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CHAPTER 31
The Journal
“What were you doing back there?” said Rip. “You know how hungry those creatures were?”
“It was worth it,” I said. “Look at this. They were hiding some type of old book. Who knows what important information it contains.”
“Another book?” asked Rip concernedly. “Last time you read a book to us we got in a lot of trouble. Remember?”
“I haven’t had time to forget. Last time I read a book to you was a copy of Very Rare Planets, and that was when we decided to visit Hroon. So only seconds ago did we finish getting in the trouble that occurred from the last time I read a book to you.”
“Exactly. I think we could use a break before you start unleashing more trouble from out of whatever other hexed books you continuously find lying around.”
“I concur,” said Wilx. “Take that book to your room if you want to read it. We’ll be in here purging our minds of cursed knowledge by way of a few Crammington Krish Fortinis.”
“We still have some of those?” said Rip elatedly.
I retired to my room, leaving the two well-seasoned travellers of space and time to their self-destructive methods of transcendental meditation.
I carefully opened the book, making sure not to crack its weather-worn pages. I immediately saw from the dated entries that it was a personal journal of sorts.
My name is Jorf. I just moved to the up and coming Yoloron Galaxy. Today I started a new job. I am an Intergalactic Specimen Collector. It is my duty to obtain any and all sorts of life forms from whatever planet I come across. The spaceship I have been equipped with may be old and rickety, but it has all the right environmental housing facilities for storing any type of species. My first assignment is to visit a nearby largish meteor that has taken up orbit around a new sun. We are to decide if the meteor is showing any tendencies of becoming a planet, i.e.: whether or not life is sprouting up on this barren wasteland. It sounds dull, and I don’t expect to find anything. Just the sort of job they give to someone on their first day.
I wasn’t entirely interested in this Jorf character, but I recognized the name Yoloron as having been the ancient name for what humans would later call the Milky Way Galaxy.
Today our ship arrived at the meteor/planet. According to the papers back home, this new addition to our galaxy has been named ‘Earth,’ a word from the Hindrian language meaning ‘unsightly, misshapen barren wasteland.’ I actually thought the name sounded good, and figured it was a shame to have such a negative meaning attached to it. But no other description is as appropriate for Earth. It is simply an uninhabited meteor. I have no idea why we’ve been sent here.
3rd ENTRY – DATE: 337/53 – LOCATION: Surface of Earth
We have set up a camp base on the surface of the meteor. We are to stay here for a Yoloron week to thoroughly make sure there are no signs of life. Everything is freezing cold. A week here will probably feel more like a month.
5th ENTRY – DATE 337/55 – LOCATION: Surface of Earth
There is not much to do here. I have mostly been experimenting with the liquor supply by mixing all sorts of random alcohols together, hoping for some type of favourable concoction. Only one drink has so far tasted decent. I have decided to call it a ‘Crammington Krish Fortini,’ named after my great friend and mentor Crammington Krish Fortini. Working a job is most difficult after drinking a few CKF’s, as the effects of this new beverage are staggeringly strong.
6th ENTRY – DATE: 337/56 – LOCATION: Surface of Earth
Today was our fourth night on Earth. I’ve been trying to keep myself busy analyzing ground samples. There appears to be no cellular activity on this entire rock. There isn’t even the trace of an atmosphere. We have sent burrowing pod-bots to the core, to check for any heat emission that might later provide fertile ground for life. Negative readings across the board. You can tell that the rest of the crew has taken a liking to my new drink by the drastic drop in work productivity. One of the robot technicians even thinks the CKF might be a big hit at the local bars.
Today we left Earth. Our ship is chartered for home and I could not be happier.
10th ENTRY – DATE: 337/60 – LOCATION: Mother Ship
Something terrible has happened. It seems a cooler full of life-samples has been forgotten on the surface of Earth. We have been ordered to turn our ship around for a Retrieval Mission. Personally I don’t see the problem with the loss of one cooler.
11th ENTRY – DATE 337/61 – LOCATION: Mother Ship
This cooler is a big deal! Everyone calls it The Ultimate Kit. It is apparently a well-rounded collection of the most varied forms of life from across the farthest stretches of the universe. I have been told the cooler is the ‘Ark of All Alien Life.’ It also contains a very rare planetary starter kit, including Instant-Ocean packets and ultra rare Bottled-Atmosphere.
