âThat,â I said, âis a creature from another planet. Otherwise known as an extraterrestrial.â
âYou mean, an alien.â
âWell, yes. Exceptâ¦â I frowned. âIâm not really sure we ought to call them that.â
âYou just did! Just now!â
I said, âYes, I know, but itâs not politically correct. Theyâre just different life forms, thatâs all.â
âHuh!â She tossed her head. âSome life form. Looks like a perambulating octopus.â
I nearly said âYou what?â but thought better of it. Sheâs always trying to confuse me by using words Iâve never heard of.
âActually,â I said. âIt could be deadly.â
âSo whatâs he going to do? Your hero â Captain
Kirk
. Whatâs he going to do? Get it with his ray gun? Psht!â She made her fingers into a gun shape and aimed them at the screen. âZap! And then it explodes, blood and guts all over the place⦠I sâpose the bloodâs some yucky colour, like yellow, or something.â
âThis particular extraterrestrial,â I informed her, âdoesnât happen to have any blood. It doesnâthave blood of
any
colour. And Captain Kirk,â I added, âdoes not have a ray gun. Ray guns,â I said,âare simply figments of your imagination.â
âOh.â She sniggered. âPardon me! So whatâs all this stuff? I thought it was science
fiction
.â
It is science fiction based on fact. That is what she cannot grasp. She likes to pretend itâs all just nonsense. She was about to learnâ¦
âOops!â She fluttered her hands, pretending to be scared. âWatch out! Itâs got him in its tentacles. Now whatâs going to happen?â
I said, âHeâll tell Scotty to beam him up.â
âYay! The famous transporter! Wish theyâd hurry up and invent it. I could do with one of them for getting me out of maths lessons.â
Rosie is dumb at maths. She seems to think itâs amusing, having to add up on her fingers. She does know a lot of long words, though; Iâll give her that. But I reckon maths is more important, âspecially if you want to understand temporal mechanics. Ha! She wouldnât even know what that was.
âMatter of fact,â I said, carelessly, âthey already have transporters.â
Her lip curled. âWho does?â
She never believes a thing I tell her.
I said I wasnât sure exactly
who
. âIt might still just be alien technology. But they do exist.â
She opened her mouth to say âOh, yeah?â She is always saying âOh, yeah?â Anything she canât argue against.
Oh, yeah
? Only this time she didnât get the chance, âcos at that very moment Captain Kirk spoke into his communicator: âBeam me up, Scotty!â And that was when I disappearedâ¦
Chapter Two
Whoosh! Iâd landed.
Some
of me had landed. I could feel that some bits were still missing. The odd toe. The nose. My right ear.
Well, that was OK; I wasnât too anxious about it. I knew that body parts didnât always reassemble themselves at exactly the same moment. Some of them were probably still floating around in the transporter. Yup! That was my nose. Back in the middle of my face, right where it ought to be. Oh, and here came the toes! A whole bunch of them. I hadnât realised so many were missing. Now I was just waiting for my right ear.
â
Ere
,â
ere
. Dad would make a joke of that. Dad makes jokes about everything. But I bet even he wouldnât make a joke if he were all exploded into atoms and having to wait while he got put together again. It might have been a bit scary if I hadnât seen it so often on
Star Trek
. Of course,there was the occasional accident, when people
didnât
get put back together ⦠but most of me was back. I guess you can live without a right
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