26.11.2006
The Solar Youthamatic
http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/s-hands%20in%20the%20pocket.mp3 He turned to Mantorgan. "You left this way too late y' know." Mantorgan, the Elder of the planet Ka'or, which orbited the star known as Ke'mor, was quite hurt by this accusation. Requiring great effort to make his mouth, which was shaped like two bananas stuck together, speak a Human language, he retorted: "We on'y came into contact with a'ien 'ife forms 'ast week." "That's no excuse. Do you realise your sun will go nova in less than two Ka'or years! It's very dangerous to leave it that late," He scolded. "So can you sti'' he'p?" Mantorgan was getting quite worried. If he didn't do something about this his species would be wiped out in less than two years. While he was the oldest Ka'orean alive, he intended it to stay that way for at least another eight years. "Of course," said Parovich, opening his presentation brochure, "The procedure can still be carried out right up until about a month before nova is due to occur." Mantorgan made an expression of relief, which involved opening his mouth as wide as it would go and showing his eight tongues, which swayed slightly, like grass in a light breeze. Parovich was physically sick. When the mess had been cleaned up Parovich continued with the presentation: "The Solar Youthamatic Version:233.54 works on a system of introducing energy, via a zero-point power generator into your sun, causing nuclear fusion to cease and causing nuclear fission to start. When set correctly 'fission will create just as much energy as fusion, and your planet will be saved," Parovich paused for a breath. "Any questions?" "Just one," Mantorgan said. "How much wi'' this cost?" "Standard service costs about 4,000 space dollars." "I don't have any space do''ars," Mantorgen blurted. "You'll have to sell something, then." "There was a M'Tok who said it wou'd buy twenty thousand tons of Havrogdan Grain from us. But it was on'y wi''ing to pay two hundred space do''ars." "I can sell you one of the earlier versions of the Solar Youthamatic in the form of a do-it-yourself kit." Parovich proposed. Mantorgan grudgingly accepted. Mantorgan looked at the instruction manual. It read: "Thankyou for purchasing the Solar Youthamatic, Version: 2.3. Before activating, first find out the mass/density ratio of the star you wish to use the device on." He turned to the vice elder, Groron. "What's the mass/density ratio of Ke'mor?" "How should I know?" Barked Groron. "You're the one who thought you cou'd figure this out by yourse'f." "We'', 'ets just forgo that part, then." Groron dispised the fact that the o'dest Ka'orean got to be the 'eader when he was obvious'y more suited to the job. Mantorgan was just seni'e. Montargon read on: "Once you've figured out your mass/density ratio, input the figure into your So'ar Youthamatic Version:2.33, using the units of 'ugars/be''ymagon." "Okay, there's another part to skip. What's next." Groron didn't like the sound of this. "What part to skip? You can't go skipping anything, it cou'd cause the destruction of our entire society!" he panicked. "Nonsense. They don't expect you to fo''ow the directions exact'y. It's just not reasonab'e." "P'ease, just pay Parovich on an ensta'ment p'an." "I aint doing that! Have you any idea how much interest wou'd bui'd up? We'd end up paying more than trip'e the origina' cost." He read on: "Next, aim your Youthamatic Version:2.3 at your required star and activate." Montargon Turned to Groron. "Ca'' back Parovich." After setting the Solar Youthamatic Version 233.54 up Parovich returned to the surface of Ka'or. "Now, whatever you do, please remember to turn off your Solar Youthamatic within 18 billion years, otherwise your star will be completely fissed and the effects will be as devastating as if you allowed it to go nova." "Wi'' do," Montargon assured him. Approx. 18 billion years later... The streets of Ka'or were lined with a strange writing which nobody could understand, although it was obvious to everyone that it was the same words repeated over and over again. Nobody knew what they said, but the elder at the time, Juju, had ordered all the experts on the planet to work on deciphering this strange dialect. One day while walking around the palace gardens Juju happened to look up into the sky and he noticed something quite odd. The sun was increasing in size, and the light it was producing was dimming. This didn't bother Juju. He'd always known that fire dies out when it runs out of fuel, and assumed the ancestral spirits would create another fireball in the sky. The head scientist, Habfortan, came running towards him. She looked quite excited, her eight tongues were all moving around in the form of semicircles. "We have trans'ated the ancient message!" she announced. "Rea''y? And what does it say?" by now they were standing in almost pitch darkness. "Don't forget to turn the Youthamatic off." "What does that mean?" At that moment an androgynous blue space alien was passing the Ke'mor system in it's blue space ship and noticed that bright expanding flash of a star exploding. "Looks like somebody forgot to read the safety warning on their solar youthamatic." It chuckled. Solar Youthamatic safety warning (all versions): Remember, it's safer to turn your Youthamatic off a few years early than not at all. The End
Parovich Hamen peered at the solar density/mass scanner.