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The tippler at the intersection 289A

Chapter 1 - allow me to begin

By The Picture Of Lula MayPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
The tippler at the intersection 289A
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Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Then again - they say a lot of things.

Them, in this instance - are my faithful crew that is made up of the most hopelessly inept , yet eager individuals that I have come across since my arrival in Seague 15. Having had them by my side over the last two years - I came to appreciate their company. They lessened my loneliness in that Koios forsaken place at the end of the just-about-reachable space.

I said THAT , not THIS - don’t look at me so offended my freshly encountered Oferdrincere, Oh come on.. The Grog is still on the table - it will be a shame for you to leave here so soon. After all, it was you who inquired me about the cobalt blue pearl on my neck .

I shall be more careful with the choice of my words my good Sir. I see you perched your tail once again beside me , so I am obliged to continue my story.

As I was saying - my crew are pretty useless in physical worth yet very much priceless in terms of good nature. Every day during our bearaccy break, they would explain to me the seemingly archaic world that I have begrudgingly volunteered to call home and show me the beauty within it. In fact..

You said something my fellow tippler? You look confused.. oh , what is bearaccy ? I pour upon you a thousand sorrows from my bottle’s heart. Sometimes I forget how far the planet is and that most fine individuals, such as yourself - would never have set a foot, a hoof or a fin beyond the 12th Orbit. If I may add- this speaks towards your sense of wisdom and self preservation. Which interestingly, I may lack!

Well, my fiend associate - before I begin to try and explain the unfathomable wonder of bearaccy, you need to start by pronouncing it right, try saying it after me -BEE-AARA-CHY.

Yes, very good! Though the accent does fall on the AAR , not the BEE - like most words taken from the old Segueanian language , the accent would always fall on the second vowel within a word.

Ahhhh- Bearaccy ! The dream within a dream of a lost dreamer! Or a hallucinogenic dust particle that is present in the air of Seague 15 only. The locals refer to it as the core component to their being - it is ingested with every single breath that they take. An inseparable part of their existence which fills them up from the moment that they come into existence and stays with them long after they have gone.

It allows them to interact with the elements of space and time around them -simply saying .. they can both adapt to their environment and adapt it towards their needs. URADA - as they call it- being inside the one who is a greater being.

Here now, I agree - its is a mind numbing concept my friend! Precisely for that reason , outsiders - like me.. can not just experience URADA outright when they arrive.

While the air on the atmosphere in Seague 15 is fully adjusted to all who arrive on the planet - of course, like the inter sectional galactic convention D part 3 dictates!

But few arrivals would dare to experience the planet without an adequate protection measure - a mask which over the first few years will allow you to alter the amount of dust that is sipping into your system and gradually allowing you to interact with the dust of life. The experience will be so overwhelming that few will ever recover from it.

Let me tell you this way - the experience of Bearaccy has previously been referred in the “Manual of Seague life 300998” as the sudden taste of chaos inside a collapsing star while observing a new universe being born within it. A lot to process for the unprepared.

And over the last few years- I .. your humble companion in spirit- have not only become a true dweller of Seague 15 - but have even come to the possession of the one and only combat pearl.

Tell all who you meet of the one story that I am about to tell you..Oh, of course how doltish of me - I completely forgot!

Allow me to introduce myself my fellow good gulch : My name is Captain Tornton Dregby and I am a fifth generation wild space clams hunter from Diyandebego of the 33rd colony.

Now, let us toast to me- and begin.

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The Picture Of Lula May

To define is to limit- I’m very scared, Buster.

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