Cat Goes Flying whilst I think Worms
Meanwhile, Cat, who had ricocheted off the first wall into another before using his thrusters to brake, stood before me with all 4 legs splayed to steady himself. He shook his head in an effort to get his rubberised face back into a more acceptable shape. His first words to me sounded a little like the gibberish I now spoke so I wondered whether the blow had done something to his internal circuitry.
“SHUSHHAFFASHHA WII PUFFI AS HIC,” he spluttered before recovering his composure, looking up at me and saying very clearly,
“Even if you applied to a learning space for amoebae you still wouldn’t pass the entrance thoughts would you, you,….. you sub-sub quarkic particle brain!!”
“Look I really am sorry,” I said. “I honestly didn’t do that on purpose. I really want to get out of wherever we are and get my bits back you know.”
“Well, slapping me across the room absolutely isn’t going to help is it?” Cat harumphed before continuing with, “fortunately for you I had worked out pretty much all that I can before you whopped me with your ruddy appendage.”
“Right. Good,” I said. “So when and how do I get my willy back?”
“I have no idea,” Cat said rather sardonically, “surprisingly your missing penis has not been top of my list of priorities.”
“Well what in the ‘Meteorites of Mericles’ have been your priorities then?” I asked somewhat testily.
“Well for one thing working out, or trying to work out, exactly where we are,” responded Cat.
“And?…” I enquired from the very edge of my uncertainty.
“Right,” said Cat, “as far as I can tell we are approximately 72.7798 light years away from the hole.”
Now, I had never been terribly good at converting light years into a distance unit that made sense, like miles or metres or atamites. However even my limited arithmetical capabilities knew that 70 odd lights was a lot of any of those. We’d come a very long way in not a lot of time. How was this possible? I’d heard of worm holes of course, who hadn’t? Of course I had no idea how they worked but could we be in one I wondered? Cat must know I thought so I asked him, thinking how much him being able to tell me would stroke his monstrous ego. I didn’t care though, I needed to know for obvious reasons.
“Cat,” I said, are we in a worm hole?”
To be continued……