazi:
What are you doing?
Teta:
They can’t get in here, I’m going to lure them over to those woods over there.
Caspar:
You’re going out there by yourself?
Teta:
No, Caspar, I’m going out there with the invisible army standing right behind me. Here, take the pistol, make sure nobody gets in the back door.
Caspar:
I don’t know how to use this.
Teta:
Take a wild guess! Here I go!
Teta exits the building firing her gun. The tedbots fire back.
Kazi:
... She’ll be fine...
Later. We hear the sound of space/time rushing by. Everyone in the dining room is asleep but Caspar.
Effie:
Caspar, you should get some sleep along with everyone else. All that worrying ain’t going to mend anyone’s wounds... “Well, you say that Effie Mucklewain but here you are up at an ungodly hour.”... That is true Caspar, but from time to time I have a tendency to stroll the halls at night, be the day a peaceful one or no. No rhyme or reason to it for me... “Effie I am sorry, that I have been so rudely ignoring you and your husband this whole time, seeing as how you, clear as day, are only concerned for my well-being.” Well, make no mention of it again, Caspar. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through since we first met... I just wish you’d let us help you... Well, that’s enough of that. I’m off to bed. Again. Take a page out of my book, if you can.
Kazi:
You’re still up.
Caspar:
How’s she doing?
Kazi:
Laharians are incredibly difficult to kill. Especially one with her unique genetic profile. All that said, she should’ve died. Somehow she didn’t. I’ve got an army of microscopic helpers working on her right now, but it will be a few days until she’s annoying me again.
Caspar:
Okay...
Kazi:
... I’m exhausted but i’ve got a lot of post-work to do.
Caspar:
Do you want a cup of coffee?
Kazi:
I can manufacture a chemical in my body right now that give me all the benefits of-
Caspar:
Goddamnit. Kazi. Do you want a cup of coffee?
Kazi:
... Fine.
Caspar grabs a cup and pours her a cup of coffee.
Caspar:
Sugar?
Kazi:
No.
Caspar:
...
Kazi:
This is popular on Earth?
Caspar:
Very.
Kazi:
Why?
Caspar:
Because we’re very tired... “Her unique genetic profile.”
Kazi:
Yes.
Caspar:
This is because of your father?
Kazi:
Yes.
Caspar:
Who was he?
Kazi:
... Krok.
Caspar:
Krok.
Kazi:
That’s right. A long time ago the galaxies were ruled by warlords. Warlords and conquerors. They had fleets of ships and they would hop from star system to star system claiming territory. Our father was one of them.
Caspar:
He would conquer a planet and then have some kids and then just move on to the next planet.
Kazi:
Essentially.
Caspar:
And everyone was just okay with that?
Kazi:
It’s not like they had much of a choice, but apparently he was quite charming.
Caspar:
You never met him.
Kazi:
No, he had moved on by the time I was grown.
Caspar:
How did you go from that to being fugitives?
Kazi:
A new age got ushered in. An age of warp gates and commerce and politics and all of it run by... shitheads, as I believe you say on Earth.
Caspar:
I’m familiar with them.
Kazi:
The warlords and conquerers were all seen as a threat, that included the inheritors of their “unique genetics.” A lot of our brothers and sisters were made irrelevant, turned into hollow figureheads, some of them killed... the three of us refused to go quietly.
Caspar:
I see... but none of that matters anymore because you are off to a new world.
Kazi:
That’s right. Cryptessia. A young galaxy just out of reach of the shitheads.
Caspar:
Is all of this going to be worth it?
Kazi:
Yes.
Caspar:
I hope so, because you’ve got a hundred people in here, Teta almost died today, Libuza is... I don’t know what the hell Libuza’s doing to herself.
Kazi:
Libuza’s the reason we’re all here.
Caspar:
Libuza is a kid and she’s had things put into her skull.
Kazi:
Libuza made a choice to more fully integrate herself with her creation, it was a very brave choice.
Caspar:
So you just said okay?
