The Day The Sun Changed Colors by Scott Talbot Evans

Author:Scott Talbot Evans [Evans, Scott Talbot]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-04-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

The sky lemonade transforms bit by bit into limeade. Camouflage faced Bulb speaks slowly, like a record player with dying batteries. "Green is relaxing" He drops into a chair. "All is well Everything is under control, and as it should be"

Neon does a better job fighting the sedation. “We should prepare for blue"

Bulb sounds drunk, yet nervous. "We can't stay here with our brains being fried" He scans the room with fulvid eyes. “How soon can we launch?”

Carrot is limp as cooked spinach, "We have to build the ship first" and drops down into a beanbag chair that isn't there, splatting on the floor, too lazy to let it bother him.

Cotton wipes sweat off her chest with a lace hankerchief: "Still a lot of arrangements to make Changing the phone service alone will take at least a decaday"

Troll staggers through the yellow doing calculations. "Maybe 40 days"

Carrot lifts his head from the floor: "Don't know if sanity is maintainable that long" And drops it back down.

Troll's words trudge through valiantly. "The more luxuries we're willing to sacrifice, the sooner we can leave"

Carrot doesn't bother to lift his head, and speaks to the ceiling. "Well, suppose one could get by without a footbasebaskety court”

Troll: "We already eliminated that”

Carrot snears his insult.

Bulb wobbles to stay erect. He sounds the most inebriated on green: “We could shave off a couple more days by leaving the music collection"

Carrot: "Leave the music behind?! We'd rather stay here and burn”

Neon in a burst of passion blurts out, "We know what can be cut All this junk!” He picks up a mechanical lobster. "We don't need half this stuff" He lifts one end of some creation which appears to be a dozen wicker baskets tied together. “What the heck is this thing?"

Carrot quips under breath: "Bet it's less essential than my baskety court"

Troll manages to furiously calculate. "If we strip everything but the bare essentials, we can be out of here in . . . 31 days”

Neon rubs his tired face. “We'll just have to hold it together til then”

Cotton and Troll can't fight the sensation any longer, and plop down into invisible lumpy pancake bean bags chairs.

Neon, a little shaky, stands over Carrot, who lies comatose. “What is this?”

No sign of life.

Neon: “Don't we have a transmission to calibrate?”

Carrot waves him away lazily.

Neon: “We have to stay focused on our assignments" He hits an invisible button and their heads rock back slightly as the prioritized protocols download.

Bulb sits, then gets back up, walks through molasses. "Come on people The faster we move, the faster we can get out of here"

Carrot: "Don't know Kinda like the green”

Bulb pulls him. "Get off one's ass!"

Troll slurs. "Okay fine” Turns on a hand screen. “Power calculations"

Carrot stumbles up. "Let's see how much junk we can declutter” He walks like wading through mud. Fumbles to pick up a large object, then gives up.

They do the best they can, which isn't much, as the lighting shifts in increments from army fatigues to police blue, and as it does, their pace quickens.

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