
Scherzo 12 – The Debate in the Ready Room
In the ready room where the borrowed Tech Level 9 Vacuum Suits were stowed, Tiki Astro, Gyro Sinjarac, and Billy Iowa were all three busy trying to figure out how best to carry out their orders. They had to prepare the five clunky-sized duro-steel deep-space suits to fit one normal-sized adult and four child-and-youth-sized bodies.
“It is going to be a difficult refit,” said Tiki, millions of calculations whirring through his Metaloid mind as he was thinking and talking. “Gyro, you and Junior Aero are both ‘Nebulons, so you are really no bigger than ten-year-old boys of the humanoid persuasion.”
“Well, I don’t think you need to insult us just because we’re Space Smurfs,” said Gyro.
“You are calling yourself that name again, Buddy,” reminded Billy. “That’s an insult to your race you know.”
“Oh, yeah… sorry.”
“No need to apologize to me. I’m a Space Texan… I mean, Space Cowboy. And neither of those names is an insult.”
“You are bigger than the Nebulons, but you are smaller than Ged Aero-sensei. Your suit will have to be cut down to size too,” said Tiki. “We best get started cutting and repairing.”
“Oh, no need for that,” said Gyro. “My powers make it easy to shrink the suits to fit just by Psion ability alone.”
“Oh, right. I am not familiar enough with how your powers work to add that to my calculations.”
“You don’t need to worry about the computer science-y stuff. I can handle the modifications without that. I just reduce the spaces in the atoms themselves with Psionic squishy-power.”
“Cool,” said Billy.
“Watch me fit this suit for Billy.” Gyro’s hands began to generate a reddish glow. He then touched Billy with one hand and the space suit with the other. The glow transferred something unseen from Billy’s body to the bronze-colored vacc suit. The suit immediately shrank to Billy-size.
Billy then tried the suit on. Gyro had tailored it to fit perfectly without cutting it up and putting it back together again.
“That is much more efficient than the way I thought we would have to do this.” The robot-boy tried to smile, but, being a Metaloid and clueless about how humanoids actually did that, it looked more like a pained grimace.
“Why do I get the sense that you have something evil in mind, Gyro?” Billy asked.
“Um, well… Sara’s the only girl on this mission. I was just thinking…”
“She can read your mind better than I can,” Billy reminded him.
“But not if she doesn’t suspect anything. And she does have mammary glands that the rest of us don’t have…”
“Breasts, you mean.”
“Yeah, um… I mean, I could just tell her because of those… well, she would have to be topless to make it fit right.”
“Is that actually true?” Tiki asked.
“Yes… um, kinda…”
“Tiki can’t read minds, and even he knows you’re lying,” Billy warned.
“Yes, but… well, for a chance to look at her perfect mammary glands…”
“Yeah. She’s seen all of us naked. But we never got to see her,” ruminated Billy, not-so-innocently either.
*****
When Ged Aero-sensei brought the rest of the team into the ready room, Gyro and Billy were already suited up, all except for their helmets.
“Gyro has an easy fix for resizing the suits,” said Billy. “All he has to do is read you by putting a hand on your shoulder and then resize your suits with his other hand.”
Junior Aero was wearing only a t-shirt and briefs, so Gyro demonstrated by slapping a small blue hand on his ,shoulder and then shrinking the vacc suit to the perfect small size.
“You have a really amazingly useful Psion power, Gyro-kun. You are adapting to White Spider training really well,” said Ged Aero-sensei.
Gyro grinned with obvious pride.
“He does have one small problem though,” said Billy.
“What is it?” Junior asked.
“Um… Sara, er… in the front you have… um…” Gyro gestured helplessly with both hands in front of him.
“The word in Nebulonin is spahnkharas,” said Junior helpfully.
“Oh, my breasts. What about them?”
“To, ah… to shape the suit properly, um… you need to… take your shirt off?”
“Is that all?” Sara quickly pulled her shirt off over her head.
Gyro’s eyes grew larger by a couple of sizes. He reached out his small blue hand. It was trembling. He placed it on her shoulder hesitantly, never moving his gaze from those two gorgeous…
“Gyro, what’s wrong with you?” asked Sara, doubt creeping into her voice.
Gyro smiled. “I can see your naked front parts, Sara.”
Sara smiled back at him. “Just do what you have to do, Gyro. Or I will ask Junior to remove your… What’s the word in Nebulonin, Junior?”
“Spahnschloop ar nembhis,” said Junior.
“Yes, your personal private parts. With those gone you won’t be able to think that way so much anymore.”
Gyro turned a bit blue-white and quickly finished resizing and reshaping her vacc suit.
Once they were all suited Gyro and Billy were the last to place their helmets on.
“Gyro, honestly, that worked amazingly well,” said Billy.
“Yes, we got to see something quite beautiful,” Gyro answered.
“Put your helmets on while you still have all your spahnschloop ar nembhis. She’s a powerful enough telepath to know what you are saying even though she has her helmet on,” warned Tiki.
“And don’t you forget it!” both boys heard her say in their minds.

























‘Tis the Season…
Yesterday I posted one of my patented conspiracy-theory posts which was intended primarily to give my three kids more practice at using their Eye-fu skills. You know, that ancient Chinese martial art of using the dramatic eye-roll to combat the embarrassing way elderly parents have of saying what they actually think for the sole purpose of humiliating their much-more sensible offspring. So, today I need to humbly contemplate the many reasons I will not get any Christmas presents this year and begin to generate some holiday spirit to lighten the mood of what is likely to be a rather lonely Christmas season.
So, here’s a selfie from old Grumpy Klaus, wearing the aggravated countenance of the Jolly One looking at the Naughty List to determine who gets the bricks and who gets the lumps of coal… and who gets referred to Old Krampus.
Ho ho ho… kinda…
Having married a Jehovah’s Witness twenty-six years ago, I have gotten mostly out of the habit of celebrating Christmas. The Witnesses believe that holidays with pagan origins are from Satan, and bad for you. But it has been almost seven years now since they decided I was from Satan too, and so I stopped believing in knocking on doors and trying to get homeowners to reject their own form of Christianity because we are somehow more right than they are, and if they don’t swear off celebrating Christmas they are doomed. Among the many other things you have to swear off of for that religion. Like swearing.
Don’t get me wrong… Jehovah’s Witnesses are wonderful, loving people who care about others and whose religious teachings are more helpful than harmful over all… just like all other Christians who aren’t ISIS-level radicals. (The Westboro Baptists leap to mind for some reason.) If you really need religion, it is a good one to have. But even though my wife still needs to be one, I have begun to feel like I do not.
I personally cherish the holiday traditions I grew up with, and I really wish I could have shared those with my children. (This is another point for practicing Eye-fu right here.) I fear however. that like most devoutly religious parents, we managed to raise three devout agnostics and atheists. I have trained them in the last four years to like the tradition of making and eating gingerbread houses and gingerbread men. That’s probably of pagan origin too, but it’s too late now to save my sorry old soul from gingerbread.
Anyway, I am trying to look forward to the season of Peace on Earth once again. And though I will be celebrating mostly alone and ill and condemned by gingerbread, I do have pleasant memories. I can still reach my sisters and my mother by phone. They share some of those memories. And my kids will be around enough to eat the gingerbread castle I bought for this year.
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