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he may have decided to find another way to the surface via one of
these shafts. Things could have also happened the opposite way
around though.'
'What do you mean?' questioned Chucker, picking at the part of
the spacesuit covering his neck.
'Well, Robottom could equally have blown himself up into space,
in one or even several pieces. But then, having just said that, we
didn't see him on the surface or in orbit so that gives us a little hope
that he may still be alive somewhere.'
Chucker looked around at the shafts. 'Do you think these might
lead us directly into the moon dock?'
'It looks very likely,' answered Dong, running her dirty hands
through her long shiny hair, whose white colouring glowed in the
weird light, the organic spacesuit having allowed it to flow freely
through it's protective membrane. 'What's more if they do allow us
entry we will gain the upper hand in rescuing the messiah.'
'Woof ... what are we going to do if the bosseye send more soldiers
to look for us?'
'That's the best part of all of this any of above patrol will think we
were killed in the explosion, along with the others.'
'Grrr ... so we'll need to seal this hole up,' growled Scank, 'that way
we won't give them an indication that we are still very much alive
and an indication of where we've gone.'
'Yes,' agreed Dong, 'we will have to seal the hole up when we are
positioned inside one of these shafts, that way we won't be buried
alive.'
'But we might have to come back this way if these shafts don't
lead us anywhere!' argued Chucker, obviously afraid of being
trapped, a little hint of claustrophobia setting in.
'We don't have time to think about the consequences,' comforted
Dong, placing her hand around one of Chucker's flexible antennae
which poked through the spacesuit as did her hair.
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Chucker reacted with a large smile from behind his organically
smothered face. You are right, let's just live dangerously and do it!'
With all three having hunched together inside one of the many
shafts, Dong did the honours of firing a successive line of deafening
laser squares into all sides of the hole.
Before the dirt had time to fall to the metal floor The Three Wise
Aliens had crawled briskly away from the main force of the foreseen
dust cloud which rapidly imploded in on itself leaving several clans
of moondust mites confused and bewildered.
The flat rough shape of their chosen shaft quickly proved difficult
to manoeuvre in. At first each of them were finding it hard to move
forwards under the cramped conditions, especially Dong, but after
a while they got used to a certain set of movements; movements
which made them feel like a Tovarian slug.
'We shouldn't have far to go,' whispered Dong, from behind.
'Robottom is okay ... grrr ... isn't he?' Scank growled, hopeful, his
thoughts returning to the asteroid belt where he had first set eyes on
the loveable pair of robotics legs.
'Of course, Scank, my hairy friend, he's fine, wherever he now is?'
Chucker went red at the thoughts he was suddenly having.
'Grrr, I just can't help thinking that he hasn't survived his final fart. It
was pretty awesome and he seemed pretty distressed.' Feeling a
sudden drop in the surface ahead of him, the leetlesheet halted
and turned his head back to inform the other two of another shaft,
leading in a different direction. 'It looks as though there is an
adjoining shaft going downwards. This place is looking more and
more like some complex maze.'
'If we are able to, I suggest we continue to crawl onwards,' said
Dong, confident of her own advice. 'I am certain it will lead us to
the moon dock. I had nearly reached it on my,' the squidge paused
in thought, 'moontain bike before your cries of help turned me
around.'
'I'm sure you're correct,' agreed Scank, 'it does appear to be the
most sensible decision. For all we know this downward shaft could
lead to all our deaths.' With the choice made he crawled happily
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onwards, taking care not to slip down the adjoining shaft he had just
found.
After several bends had been carefully negotiated, just ahead of
the group, something appeared to be moving toward them. Even [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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he may have decided to find another way to the surface via one of
these shafts. Things could have also happened the opposite way
around though.'
'What do you mean?' questioned Chucker, picking at the part of
the spacesuit covering his neck.
'Well, Robottom could equally have blown himself up into space,
in one or even several pieces. But then, having just said that, we
didn't see him on the surface or in orbit so that gives us a little hope
that he may still be alive somewhere.'
Chucker looked around at the shafts. 'Do you think these might
lead us directly into the moon dock?'
'It looks very likely,' answered Dong, running her dirty hands
through her long shiny hair, whose white colouring glowed in the
weird light, the organic spacesuit having allowed it to flow freely
through it's protective membrane. 'What's more if they do allow us
entry we will gain the upper hand in rescuing the messiah.'
'Woof ... what are we going to do if the bosseye send more soldiers
to look for us?'
'That's the best part of all of this any of above patrol will think we
were killed in the explosion, along with the others.'
'Grrr ... so we'll need to seal this hole up,' growled Scank, 'that way
we won't give them an indication that we are still very much alive
and an indication of where we've gone.'
'Yes,' agreed Dong, 'we will have to seal the hole up when we are
positioned inside one of these shafts, that way we won't be buried
alive.'
'But we might have to come back this way if these shafts don't
lead us anywhere!' argued Chucker, obviously afraid of being
trapped, a little hint of claustrophobia setting in.
'We don't have time to think about the consequences,' comforted
Dong, placing her hand around one of Chucker's flexible antennae
which poked through the spacesuit as did her hair.
72
Chucker reacted with a large smile from behind his organically
smothered face. You are right, let's just live dangerously and do it!'
With all three having hunched together inside one of the many
shafts, Dong did the honours of firing a successive line of deafening
laser squares into all sides of the hole.
Before the dirt had time to fall to the metal floor The Three Wise
Aliens had crawled briskly away from the main force of the foreseen
dust cloud which rapidly imploded in on itself leaving several clans
of moondust mites confused and bewildered.
The flat rough shape of their chosen shaft quickly proved difficult
to manoeuvre in. At first each of them were finding it hard to move
forwards under the cramped conditions, especially Dong, but after
a while they got used to a certain set of movements; movements
which made them feel like a Tovarian slug.
'We shouldn't have far to go,' whispered Dong, from behind.
'Robottom is okay ... grrr ... isn't he?' Scank growled, hopeful, his
thoughts returning to the asteroid belt where he had first set eyes on
the loveable pair of robotics legs.
'Of course, Scank, my hairy friend, he's fine, wherever he now is?'
Chucker went red at the thoughts he was suddenly having.
'Grrr, I just can't help thinking that he hasn't survived his final fart. It
was pretty awesome and he seemed pretty distressed.' Feeling a
sudden drop in the surface ahead of him, the leetlesheet halted
and turned his head back to inform the other two of another shaft,
leading in a different direction. 'It looks as though there is an
adjoining shaft going downwards. This place is looking more and
more like some complex maze.'
'If we are able to, I suggest we continue to crawl onwards,' said
Dong, confident of her own advice. 'I am certain it will lead us to
the moon dock. I had nearly reached it on my,' the squidge paused
in thought, 'moontain bike before your cries of help turned me
around.'
'I'm sure you're correct,' agreed Scank, 'it does appear to be the
most sensible decision. For all we know this downward shaft could
lead to all our deaths.' With the choice made he crawled happily
73
onwards, taking care not to slip down the adjoining shaft he had just
found.
After several bends had been carefully negotiated, just ahead of
the group, something appeared to be moving toward them. Even [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]