The Timeless Parables of the Lizard Men (The Journal of Emily Landers) by Scott C. Wyatt

Author:Scott C. Wyatt [Wyatt, Scott C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wax Dragon Books
Published: 2013-06-29T20:00:00+00:00

The Krueleig Chronicles ~ Weeks 10 & 11

Krueleig arrives each morning in the Remote Guidance Space Propulsion Laboratory shortly before third hour three twelve. He prepares himself for the day’s work by canistering warm liquid stimulant in a thermo-controlled container which he will wheel carefully to his workstation, trying not to tip it over as it is tall and heavy and has small wheels. He will also gather a breakfast container from the employee lounge, and then check for amended work assignments on the board. This is a useless step, as are many of his day to day “tasks,” as the passage of time “on project” are rarely under five generations. Changes are always slow coming and predictable. When he finally completes all the preparatory tasks necessary to begin his day, he plops himself down on the metal post at the center of the circular console that is his workstation. Krueleig is a cephalopod, and the post has a large metal ball at the top to which he is able to both restrict the leakage of black ink from his internal glands, as well as hold himself in place for the 37 and three tenths hour shift that is his normal workday. Some days the RGSPL pitches around quite wildly.

Before impaling himself on his post, Krueleig must first report each day to Silian, the overlord of his department. Silian is a Lizard Man that Krueleig despises with passion on account of the degrading way he continues to suggestively tailgate Krueleig’s wife, Leona Staufferengina. It is particularly annoying to Krueleig that Silian seems so lavishly to enjoy the idea of getting a little too drunk and following her around for the entire evening at the formal social events which the Science Lab throws every light-year tenth dot. Leona has always denied to Krueleig that there has ever been any inappropriate action towards her from Silian. But Krueleig had witnessed firsthand a long trail of black ink oozing from Silian’s pants leg at the seventh equinox party of the lord of Umbra. Krueleig had, sometime later, caught Silian smelling his tail (a disgusting practice) and leering directly at Leona from across the room. Leona, who was dancing with a group of female Rowshe, her best friends in all the galaxy, caught him looking and inadvertently, in her apparent nervousness, sneezed an ink blot all over the dance floor, quite nearly soiling the pants-leg of Major Queequeg Van Shippensburg, as he danced obliviously with a svelte manatee in a tight fitting spandex muumuu. Krueleig grew, predictably, even more suspicious then, but as yet he has not been able to lay down definitive proof of impropriety. In the meanwhile, Krueleig would choose to leverage every scrap of doubt that he could use to console himself. For her part, Leona explained away the splatter of ink on the dance floor by calling attention to a long standing sinus infection in her right third armpit combined with a case of the nerves relating to how important

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