DO NOT EAT THE ICE-CREAM

Today marks the Grand Opening! Come, visit the Historical Museum of Great Minds! A once-in-a-century opportunity to learn from the Greats!

Please ignore the earlier Grand Opening from the 99,999th century, the Grand Opening from the 99,998th century, the Grand Opening from the 99,997th century...

...and the original inauguration from the distant 21st century. (You had to be there!)

Priscillian, a young Felis of six centuries of age, is glad to be at the same time and space where his being can coincide with a rare museum. One visitor is allowed every year. Entropy favored the cat!

As he ventures inside the halls, his photoreceptors realize something... All historical figures are perfect flash-replicas! Down to the way they breathe, smile, frown, and hold a spoon! (Spoons are not included in the visit to the Historical Museum of Great Minds.)

Priscillian strikes up a conversation with Ornlu, the One-Eyed King. The gentle Canis howls the legend of the Wolf’s Jewel to the listener.
Priscillian later stumbles upon Xtoles, the Sun Warrior. The proud quetzal chirps a tune; the very melody that shares his ancient name.

A billion more Minds live in the building. They can’t leave, no matter how much you beg them to. (They love it here!)

But the greatest surprise came to Priscillian, next to the concession stand...

A tall Vulpes, of red fur and purple eyes! The database provided at the entrance holds no record of this character.

The feline hesitates if he should report his findings to the Museum. (Smart cat!)


> ‘‘Worry not! I work here!’’

- "Here, at the Main Lobby?"

> ‘‘Yes! I offer a wide variety of refreshments!’’


Priscillian looks around the displays. He raises a query.


- "Where is the carbon-flavored protein nanopaste?"

> ‘‘The-what-now?’’


A question to respond to a question. Both stay stiff in their own confusion. (Awkward…)


> ‘‘Listen here, kitty-cat. I have something to cool your palate: It’s called Ice Cream!’’

- "Oh! Is it frozen lactose?"

> ‘‘Yes! In a soft, thick presentation.’’

- "Do you have carbon-flavored protein Ice Cream?"

> ''Even better than that!’’


The fox presents a textured, purple sphere, which is supported underneath with a cone made of hardened wheat dough. (Sounds mildly scrumptious.)


> ‘‘Your, uh, metabolistic innards, can handle this.’’

- "What is the component that stimulates the palate?"

> ‘‘Cocoa... extracts! All natural flavors.’’

- "Is the final product foraged from a bush? Does it grow ripe from a tree?"

> ‘‘No, not at all.’’

- "Then it is of artificial origin."

> ‘‘What?’’


The vulpine struggles to organize a vocal retort. Meanwhile, the feline takes careful notice of such curious language through the body. (Very smart cat!)

After an infrared analysis, Priscillian gasps. The fox glows in heat, much more than a standard cyborg would!

An X-ray look through his figure would settle his doubts. But to do so would imply distrust towards the Museum. And Priscillian trusts the Historical Museum of Great Minds.

A moral dilemma has been settled.


> ‘‘Isn’t everything here artificial, kitty-cat?’’


The Felis glances around.

Intelligent Signs. Magnetic Lights. Polymer Seats. Translucid Displays.

The only natural ingredient in this visit is his feline curiosity.

Priscillian accepts the item from the weird fox. A synthetic, recyclable spoon too!

The Felis licks at the treat without concern.

Behind the strange fox, appears a screen that only feline eyes can understand. It reads as follows:



"DO NOT EAT THE "ICE-CREAM" WITH THE FOX"



The red Vulpes is aware that the cat has read an obvious notice.

But it is of no concern, his vulpine smile becomes as wide as ever. (Not smart at all!)