Kazi:
Who do you think installed those nodes in her temples? And she’s not a kid, Caspar. Regardless of how you perceive her, she’s much older than you can possibly imagine. That age of conquerors I was telling you about wasn’t last week.
Caspar:
The three of you are going to strike out into new territory and you think it’s all going to be easy street because your sister made a science project. You’re going to get yourselves killed.
Kazi:
... Well... I’m flattered, Caspar.
Caspar:
What are you talking about?
Kazi:
You’ve grown attached to us.
Caspar:
... Stop looking at my brain.
Kazi:
It’s not my fault that there are certain parts of your brain that light up for certain reasons.
Caspar:
Why can’t people stay put? For a minute?
Kazi:
...
Caspar:
...
Kazi:
What was the song Libuza sang to you? I’ve never heard her do that before.
Caspar:
... I sang it to my son to try and get him to go to sleep.
Kazi:
I see... That’s a very depressing song to sing to a child.
Caspar:
Look, when you’re trying to get a child to go to sleep, you grab any song you’ve got memorized, okay? It was either that or the banana boat song... don’t ask me about him, okay?
Kazi:
I don’t need to...
Caspar:
...
Kazi:
... Caspar, we’re going to be leaving soon. You can spend your time being angry about that or you can... you can do something else... but we are leaving.
Caspar:
I know... I know.
A few days later. Food is cooking on the grill.
Libuza:
You want me to do what?
Caspar:
Look, I know it sounds crazy, but this thing drives me fucking crazy and I just need to show it who’s boss.
Libuza:
This is an odd misuse of my technology.
Caspar:
Is it a bit like killing cockroaches with a bazooka, sure. But you’d be doing me a favor.
Libuza:
... Alright... One moment, please... it’s going to appear over there.
The parmesan cheese pops into existence on the counter. Caspar grabs it.
Caspar:
AHH! AHHHHHH-HAHA! FUCK YOUUUUUU PARMESAN CHEESE! I HAVE YOU NOW!! YOU ARE IN MY HAND!! I’M GOING TO PUT YOU ALL OVER SOME EGGPLANTSSSSSSS!!
The parmesan disappears again.
Caspar:
Damn. Well it was short lived but it was a victory.
Libuza:
What is happening?
Caspar:
The parmesan cheese. It disappears and reappears all over the kitchen, I can never quite catch it.
Libuza:
Do you feel better?
Caspar:
A little. Thank you.
Teta:
(From the back room.) Would you get this shit away from me?
Caspar:
Goddamnit.
Caspar opens the door to the back room.
Caspar:
Eat the fucking soup.
Teta:
You eat the fucking soup!
Caspar:
I’m going to take this soup and I’m going to pour it all over your goddamn body if you don’t eat it!
Teta:
That’d be a better use for it!
Caspar:
I’m trying to take care of you, you idiot.
Teta:
Fuck, Caspar, you’re so into me, it’s embarrassing for you.
Caspar:
Okay, you know what? Fucking starve.
Teta:
Can I have a sandwich?
Caspar:
...
Teta:
Not the chicken, but the other kind?
Caspar:
... Ham.
Teta:
Yes. I’ll have one of those.
Caspar:
... You’re going to eat this whole sandwich.
Teta:
I know.
Caspar:
I don’t care if Kazi has to surgically implant this sandwich in your body, you’re eating the whole thing.
Teta:
I know!
Caspar:
Fine!
Out in the dining room.
Kazi:
You’d like to do a what?
Zebulon:
Well, calling it a sermon wouldn’t be quite right.
Effie:
No, more of a story. Just a little something to entertain the children, make the time go faster.
Zebulon:
We’ve noticed that all those among us now, have not much to do but contemplate their destination. One shouldn’t spend so much time with thoughts on the future. A good story can keep one in the here and now.
Kazi:
Seems harmless enough. Caspar?
Caspar:
What?
Kazi:
The Mucklewains are going to have a... story time for everyone?
