The County Administrator’s words had
no time to sink in before I leapt into action and offered my staff the
benefit of my advice.
"We must be strong – if you show
weakness or fear the Sensorites will take over our minds and leave us
helpless" I said. They looked at me with relief on their faces as befits
a man and a woman who have a premier quality captain aboard ship.
"Thank goodness you’re all right"
said Carol Richmond. "You’ve been standing still for the last six hours.
We thought you were dead."
"I have been… er… thinking" I
said, nearly covering for what had obviously been a particularly strong
wave of mental attack from the Sense Shire. "Planning our next move and
possibly the one after that."
"The County Administrator said he
would be sending travel machines through space to take us down to the
Sense Shire" said Fingers. He appeared rather nervous.
"Something bothering you?" I
asked.
"I am worried that I will not know
which caste the Sensorites we meet belong to. I mustn’t talk to the
lower caste."
"You have such distinctions?" I
queried.
"How else do we know what each man
is best suited to do?" he replied.
"On Earth we have a saying – all
men are equal and mustn’t be judged by their covers because they aren’t
books but everywhere they are in chains because some are more equal than
others. The same holds true for women" I explained. He looked at me with
admiration in his face.
"You have some saliva on your
tunic – I think you must’ve dribbled while you were in your coma" he
said quietly.
Dear Diary,
The Sensorite travel machines
arrived and took us to the surface of the Sense Shire. I did offer a
plan of campaign which involved replicating our strategy in the first
universe but the others rejected it and I was out voted by four to one.
I don’t know how that could’ve happened given that we are a crew of four
but even if the extra vote had been cast in my favour it would still
have been three votes to two and I am only permitted under INNER
regulations to order a casting vote in the event of a tie. I was
fighting a lost cause and my plan – which centred around me staying up
in the space ship while they went to the surface to sort everything out
– was turned down. It worked so well last time too. Oh well, their loss
is my… actually it would be my loss as well as if they intend to execute
us then I am, ipso facto, one of them. It doesn’t look good but I am
loathe to let my crew know the state we’re in.
"Dammit, Butch, I’m a mineralogist
not a virgin willing to be stabbed through the chest as part of a pagan
ritual. I want valuable ores, not to have my blood supped by midgets. No
offence, Fingers."
"None taken – I am content with my
diminutive similarity."
There seemed to be nothing else
for it. I closed the curtains which separated us from our Sensorite
captors and convened an Extraordinary Crew Meeting.
Minutes of the SS Pioneer Staff
Meeting
Date
:
the 28th Century
Present
: Captain Maitland, Carol Richmond, the man John and Fingers
Apologies
: None save our liberty
Agenda
1. Minutes of the last meeting and
action points therein arising.
2. Avoidance of death.
3. Return to the SS Pioneer.
4. Getting lots and lots of
minerals
5. Any other business.
Minutes
1. No action points to carry
forward as they mostly concerned the now vanquished space genie.
2. CM made it clear that death was
not in the best interests of the SS Pioneer, INNER and the
department and should be avoided wherever possible.
ACTION POINT
– All to avoid being killed.
3. There appears to be no way of
escaping the Sense Shire which doesn’t involve the SS Pioneer
therefore our success in getting back aboard ship should be made a
key performance indicator. The preliminary target is within
forty-eight hours though TMJ asked for an executive assurance that
this KPI wouldn’t form part of the monthly review as it has not yet
been sanity checked by a managerial sub-committee. CM agreed to this
but indicated that this preliminary target would form part of the
preliminary monthly review. All agreed to this.
ACTION POINT
– CM to circulate final return to the pioneer KPI matrix as soon as
possible.
4. The man John wished to remind
us that our primary goal must be to obtain as many minerals as
possible from the Sense Shire as it is a veritable gold mine. CM
agreed to make the acquisition of minerals another KPI of this
adventure. Exact figures to be determined once we achieve point 3’s
KPI and are back aboard the Pioneer.
ACTION POINT
– TMJ to run some preliminary estimates past CM to allow a
benchmarking prior to final KPI assessment.
5. AOB – F wished to remind
everyone that his race is not a violent one and that these
Sensorites are probably more afraid of us than we are of them. He
also requested that we convey messages to members of the lower caste
on his behalf should we meet any of them.
Next meeting
–
Chair –
Captain Maitland
Minutes
– the man John (if alive, Carol Richmond if not)
Dear Diary,
We arrived at the palace of the elders and were
ushered into a throne room (or at the very least a room with a throne in
it – I couldn’t be certain that the throne was the room’s primary
function but it was certainly its most outstanding feature). A Sensorite
sat upon the throne with a felt crown upon his domed and swollen head.
"Your majesty" I said, crawling towards him on my
hands and knees in the accepted manner.
"How dare you address our ruler" said the Sensorite I
recognised as the County Administrator – he had a felt ruff around his
neck and a snarl on his lips. "You are unworthy of being in his
presence. You should be removed at once."
"Do not be hasty" said the monarch. "Sometimes we
must use fire to fight fire" he declared.
"You mean we can be of some use to you in solving a
human-made problem?" I asked.
"No" he replied. "I mean I wished to look upon you
just once before you were taken away and burned at the stake. Remove
him."
So I write this final entry from a prison cell. We
are to be burned alive when the first rays of sun can be seen over the
peaks of the Yellow Mountains. The man John has become philosophical,
Fingers has been fruitlessly picking at the lock and Carol Richmond has
been doing some relaxing sewing. Tomorrow we die. It doesn’t bear
thinking about but, alas, there is nothing else to do here but think. I
think I don’t want to die.