Canto 5 – The Crown of Stars

The docking of the Leaping Shadowcat with the station was routine, even though the station was unpowered and unresponsive. The mission, though, would be an entirely different matter. With only two vacuum suits on board, only Ged and Goofy would be able to perform the explore and restore. Ged, not entirely trusting his partner, led the way, while Trav carried his precious blue box.
The airlocks were blown. As Ged turned up the power in his mag-boots he reassured himself that he wouldn’t drift out into empty space through any hole or opening. He proceeded cautiously with Goofy ten paces behind.

Once inside the customs terminal, he began to find bodies. Two frozen and partly exploded Galtorrian bodies were still staring outward with icy snake’s eyes in the same posture they had been in when catastrophic depressurization killed them. A little further on, a snake-eyed Galtorrian entertainer in her scanty orange veils, floated dead in the middle of a café.
“Somebody murdered this outpost,” said Trav.
“More than a hundred years ago,” added Ged. “Their style of clothing and interior decoration are like some of the oldest worlds in the Imperium. I wonder how long they’ve been entombed here.”
“We’ll give them a decent send-off.”
Three hours work had all twenty-three of the bodies on the station rounded up and floated away for a deep space burial. Ged located and cleared out the station’s control center, but the electronics were completely fried and not repairable.

“Never fear, old bean” said Trav. “I have the answer to our problems right here!” He sat the blue metal box on a control console. He gingerly opened the box, and carefully lifted out the alien crown. It had three glowing crystals mounted on the front of the band, and they pulsated with glowing light.
“How do you activate that thing?” asked Ged.
Trav had no time to answer. Greenish fingers of energy radiated out from the crown instantly. Control panels began to melt. Circuits fused in a pattern that was obviously not random. Tendrils of energy and realigning circuits exploded outward through the facility. Ged was instantly afraid for their lives. Would the station explode? Would they be consumed by this rampant energy?
In a matter of a few minutes, the ruined space port turned back on. Doors closed. Airlocks sealed. Atmosphere hissed into empty corridors and rooms. Lights came on. The station bloomed into fully functional life.
“How did you do that?” gasped Ged.
“I told you we couldn’t just give this thing back to that old jester Tron. It’s poppa’s little miracle worker.”
“We are now on line,” said a booming female computer voice. “We are at your service, Grandfather.”
Trav took off his helmet and breathed in the fresh air. “So, you are at my service, are you? Who are you, then? And how did I get to be your grandfather?”
“We are the matrix of Terris Mansill. Also known as Grandfather of All Stars. We are the artificial minds of the Crown of All Stars at your service, Grandfather. Call on us, and we shall do your bidding.”
“Cool,” said Goofy smiling broadly at Ged, “just like a genii in a lamp!”























An Unexpected Gift
This post is a movie review for Thor : Ragnarok , though I don’t really plan on talking about the movie very much. It was an excellent comic book movie in the same tongue-in-cheek comedy tradition as Guardians of the Galaxy. It made me laugh and made me cheer. It was the best of that kind of movie. But it wasn’t the most important thing that happened that night.
You see, I spent the weekend in the hospital thinking I had suffered a heart attack during the Thanksgiving holiday. I thought I was facing surgery at the very least. I knew I might have had an appointment to play chess with the Grim Reaper. It is a lot to worry about and drain all the fun out of life.
Well, one of the things that happened that day, Tuesday, my first full day out of the hospital and, hopefully, out of the woods over heart attacks, was that I received my new replacement bank card because my old one had a worn out, malfunctioning chip in it. So, I took my three kids to the movie at the cheapest place we could find. I tried to run my bank card for the payment, and it was summarily declined. I had activated it previously during the day, and there was plenty of money in the account compared to the price, but it just wouldn’t take. So I had to call Wells Fargo to find out whatever the new reason was for them to hate me. It turned out that it had already been activated, but a glitch had caused it to decline the charge. While I was talking to the girl from the Wells Fargo help desk, the lady who had gotten her and her husband’s tickets right before us put four tickets to the movie in my hand.
The middle-aged black couple had lingered by the ticket stand before going in to their movie just long enough to see a sad-looking old man with raggedy author’s beard and long Gandalf hair get turned down by the cheap-cinema ticket-taking teenager because the old coot’s one and only bank card was declined. They were moved to take matters into their own hands and paid for our tickets themselves.
That, you see, was the gift from my title. Not so much that we got our movie tickets for free, but that the world still works that way. There are still good people with empathetic and golden hearts willing to step in and do things to make the world a little bit better place. The gift they gave me was the reassurance that, as bad and black as the world full of fascists that we have come to live in has become, it still has goodness and fellow feeling in it. People are still moved to pay things forward and make good on the promise to “love one another”. I did not have a chance to thank them properly. I was on the phone with Wells Fargo girl when it happened. The only thing that couple got out of their good deed was thank-yous from my children and the knowledge that they had done something wonderful. I plan to pay it forward as soon as I have the opportunity. Not out of guilt or obligation, but because I need to be able to feel that feeling too at some point.
I do have one further gift to offer the world.
After we got home from the movie, I opened an email that contained the cover proof for my novel, Magical Miss Morgan. Soon I will have that in print also if I can keep Page Publishing from messing it up at the last moments before printing. It is a novel about what a good teacher is and does. It is the second best thing I have ever written.
Sometimes the gifts that you most desperately need come in unexpected fashion.
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