Caspar:
Okay.
Kazi:
Is that alright with you?
Caspar:
Yeah, fine.
Kazi:
Would you like to join us-
Caspar:
I have to get some ham.
Kazi:
Alright...
Effie:
We’re wearing him down, I can feel it.
The door to the walk-In opens. We can here the “breathing” in and out of the Vistek.
Caspar:
... Hello there, terrifying, monolithic, alien technology.. I’m just going to get some ham... you know I’m sure you consist of technology that I can’t possibly understand, but where I come from, things like you are almost always some sort of metaphor for hubris... you’re sending them to the right place, right?... They deserve a good place... okay... okay this was a good talk I’m glad we had this time together.
Back out in the dining room. People are gathering around the radio.
Effie:
Alright, gather around y’all. You children up front settle. Everyone can hear us alright? Alright.
Zebulon:
Welcome all. As I’m sure you all know, I’m Zebulon Mucklewain here with my wife, Effie.
Effie:
Hi, y’all.
Zebulon:
We’ve spent time with y’all for many a day now and I must say, we’ve been inspired by your presence. All of you here with us today have taken it upon yourselves to seek out a new life, out there in the great wilderness. It’s surely a daunting task and one not taken on lightly, I’d imagine. And I find that in those times, when one has taken on a great burden, it helps to hear of those who have taken on a great burden themselves.
Effie:
When one takes a great burden upon themselves, a great loneliness can settle about.
Zebulon:
Indeed. A great purpose requires great strength, and for whatever unknown reason, the strong must, at times, know loneliness.
Effie:
And we imagine all you strong people here with us today, must feel quite a bit of loneliness.
Zebulon:
But the strong are never alone for long. To be strong, to be forthright, to be unbending to the oncoming trials of the world. It is a beacon to those who seek their own strength. They will find you, grow stronger because of you, and you will in turn find strength in them.
Effie:
After all, y’all had flung yourself out into the great beyond with only your fortitude as your guide. And when you did, there we appeared to you.
Zebulon:
And it brings me to the story of a boy named Ishmael. Ishmael and his mother had been cast out from their home, into a wide and unforgiving desert. And after searching for days for safe harbor, Ishmael’s mother despaired, for surely this desert would take their lives. But Ishmael, even as a boy, was of a different sort. As his mother lost all hope, Ishmael screamed to the heavens that he would live. He did not hope to live, he did not beg to live, he demanded to live. For what is the use of a wide world, if not to provide for those that fight to live within it? And there in the barren desert, Ishmael’s demands were met. For suddenly there was a great spring, and a great oasis, and a tree bearing fruit.
Effie:
People like to say that the world don’t owe you nothing. And perhaps they’re right. But who makes the world, children? Is it a world of our making? Did we not build spires to the heavens and humble homes and the streets we walk upon? And if it is our world that we had made together, then perhaps from time to time it behooves us to raise our voices and say to the sky that we demand to live.
Zebulon:
And we send salutations to those of you out in that great desert, demanding to live.
The last day. The diner has landed in a swamp. Caspar is in the parking lot with Libuza.
Libuza:
Where are we today?
Caspar:
We are in a swamp.
Libuza:
A swamp. I’ve never seen a swamp, what’s it like?
Caspar:
A swamp? Uh, a swamp is... combine a forest and a lake, and then add humidity and bugs. Also a number of terrifying creatures just below the water that really want to drag you under.
Libuza:
Sounds lovely.
Caspar:
Oh yeah, it’s great.
Libuza:
... This is our last day.
Caspar:
Yeah, I know.
Libuza:
I can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for us.
Caspar:
I didn’t really do anything.
Libuza:
You cooked for a hundred people for several weeks and you very obviously hate cooking.
Caspar:
It was no big deal. I learned a lot. Like how to not burn things.
Libuza:
You also took care of Teta.
Caspar:
That I will accept thanks for. She is the worst.
Libuza:
She likes you. It’s how she acts when she likes you.