12th ENTRY – DATE 337/61 – LOCATION: Surface of Earth
We are now back at Earth. The camp base was reconstructed. A search party was immediately sent out to scour the crater-laden surface for the cooler. I have yet to be accused, but I now remember clearly that I was the one who lost the cooler. Punishment is said to be severe. I hope everyone understands it was a mistake, and that anyone would have forgotten the cooler if they’d been gallivanting around a pitch dark meteor while sloshed on half a dozen CKFs.
14th ENTRY – DATE: 337/63 – LOCATION: Mother Ship
After two days of searching the entire surface of Earth, we have concluded that the cooler is no longer here, or was never here in the first place. I’ve decided to retire from the specimen collecting business and continue a relaxing career with my experimental drink-making adventures.
I decided to skip the next few pages, noticing they were merely a mad inventors’ plans for selling ill-conceived, deadly drinks. After a few weeks the entries were suddenly being written from prison.
I have been convicted of the heinous crime of ‘Unwanted Planet Creation.’ Apparently there were more than 17 witnesses who claimed I brazenly and drunkenly dumped out the contents of the cooler. While I cannot deny these claims, nor deny that there were indeed witnesses all around me, I still suspect my team members of ratting me out for the sole reason of wishing to steal my invention of the Crammington Krish Fortini, a drink that in one month has become so popular it’s being quoted as ‘the New Water.’ The robot technician George was especially interested in seeing the list of ingredients for the CKF. The CKF is not my only invention to have recently taken off. The media is saying that in the last month Earth has quadrupled in size, as well as having formed an atmosphere, an ocean and a rainforest. There is no question that Earth is rapidly evolving into a full-fledged planet. As for life-forms, evolution passed through the amoebic stage within the first week, and now there are sightings of strange and tiny wriggly creatures crawling from out of the ocean. The unexpected planet has been deemed superfluous and/or a threat to the galaxy. I do not know what will happen to me. All I know is that I’ve been allowed to keep my journal and that a piece of its blank paper is the best meal I’ve had in weeks.
I could see the ripped edge of the page that Jorf had torn out and eaten.
I ran down the corridor to tell Rip and Wilx the news. They were coincidentally drunk on Crammington Krish Fortinis. Or not a coincidence, depending on how synchronized you believe the universe to be.
“How’s the reading going?” asked Rip. “Learning new things that will endanger our lives?”
“Have you ever heard of the Yoloron Galaxy?”
“The Yoloron G
alaxy?” asked Wilx, snapping alive as if instantly made sober by the mention of the words. “That sounds familiar.”
“It’s the exact same Galaxy we’re in right now. Humans called it the Milky Way.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Rip.
“The book I got on Hroon, it’s an old journal by an intergalactic specimen-collector. He details the events in which he visits Earth while it was still a lifeless meteor.”
“What’s Earth?” asked Rip.
“You know that planet you just dumped me on for thousands of years? The planet you forever altered when you introduced a diabolically inter-spliced species of investment bankers? That’s Earth.”
“Oh, yeah. Earth. But it isn’t really Earth anymore, is it?”
“No. It’s the Planetglomerate.”
“Had you reached the point yet?” asked Rip.
“This guy, the specimen collector, he spilled a cooler full of alien life samples on the surface of Earth. All the various seeds/cells/fungi from the cooler quickly evolved and spread, becoming the reason Earth turned into a planet. The cooler was an intergalactic Ark of all alien life. This explains the randomness and crowded diversity of life on Earth. After all, what sort of sane and naturally evolved planet has dozens of millions of different species?”
“But what is the relevance?”
“If this had never happened, Rip wouldn’t have had a planet in which to introduce his inter-spliced bankers. And it was the inter-spliced bankers who turned into Greegs after the creation of the Planetglomerate.”
“What?”
“Because of this journal, the evolutionary path of the human/Greeg can now be traced back to the actions of one oblivious dope who didn’t care about keeping his job.”
“How did the journal end up on Hroon?”
“I don’t know that yet.”
“Unusual place for a journal to be.”
“Another thing about the specimen collector,” I said, “is that he invented the Crammington Krish Fortini.”
“He did not!” shouted Rip belligerently.
“Everyone knows that George the Robot Technician invented the CKF,” concurred Wilx.
“You’re wrong,” I said. “Jorf writes about how the drink was stolen by George.”
“Who’s Jorf?”
“The guy who wrote the journal. The oblivious dope.”
Wilx and I sat quietly while trying to deal with the strangeness of existence. Rip went a little loud and crazy.
“Fully knowing how things came to be is never a good thing,” he said.