The Landing, part 3
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In the relative shelter of the bush the ship's crew awaits the return of the scout the captain's sent out. The earth underneath the large plants feels damp and has the distinguished smell of peat. A giant bird sits on a nearby stick, and looks at them with an ever watchful eye. Wallace, a physicist who's part of the crew for this special mission, has started pacing through their little plot.
“Wallace, do sit down!” the captain warns him, “We'll be noticed if you keep making those noises!”
“We have already been noticed by that strange bird over there, Captain,” Wallace retorts, “It's been giving me the heebie-jeebies ever since we sat ourselves down here. It looks like it's dead.”
“That bird's not dead, Wallace!”
“It is! Look at his eyes!”
Other crew members join in: “Wallace, whether it's dead or not. I don't care to find out. If it ain't, it'll snap you in half with that beak. So keep quiet.”
They sit in silence for a while. Wallace is staring straight in the big bird's eye when their scout arrives. Hope flickers up in the crew's eyes. If the scout brings them good news that their craft isn't lost, they might be able to leave this god forsaken, peat-smelling hole. It might take them some time to get the ship running again, but... The look on the woman's face doesn't account to much good: “We lost our ship, Captain.” Every hope is gone from the eyes of the leader of this expedition; Without the ship they'll never return home.
“Hey Kenneth, come look! I think I've managed to piece your Bionicle™ back together!”
The little boy comes running into the kitchen. “But mu-um, that doesn't even look like a Bionicle™!” Kenneth examines the strangely assembled toy he's holding in his hands. His mother attempts to swallow a sigh. “It does look cool though!”
His mother lets slip a sigh of relief.
“How did you make that?” her son asks.
“Well, it looked like the best way to assemble it.”
“Wow! Look at those cool buttons!”
Years later Kenneth still wouldn't be able to describe what happened the instant after he pressed one of the buttons. There was a flash of something – whether it be light or sound, he couldn't tell – and then everything went dark, or he simply couldn't remember.
In the relative shelter of the bush the ship's crew awaits the return of the scout the captain's sent out. The earth underneath the large plants feels damp and has the distinguished smell of peat. A giant bird sits on a nearby stick, and looks at them with an ever watchful eye. Wallace, a physicist who's part of the crew for this special mission, has started pacing through their little plot.
“Wallace, do sit down!” the captain warns him, “We'll be noticed if you keep making those noises!”
“We have already been noticed by that strange bird over there, Captain,” Wallace retorts, “It's been giving me the heebie-jeebies ever since we sat ourselves down here. It looks like it's dead.”
“That bird's not dead, Wallace!”
“It is! Look at his eyes!”
Other crew members join in: “Wallace, whether it's dead or not. I don't care to find out. If it ain't, it'll snap you in half with that beak. So keep quiet.”
They sit in silence for a while. Wallace is staring straight in the big bird's eye when their scout arrives. Hope flickers up in the crew's eyes. If the scout brings them good news that their craft isn't lost, they might be able to leave this god forsaken, peat-smelling hole. It might take them some time to get the ship running again, but... The look on the woman's face doesn't account to much good: “We lost our ship, Captain.” Every hope is gone from the eyes of the leader of this expedition; Without the ship they'll never return home.
“Hey Kenneth, come look! I think I've managed to piece your Bionicle™ back together!”
The little boy comes running into the kitchen. “But mu-um, that doesn't even look like a Bionicle™!” Kenneth examines the strangely assembled toy he's holding in his hands. His mother attempts to swallow a sigh. “It does look cool though!”
His mother lets slip a sigh of relief.
“How did you make that?” her son asks.
“Well, it looked like the best way to assemble it.”
“Wow! Look at those cool buttons!”
Years later Kenneth still wouldn't be able to describe what happened the instant after he pressed one of the buttons. There was a flash of something – whether it be light or sound, he couldn't tell – and then everything went dark, or he simply couldn't remember.
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