Caspar:
Sure, whatever.
Libuza:
... I want you to know something.
Caspar:
Okay.
Libuza:
I already know that if I ask you to come with us, you’ll say no.
Caspar:
You do?
Libuza:
Will you come with us?
Caspar:
...
Libuza:
It’s alright. Even though I knew the answer, I wanted you to know that I asked.
Caspar:
... A lot of people on my planet do this thing... They have this place on the map, this place they’re going to go to one day. When they go to this place, everything’s going to be okay. “One day I’m going to leave all this behind, they’ll say.” They think when they get to this place, they’ll finally be free of all the bullshit that they usually have to put up with. For some people it’s the beach, for some people it’s the desert, the real weird ones go for Alaska.
Libuza:
What is it for you?
Caspar:
Oh, I have no idea. But whatever it is it’s... I’m not ready to go there yet.
Libuza:
I understand.
Teta walks out of the diner.
Teta:
I am up, I am walking, I am now free of Caspar’s terrible bedside manner.
Caspar:
That’s great news for both of us.
Teta:
Do I feel gross because I now have a million of Kazi’s nano-minions coursing though my veins? Yes. But hey, it’s certainly not the grossest thing I’ve had coursing through my body, am I right everybody?
Caspar:
Teta, welcome to the swamp, I’m sure you have lots of friends here.
Teta:
Silence, nurse. How are you doing, Libby?
Libuza:
I’m okay. I’m glad you’re out of bed.
Teta:
Me too, Caspar you need to spruce that room up a bit. Get a window treatment or something.
Caspar:
Maybe a rug to tie the room together.
Teta:
What’s for lunch?
Caspar:
I have no idea.
Teta:
Well chop chop. You have one job. Almost dying is hungry work.
Libuza:
Caspar, can you take me back inside, I need to prep the Vistek for off-loading.
Caspar:
Sure, here we go.
We hear a strange sound, like a wave of energy passing through. They all pause.
Caspar:
What was that?
Teta:
...
Caspar:
Teta?
Teta:
Caspar, get Libby inside and bring me Judi and my belt.
Caspar:
...
Teta:
Caspar.
Caspar:
Yeah, okay.
Libuza:
I’m not seeing anything.
Caspar:
Let’s go.
Caspar and libuza go inside. All’s quiet.
Teta:
... Come on... I know you’re out there somewhere.
Three figures materialize in the swamp.
Teta:
What the fuck?
The three figures begin wading through the water towards the diner.
Teta:
I do one warning and then I kill people. This is your one warning.
The three figures don’t stop.
Teta:
Fine.
Teta opens fire with her pistol. She fires several shots but they are still coming.
Teta:
Fuck.
Caspar comes back out.
Caspar:
Who the fuck are these guys?
Teta:
I have no idea but my pistol isn’t working.
Caspar:
Here.
Teta:
Okay... C’mon Dame Judi.
Teta opens fire with the bigger gun. Still no effect.
Teta:
Guns aren’t working.
Strange Being 1:
Multiple anomalies in the structure.
Strange Being 2:
Threat assessment of hostile.
Strange Being 1:
Threat level minimal.
Strange Being 3:
Disarm and integrate.
Teta:
Minimal threat, huh?
Teta powers up a grenade and tosses it.
Teta:
Inside.
Caspar:
Shit.
Teta and Caspar burst inside the diner.
Teta:
Grenade! Everybody down!
Chaos erupts in the diner as there is a massive explosion outside.
Teta:
Let’s see how that worked.
The dust settles.
Caspar:
They’re still there.
Kazi:
Who are they?
Teta:
I was hoping you knew.
Libuza:
I can’t see them.
Effie:
I got a bad feeling about this.
Teta:
I think we all have a pretty bad feeling. They’re humanoid but I don’t recognize the suits. They’re armed but I don’t recognize the weapons.
Strange Being 1:
(Outside.) Attention. Vacate the building and prepare for processing.
