Canto Twelve – The Alien Space Station, Site of the Tadpole Crash
One might expect a tadpole like George Jetson to be a little bit cooled on the subject of space exploration after having crashed and wrecked the very first Golden Wing he had ever flown. Alden remembered crashing his father’s Pontiac the first time he drove by himself. It had made him into more of a foot-bound youth than ever until he was a senior in high school and had to drive to get groceries when his dad had that broken leg. But George was special. George was also a rather slow learner. George walked around the hole and laughed about it.
“We are so lucky!” George said. “There is a hole in the side of the space station that should have catastrophically depressurized and maybe exploded it. There is also a hole in the front of the Golden Wing that should have killed us all. But the two holes match up like we intended to do it!”
“George, we can still die if this thing splits apart from our ship,” reminded Davalon. Dav, unlike most of these tadpole brat-types was clear-thinking and resourceful.
“Do we have any way to weld them together to keep them from splitting apart?” Alden offered as a possible solution.
“Yes, but then we can’t separate and fly away,” said George. His stupid grin finally faded.
“True,” said Davalon, “but we can’t fly away without dying in the process as it is. We can use skortch pistols on heat mode to melt the metals together. That would make a fairly strong seal against the vacuum.”
Tanith and Gracie were also looking at the holes and hopefully thinking about everything that was being said. “Why don’t you boys fix that, and we girls will explore the station,” suggested Tanith.
“Isn’t that too dangerous for a girl to do?” asked Alden. He could tell by the dark look on Gracie’s face that this was the absolutely worst thing he could’ve possibly said at that moment. “Um… yeah. You girls take care of that and we’ll do the repair work here.” Maybe that saved both his twelve-year-old neck and his supposedly grown-up and forward-thinking dignity.
“Take skortch rays,” said Davalon. “But remember, burning holes in things is a bad thing to do in the vacuum of space. If you find anyone you have to skortch… don’t miss.”
Tanith smiled winningly. “Don’t worry. I was programmed in the egg to be the best shot with a skortch ray that Tellerons have ever seen.”
“Very reassuring,” said George frowning, “and hilariously funny.”
“I thought so,” said Tanith.
“Brekka, Menolly,” called Gracie, “bring skortch rays. We are going exploring.”
An Earth year ago, Alden would never have believed that such an adventure would be possible, especially when you considered that this really was a life and death situation.