Stardate 01112789.22: ...Waffle.
On the edge of space, far beyond the ken of man, lies a small world scarcely known by those who know worlds at all. It's a distant cousin to Earth. It sprang from the same loins. Molecules. Space dust. The sperm of space.
There are some similarities between the two cousins, in that humankind visiting that far world might recognize the firmament and the salty water seas. Indeed some flora might even recall a garden blooming light years away on a relatively young planet. Terra. Four billion or so Earth years old. If we can use that measurement: despite the myopic view of humankind, the universe does not measure time according to the orbit of one planet in the vastness of countless galaxies.
Back to Earth's cousin. This small Minshara class world might be named G 119-B094A by some enterprising human, or, more likely, "Bob." Terrans enjoy sticking their own appellation on things.
Those who currently live upon Bob are vastly superior to their human counterparts. They can both swim and fly, without changing clothes. Their long Giraffe-like necks allow them to sport beautifully jewelled chokers as well as avoid traffic jams. And they do have many traffic jams, since no one works for a living everyone enjoys going for a Sunday drive every day of the nine-day week, including Sunday.
They don't call it "Sunday" of course. They call it "Pisces Dies." The day of the fish. Surrounded by abundant ocean, this is the day mariners and landlubbers alike step from their homes, cottages, mansions, caves, and igloos to fish. Some will cast long lines from the shores, singing as they wade in the shallows upon the soft sands that glow in the two-sunned morning of another bright day. Others will lie in boats towed by the dolfin-like Delphus. The boated Boblings will let their hands drift in the water, languidly, until an enterprising fish comes to nibble. Then womp. They become dinner.
The Delphus are domesticated sea creatures. They live in pens on the shore, landsides owned by a Bobling family for generations. They are both pets and workmates. Although they sing strangely, they are not considered to be sentient because no one understands them.
There are some similarities between the two cousins, in that humankind visiting that far world might recognize the firmament and the salty water seas. Indeed some flora might even recall a garden blooming light years away on a relatively young planet. Terra. Four billion or so Earth years old. If we can use that measurement: despite the myopic view of humankind, the universe does not measure time according to the orbit of one planet in the vastness of countless galaxies.
Back to Earth's cousin. This small Minshara class world might be named G 119-B094A by some enterprising human, or, more likely, "Bob." Terrans enjoy sticking their own appellation on things.
Those who currently live upon Bob are vastly superior to their human counterparts. They can both swim and fly, without changing clothes. Their long Giraffe-like necks allow them to sport beautifully jewelled chokers as well as avoid traffic jams. And they do have many traffic jams, since no one works for a living everyone enjoys going for a Sunday drive every day of the nine-day week, including Sunday.
They don't call it "Sunday" of course. They call it "Pisces Dies." The day of the fish. Surrounded by abundant ocean, this is the day mariners and landlubbers alike step from their homes, cottages, mansions, caves, and igloos to fish. Some will cast long lines from the shores, singing as they wade in the shallows upon the soft sands that glow in the two-sunned morning of another bright day. Others will lie in boats towed by the dolfin-like Delphus. The boated Boblings will let their hands drift in the water, languidly, until an enterprising fish comes to nibble. Then womp. They become dinner.
The Delphus are domesticated sea creatures. They live in pens on the shore, landsides owned by a Bobling family for generations. They are both pets and workmates. Although they sing strangely, they are not considered to be sentient because no one understands them.