Caspar:
Processing?
Effie:
Oooh, I’ve got a real bad feeling about that.
Kazi:
Libuza, anything?
Libuza:
I can’t see them, it’s like they’re not there for me.
Teta:
Trying another grenade, everyone stay down.
Teta opens the doo and tosses another grenade. On the the beings fires its gun and the grenade disappears.
Teta:
Oh, what the fuck?
Caspar:
The grenade disappeared.
Strange Being 1:
(Outside.) Your weapons are ineffective. Begin evacuation immediately.
Teta:
They’re going to come in here if we don’t do something.
Caspar:
What do they mean by processing?
Kazi:
That could mean anything. Processed as prisoners... as food.
Caspar:
Food?!
Zebulon:
Oh, I don’t like that at all.
Strange Being 1:
(Outside.) Your time has elapsed. Struggling will elongate this process.
Caspar is rummaging around in teta’s bags.
Caspar:
I have an idea.
Teta:
What are you doing?
Caspar:
The green ones are the ones that make smoke, right?
Teta:
Yes.
Caspar pulls the pins on three smoke grenades and they begin to hiss.
Caspar:
Shit, out of the way!
The crowd parts as caspar heads for the door. He opens the door and tosses the grenades out.
Teta:
That’s not going to do anything!
Caspar:
Okay, while they can’t see us, everyone out the back door, move, let’s go!
Everyone in the diner begins to make their way out the back door.
Kazi:
What are you doing?
Caspar:
I’ve got an idea, I don’t have time to explain, go!
Libuza:
Kazi?
Kazi:
Come here, Libuza. You’re sure this will work?
Caspar:
No, not at all.
Teta:
What are you going to do?
Caspar:
Wing it. Push something against the door once you’re out there.
The crowd leaves through the back door. The door closes and everything’s quiet.
Effie:
I don’t know what you’ve got up your sleeve, Caspar, but we’re here with you, through it all.
Zebulon:
Godspeed, my friend.
Caspar:
So you two are just going to keep talking to me until I talk back, is that it?
Zebulon:
... That was our plan, yes. Though you may be hard-pressed to explain our presence in your life, we believe we are here on the side of the angels, for what all that’s worth.
Caspar:
Fine... I’m Caspar.
Zebulon:
And I am Zebulon Mucklewain, here with my wife Effie.
Effie:
Hi, Caspar.
Caspar:
Just follow my lead, okay?
Effie:
Lead on.
The door opens. The three strange beings walk in the door and stop.
Strange Being 1:
Identify yourself.
Caspar:
Thank God you’re here. I have been held prisoner by these people for weeks now, they make me make them food, they boss me around. You’re the first people who’ve been able to stop them. They made me throw smoke grenades outside and then they left!
Effie:
Praise Jesus, right husband?
Zebulon:
Oh yes! They were so terrible!
Effie:
We worried for our lives every day!
Zebulon:
But we have been provided with saviors such as you, praise the lord!
Strange Being 1:
... What is their evacuation point?
Caspar:
... They’re all hiding in there... The deep freeze.
Strange Being 1:
... Maintain your location.
The three strange beings turn an head for the deep freeze.
Caspar:
They’re heavily armed and they’re terrifying! Be careful! Thank you for saving us!
The door to the deep freeze opens. The winds howl. The door closes.
Effie:
... Do we think that did it?
Caspar:
Hang on...
Caspar walks to the deep freeze door. He cracks the door open and listens. We hear total chaos. They are being attacked by a veritable army of wolves.
Strange Being 1:
Systems malfunction! No shielding!
Strange Being 2:
Multiple hostiles! We are disconnected from host!
Strange Being 3:
Reboot weapon systems. Reboot weapon systems-
Caspar closes the door.
Caspar:
... I really need to put a lock on this thing.
We hear the sound of another alien planet. We hear an animal rummaging through the grass and eating. It suddenly stops and runs off. There is a crack in the air and the diner appears. Caspar exits the diner holding the radio.
