The dark tenebrous basement complex of The Space Center Sepulcher snakes deeper and deeper underground. Our connexion lights the way. We smile with childlike glee at our exciting adventure. Nothing can stop us. Nothing can harm us. We are the future.
Just then a man in a space suit comes trotting up to us. He wears no shoes and moves in slow deliberate gestures. He walks as if he’s on the moon, bouncing up and down.
“How are you, Mr. Moon Man?” You cordially ask the man.
“That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” The moon man replies.
“Why are you wearing no shoes?” I ask the moon man.
“My footprints are on the moon. In the fine desiccated sand. You can go there today and still see them. My footprints on the moon.”
“Whatever you say Mr. Moon Man.” You reply with a glorious smile.
We continue down the path. We stop for a moment to admire a picture of the moon cleverly superimposed on clear laminate, carefully back-lit and framed in a spacecraft window.
A deep rumbling and faint laughter can be heard. I see your golden tresses cascading down your back, tessellating beams of glory bouncing off the rock walls. You are an angel.
Stay tuned for the next installment…
The Firm Part 12 – Intergalactic Finance Minister
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