The transponder (okay, a severely modified cellphone tied to the car's radio, but that's what passed for a transponder out here) chirped.
"Hi," said the message. "This is the pilot of the Vauxhall Cavalier you're probably looking at right now. At the moment, I'm in a parking orbit and I can't come to the phone. This probably means I'm asleep, on the pot, or most likely trying to stay as still as possible relative to Earth in order to maintain my internet connection over several light hours."
"If you're considering interupting me, and in the event that is should be the latter circumstance, please believe me when I say that I've got a little toy aboard that may well pop your structural integrity like a needle to a balloon and all I need is a test subject. So! If you feel lucky, please dial one-seven-zero-one. If you don't then go away."
"Is he for real?" asked the passenger of the Winnebago closing in on said piece-of-British-automotive-industry/improvised-starship.
The driver considered this and then dialled the required four numbers. "Probably."
The first sound to come through the phone was a few bars of music that were hastily dialled back in volume. "You're lucky, the download just finished. Who is it?"
"It's me," the driver said, apparently feeling that this sufficed.
"Lone Star! And his sidekick: Puke!"
"Very funny," the driver sighed.D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
"Hi," said the message. "This is the pilot of the Vauxhall Cavalier you're probably looking at right now. At the moment, I'm in a parking orbit and I can't come to the phone. This probably means I'm asleep, on the pot, or most likely trying to stay as still as possible relative to Earth in order to maintain my internet connection over several light hours."
"If you're considering interupting me, and in the event that is should be the latter circumstance, please believe me when I say that I've got a little toy aboard that may well pop your structural integrity like a needle to a balloon and all I need is a test subject. So! If you feel lucky, please dial one-seven-zero-one. If you don't then go away."
"Is he for real?" asked the passenger of the Winnebago closing in on said piece-of-British-automotive-industry/improvised-starship.
The driver considered this and then dialled the required four numbers. "Probably."
The first sound to come through the phone was a few bars of music that were hastily dialled back in volume. "You're lucky, the download just finished. Who is it?"
"It's me," the driver said, apparently feeling that this sufficed.
"Lone Star! And his sidekick: Puke!"
"Very funny," the driver sighed.D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.
D for Drakensis
You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.