Just this one room was the size of a football ground. Around the walls were inscriptions carved into the golden stoneâJohnny had to rely on his lessons from Alf to try to make sense of the writing, as the fleck of the Hundraâs soul inside him could only translatespoken languages. It proved beyond him. Instead, he looked around at the few different aliens scattered about. All were alone and it was odd that he had to squint to focus properly on themâas though they were surrounded by some sort of haze. For a few moments Johnny studied a curiously blurred hexapod fairly close by. All six of its legs were moving forward, yet it remained exactly where it was.
Puzzled, he lay down on his back on top of the springy floor and gazed up at the ceiling. In the outer reaches of the Milky Way, stars were spread out. The Toliman system had been the closest to Earthâs Sun (which the rest of the galaxy called Sol), but even that was four light years away. Here, at the galaxyâs core, stars were much more tightly packed. That was why the night sky remained so bright, despite the lights of Melania trying to blot them out. During the time heâd spent at the Imperial Palace, the view had been nothing short of spectacular. As Johnny studied the ceiling now, he thought he could identify a few stars and, if he was right, could even see the diamond-shaped constellation Portia (Bram had said it meant âthe doorkeeperâ in an ancient tongue) that was the Emperorâs symbol.
The jeweled sky became fuzzy. Johnny sat up and found his face squidged against something he couldnât see, as if clingfilm had been stretched across it. For a moment he panicked, but the next thing he knew heâd passed through the strange membrane and found himself inside a clear sphere, four or five meters across. As he got to his feet a smug voice, backed by eerie high tempo music, spoke from all around, saying, âThank you for choosing the Milky Way News Networkâthe number one Vermalcast of all the news, all of the time, from all across the galaxy.â Johnny had never heard of a Vermalcast but presumed he was in it. Against background music, the voice continued, âIn the news this hour ⦠Senate Stalemate âtodayâs crucial voteon war funding hangs in the balance. Hundra Horror âat a ceremony welcoming five threatened star systems under Regency protection, the local President touches a hovering translator and is instantly killed. Hear Chancellor Karragon explain the diplomatic oversight. The Absent Emperor âa special report by Zâhabar Zâhabar Estagog. And Sport âthe latest stage of the Aldebaran to Mizar Rally. Can anyone catch Sebes Kiksapongo? Approach your story now. To the left and right and in front and behind, an image from each of the options had been projected onto the clear walls of the bubble.â
Johnny moved to his right toward Bram Khariâs familiar face, hoping this was how he chose the story he wanted. It seemed to work. He couldnât reach the side of the sphereâit rotated beneath him as he walkedâbut the figure of a far younger Bram, very like the one heâd met in the distant past, crystallized before him, fully three-dimensional. The Emperor was wearing a white top displaying the four stars of Portia, with black trousers, as he stepped out of an enormous spaceship and waved to massed crowds surrounding Johnny. It was just like being there. Hovering only a little above Bram was a very curious, six-legged alien with two sets of thin, insect-like wings which were beating so quickly they formed a solid blur. The creature had a long, twisted neck like a double helix, above which sat two completely separate, but apparently identical, heads. One of them began speaking and, after a few seconds, the other joined in.
âWeâve all seen the footage. Long before almost any of todayâs Imperial citizens were aliveâ
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