The Sequestran Dilemma – Chapter 3.20

Cat Proposes to Speak on my Behalf

“This is a Sequestran sorting station,” said Cat, “you see the Sequestrans are a benign ethereal like civilisation. They mean no one any real harm. However to survive, effectively to breathe, they need molecules and atoms to flow continuously through their quark holes. You see once upon time their home planet ‘Sta’ provided enough of the kind of energy they needed to take in for their ‘bodies’ to function properly. When their planet started to fail their scientists discovered that by harvesting the functionality of quark holes, and through moving inanimate matter molecules through such holes, they could artificially generate the energy type they needed to live.”

“Ok so basically what you’re saying is ‘what’ exactly in relation to how I get my Willy back?” I enquired.

Cat stared back at me with an incredulous slant to his whiskers saying,

“Have you not been listening at all you tailed moron? This is a quark hole sorting station. It’s where the Sequestrans do their best to sort out any animate objects or twits like you that happen to get sucked into one of their quark holes by mistake and jumbled up.”

“Ok,” I said, “I sort of understand the mixing up of bits because I remember about Fastmove on Earth. But I didn’t fall into that hole with a Mudlizard did I?”

“No you didn’t,” said Cat. “My guess is that their quark holes all connect up in one massive complex network and that a Mudlizard got sucked in somewhere else at around the same time as you did. Then unfortunately, your respective molecules got mixed up a bit at some junction point in the network. The Sequestran monitors picked this up and have brought you both here to try and sort you out. Personally though I would say you’re way past sorting out. And actually, you look alright with a tail,” added Cat.

Cat hovered rapidly upward as I swished my new appendage around my body in his direction, before saying,

“Look, just tell me what we do next. I want my bits back.”

“Surely it’s obvious isn’t it?” said Cat, “we need to ask the Sequestran sorting attendant at this station for help. Simple.”

“Right. So where is he, she or it?”

“All around us boss, all around us,” whined Cat.

I screwed my face up and said, “What do you mean, all around us?”

“I told you. The Sequestrans are an ethereal civilisation. They exist dispersed in what we perceive as the space around us,” said Cat in an exasperated tone.

“Right. So basically I can’t see them.”

“Nope,” said Cat.

“Well how the sprokus am I going to speak to them then if I can’t see them you mangey machine?” I grumbled.

“I cannot and do not therefore get ‘mange’ you twerp. And you cannot speak to them which in my view is very lucky for the Sequestrans. I shall speak to them on your behalf.”

Oh good grief I thought. Now I’m really in trouble……

End of Chapter 3

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