Is nothing sacred to science? |
The great molecular accelerator hick-ups. Lab technicians scurry about, putting out fires. "Hey! That's my foot!" Winkin shouts and pulls her foot back from a probing technician's lead gloved hands. She is a Faery and no bigger than your thumb. Winkin rustles her four wings and flies around the great chamber. "What is this? A room with no windows or doors?" she is very upset. Mr. Frizzle takes a bullhorn "Please, come down here where we can speak. Do you speak English?" Winkin had been shouting in Elfin Gaelic. She understands and alights in front of Mr. Frizzle. "Ehm... Where am I?" the Faery bats her blond eye lashes and brilliant green eyes. Mr. Frizzle gave a toothy smile to the technicians. "Thank goodness. You speak English. Well, your in the Netherlands and this is a machine that catches small particles.. uh-- pieces of energy." Winkin flips her long red hair. "I don't like it." Mr. Frizzle gave another toothy smile. "I'm very sorry. I'm the operational supervisor. Would you like some tea?" He offers the Faery tea and a new chapter in scientific discovery is begun. to be continued.... Chapter 2; The Interview "All right?" Frizzle smiles at the tiny alien. Winkin crinkles her nose and sniffs the tea, then sips from the thimble size cup. "I can't be poisoned." she answers with a deadly cold gaze. "Oh? That's good to know." Mr. Frizzle takes out his note book and scribbles with his #2 pencil. "What's your name hon?" he continues. "Winkin.. hon." the Feary smile is disturbing almost demonic. Mr. Frizzle drinks some tea, "Ah where do you come from?" Winkin giggles and points to the exploded hole in the accelerator. Nicki the human resource manager has entered the lab. "What the hell is going on here? The hazard sirens are blaring." Nicki is clearly upset. "Hi." Winkin waves to the frail figure of an HR. "What the fuck is that!" Nicki screeches, pointing her nicotine stained finger at Winkin. Mr. Frizzle quickly takes Nicki aside to quietly explain the visitor. Nicki lights up a Tiparillo. "Look ah Winkin. This is a very important question. You need to answer me honestly." Nicki paused to smoke. "How did you get in here and where are you from?" The human resource councilor forced a smile as the Netherland's fire department raced in. "That's two questions.. hon and I don't know how I got here. I think that thing sucked me up .. " Winkin put more honey in her tea and sipped. "I live mostly in Scotland, but I like to visit my kin in the Netherlands." she took a piece of biscuit and nibbled. "Oh. This is very good. We're making great progress." Mr. Frizzle remarked, scribbling on his note pad excitedly. "Yeah. A multimillion dollar facility is trashed and I have to tell the press and corporate that a Feary broke it. I need a beer." Nicki words were strained and her shoulders hunched forward as she smoked her Tiparillo. "This is the greatest news break, since God spoke to Moses!" Mr. Frizzle exclaimed, his blue eyes were wild with excitement. "Moses spoke to a Feary. His name is Trinkle. I can call him. If you want to talk?" Winkin burped. Frizzle and Nicki stared at the tiny Feary in shock. "The Moses? Of the Ten Commandments?" Mr. Frizzle checked his IPOD video. He had been using it to record the interview. It was fried. He quickly made more notes. "Yes! We welcome you all. Let's all be friends and learn from each other!" Nicki forced a trembling toothy smile as she tried to wave over a police officer. Several of the Netherland's finest SWAT team surrounded Winkin, who appeared to take little notice. The Feary vanished. "Did you see that?" Nicki pleaded to the police. "I-don't know what I saw." the officer shrugged. "I saw it and I have detailed notes!" Mr. Frizzle held up his notebook with a big toothy smile. "I'll take that. It's evidence." the officer said and snatched the notebook. Nicki and Frizzle stood in dumb dismay as the lab emptied of firemen and police. "We are screwed." Nicki said and took a long drag on her Tiparillo. =++= V |