Caspar:
Okay. Here it is. What do we think?
Zebulon:
Goodness me, is that a volcano?
Caspar:
Yeah. Yeah, that is a very large volcano.
Effie:
That is some fiery majesty. Are we sure it’s a good notion for them to set up camp so close to something so angry.
Kazi:
A lot of the planets in this system will be like that. It’s a new galaxy, a lot of the planets haven’t decided what they’re going to be yet. Besides, we need active geology if Teta’s going to build us a geothermal generator.
Teta:
I don’t like building things that aren’t weapons, but it’ll involve lava.
Kazi:
(Calling back inside.) Everyone can come out. This is home.
The pilgrims all make their way out of the diner and begin to inspect their new home.
Caspar:
Where will you even start?
Kazi:
We’ll set up camp over there I think. It’ll be rough at first, but we should be fine for a while. After that-
Libuza:
After that it’s up to me.
Kazi:
Libuza will be our guide after that.
Caspar:
Kazi, what about our mystery guests from yesterday? What if they come back?
Kazi:
We don’t know who they were and we have no idea where we were yesterday. We could’ve been on the other side of the universe.
Caspar:
You could’ve been right next door.
Kazi:
We won’t be spending much time on “could,” Caspar. We’ll be spending time with “should.” We’ll be okay. Libuza we’ll guide us and Teta and I will do the rest.
Teta:
Caspar, I want you to know that I’ve forgiven you for being such a shit sack this entire time.
Caspar:
Thanks.
Teta:
As a token of our gratitude, I will be naming that volcano after you.
Caspar:
Please don’t.
Teta:
Mt. Caspar. Because it’s constantly spewing toxic garbage into the atmosphere.
Caspar:
Thanks.
Teta:
I’m going to walk away now, and I give you permission this one time to look at my ass while I’m walking away.
Caspar:
Thanks?
Kazi:
I’m sure our passengers would like it if you came and said goodbye.
Caspar:
Sure.
Libuza:
Thank you for everything, Caspar.
Caspar:
It was my pleasure... Honestly I think the whole time I’ve been here I’ve just been... I don’t know, getting from one day to the next. This was the first time that... It felt like time was passing. I know that sounds weird.
Libuza:
I have to tell you something.
Caspar:
Do you realize how stressful it is to hear that from someone who can predict the future?
Libuza:
I’m sorry.
Caspar:
It’s okay. Let’s hear it.
Libuza:
... You’re going to forget about us.
Caspar:
What do you mean?
Libuza:
It’s okay. People forget more things than they remember.
Caspar:
I think it’s going to be pretty impossible for me to forget this experience.
Libuza:
I’m pretty good at knowing what’s going to happen.
Caspar:
Well maybe it’s time for a tune up of your terrifying device... Libuza I’m never going to forget you.
Libuza:
Then... I’ll say this. If one day you forget about us, and somewhere far down the line, you remember us again. Please forgive yourself. I forgive you. Just remember that even if you forget us, we still met you and knew you... and we were inside you somewhere the whole time.
Caspar:
Okay. But I promise I won’t forget you.
Libuza:
Alright. I have to wait here while they unload the Vistek from the walk-in. I’ll see you at camp.
Caspar:
Okay.
Caspar begins to walk to camp with Effie and Zebulon.
Caspar:
... Don’t let me forget about them, okay?
Effie:
We shall not.
Zebulon:
We shall do our level best, Caspar.
The sound fades out, replaced by the sound of the diner traveling through space/time. We hear kazi’s voice again, sending a message to caspar.
Kazi:
3... 1... 4... 1... 5... 9... 2... 5... 3... 5... 8... 9... 7... 9... 3... 2... 3... 8... 4... 2... 4... 3... 3... 8... 3... 2... 7... 9... 5... 0... 2... 8... 8... 4... 1... 9... 7... 1... 9... 3... 9... 9... 3... 7... 5... 1... 0...
The end