The Sorting Master
At that truly unique offer of help I returned, as did the Mudlizard, to a predatory circling, crouching type motion as Cat exclaimed loudly,
“The pair of you are as bad as each other, what in the universe are you both doing?”
Before I could engineer a suitably cutting reply, a fourth somewhat machine synthetic voice cut in saying,
“Welcome beings. Please do not panic. I am the Sorting Master at this Quark Station and I am here to help you get sorted out.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” I said staring intently at Cat, “something that wants to help.”
Cat grunted at that before replying to the disembodied voice of the Sorting Master, saying,
“It’s very good of you Sorting Master to communicate in a language that this idiot can understand.”
“You are most welcome Mr. Cat,” said the disembodied voice.
“Why is it that everyone and everything in this universe is so polite to you ‘Mr. Cat’ whist I get treated like a piece of sub-atomic flotsam,” I enquired of no one in particular.
“Probably because you’re a moron you moron,” responded Cat.
As I was just about to consider forming a pact with the Mudlizard, the Sorting Master spoke again,
“Please everyone just remain calm and I’ll have this all sorted out quite quickly. Now if I could just take down some particulars for our records.”
“I am perfectly calm,” said Cat.
“Yes, yes I know you are calm Mr. Cat. I was referring to the two exchangents,” said the Sorting Master’s voice.
To be continued………