
Visitors Both Pink and Blue
A sudden shift in the lighting of the house occurred as everyone was about to settle in for a night’s sleep. Without warning a ball of bright light began to manifest in the center of the room.
“This is not normal, is it? Shactuhrac sah?” asked Suki.
“Abeck nah!” said Taro. Cissy didn’t have to ask if that meant no.
The light resolved itself vaguely into the form of a Humaniti male holding a small crocodile. Something was making him entirely funky looking.
“Crocodile Guy?” asked Cissy, shocked. “How did you get here?”
“Ah, Captain Cissy! I finally made it. I have been communicating with space whales. Their nervous systems are almost electronic in nature. There are data streams so full of visual and auditory data that it took me forever to sort my way here. Space whales have amazing brains and communication methods. And they were entirely pleased to let me knock about through their works till I found ya.”
Crocodile Guy was unable to delineate himself in anything but black and white. And yet, he was fully there in the digital flesh.
“Iz youz here ta reskooz us?” asked Friday.
“I am here to start planning and thinking about it. The space whales told me that you are doomed to be whale food, and the idea upsets them greatly, but they don’t have any suggestions. And the starship is definitely stuck in the middle of Nebulon security forces.”
“But we do at least have options now that we didn’t have before,” said Cissy resolutely. “We can start thinking about how to escape. We have two Earther days left to figure it out.”
“We have to remember that Taro’s family will be killed if we escape. We would be sacrificing innocent lives to help ourselves,” reminded Suki.
“We need a plan that also saves them.” Cissy folded her arms as the others had often seen her do when her mind was made up.
“Someone’s coming!” warned Wylo.

It was then that Princess Verumi Vorranac entered the home of Taro, Sonno, and their children.
“Tahracurrac, Suki. Nah suurrhac sharanna hourcka. Kampuhrac nah sah!”
“What did she say?” Cissy asked timidly. Whoever this was, she sounded angry.
“She says it is unbelievable, Cousin Suki, that you have gotten yourself into this mess. Princess Verumi and I grew up together. She’s the daughter of the current Vorranac Warlord.”
“She also says it will not be so,” added Wylo.
































Made-Up People
I often get criticized for talking to people who are basically invisible, probably imaginary, and definitely not real people, no matter what else they may be.
The unfinished cover picture is from the novel The Bicycle-Wheel Genius which I just finished the final rewrite and edit for. All of the characters in that book are fictional. Even though some of them strongly resemble the real people who inspired me to create them, they are fictional people doing fictional and sometimes impossible things. And yet, they are all people who I have lived with as walking, talking, fictional people for many years. Most of those people have been talking to me since the 1970’s. I know some of them far better than any of the real people who are a part of my life.
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These, of course, are only a few of my imaginary friends. Some I spend time with a lot. Some I haven’t seen or heard from in quite a while. And I do know they are not real people. Mandy is a cartoon panda bear, and Anneliese is a living gingerbread cookie. I do understand I made these people up in my stupid little head.
But it seems to me that the people in the world around us are really no less imaginary, ephemeral, and unreal. Look at the current Presidentumb of the Disunited States. He is an evil cartoon James Bond villain if there ever was one.
Animated cast of OUR CARTOON PRESIDENT. Photo: Courtesy of SHOWTIME
People in the real world create an imaginary person in their own stupid little heads, and pretend real hard that that imaginary person is really them in real life. And of course, nobody sees anybody else in the same way that they see themselves. Everybody thinks they are a somebody who is different from anybody else who thinks they are a somebody too, and really they are telling themselves, and each other, lies about who somebody really is, and it is all very confusing, and if you can follow this sentence, you must be a far better reader than I am a writer, because none of it really makes sense to me. I think everybody is imaginary in some sense of the word.
So, if you happen to see me talking to a big white rabbit-man who used to be a pet white rabbit, but got changed into a rabbit-man through futuristic genetic science and metal carrots, don’t panic and call the police. I am just talking to another fictional character from a book I just finished writing. And why are you looking inside my head, anyway? There’s an awful lot of personal stuff going on in there. Of course, you only see that because I wrote about it in this essay. So it is not an invasion of privacy. It is just me writing down stuff I probably should keep in my own stupid little head. My bad.
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