Shongs Part Last

Continued from the last several weeks…

“So how did you get here?” I asked.

“You want the long version or the short one?”

“Short” I replied.

“You’ve been left our planet 140 years ago.” She explained.

“Really?”

“I’m sort of a historian, I was just curious to meet the man who made first contact.” She continued. “The record showed that your return to your world was less spectacular than your arrival to our world. I wanted to change that.”

“I still don’t get it.” I admitted.

“Traveling thru dimensions and time is trickier than first perceived. You traveled across to our world, but there was no control of the time. You actually arrived in our world 70 years after you left. When you returned, it was another 70 years. 140 years have passed, give or take a few months. When you first arrived, you were not happy.”

“When I first arrived?” I asked.

“I’ve traveled back in time.”

“So we can travel through time too?” I was surprised about that.

“We can only travel backwards if we are traveling from one world to another. And only someone from my world can travel back in time to your world, and only someone from your world can travel back in time in our world.”

“I don’t know why, but that’s how it works. So if someone from your world traveled back in time to our world, then came back with a setting that would put him in the past on Earth…he ends up at the same point in time in which he left. It’s a little tricky.”

“Anyway on your first visit,” she continued, “the reception party for you was just a hand full of undergrads who were curious. They didn’t break the news so well about you being in the future, and…well, you kind of freaked out and was put in isolation. Not much of an end for a hero. That’s why I’m here and the jerks are all gone.”

“So everyone I know is dead?” I asked.

“Yes, but there’s a whole new world out there and I think you’ll be impressed. You can even travel back to our world to see the changes that have happened thanks to you. You’ve missed a lot, but there’s so much more you get in exchange.”

“Can I check my email?” I asked, still a little dizzy.

Realizing our technology was advanced, I continued, “Email is a mail system using computers.” I paused. “A computer is networked to…”

“I know what a computer is.” She interupted.

“Sorry, I don’t know how much you know…”

“It’s ok. Suffice to say we have a lot of your technology, and to tell the truth we’ve improved on a lot of it, but one thing we don’t have is your communications network. Your network started from the ground up. You wired the whole world before you set up satellites. It sounds crazy, but it’s a really good back up system. We’re actually in the process of contracting with AT & T to set up a similar system. To back up our satellite communications system…”

“So I’m guessing I’ll see some of you guys here on Earth?” I replied.

“Yeah, we’re pretty much all over the place.” She explained.

“You’ll be my guide?”

“At your service.” She bowed just to be silly.

“And I know what your thinking…forget about it. People from your world and our world can’t reproduce, so anything between you and I is out of the question.” She then put on a sly smile. “We could have sex non-stop for the next fifty years and we’d never have any kids.”

“Well, the future is perfect after all…how ‘bout that drink?”

“I think I’d like that.” She replied with a smile.


THE END

COMING NEXT: Reality bites!

Shongs Part Trice

NOTE FROM MR. SENITRAM:

Sorry folks, looks like I took another month off and just left you guys
hangin’. Well, here’s the rest of the Shongs dream.

If you
didn’t read the last ones, your out of luck, I haven’t updated the archives for
a while…but I’ll get right on it.

Here’s a summary.
Our hero went into a trans-dimensional-time portal to make first contact with a
world from a different time and dimension. The folks there were a little
different but interesting enough. When we left off, he just got into his
time-dimensions thing-a-ma-bob and headed home with the good news that some real
nice folks were at the other end, just waiting to get a taste of good ‘ol
American technology.

Enjoy.

You black out during the transfer. Two simultaneous jumps can be hard on a guy. Every joint in my body is aching and my head feels like its gonna explode. I push the small round door open and stumble out.

Everything is blurry and I feel like a took a couple of shoots after running a marathon.

I’m just not with it.

I look around, same warehouse that I left about a half hour ago, but where is everybody? Where’s all the stuff?

Suddenly I feel tingly, and a void of some sort opens in front of me. It’s pushing me way like a strong magnet or gravitational force. I fall to the floor and see a flash of light. That’s the last thing I remember before I black out.

“You OK?”

I look up. Nice lookin’ lady. I look closer…she’s not human.

“My name’s Fawna. You OK?” She says as she lends me a hand.

“Did something go wrong? I’m back at…at…”

“Shelan?” She added.

I think to myself, “Great, I never asked the name of the planet.”

She continued, “No, you’re back on Earth. I followed you!”
I look into her elfish eyes. These folks remind me of elves. No they don’t have pointed ears or long noses or any anti-human feature at all. Yet, when I look at one all I think of is elf. Only this time I noticed her long auburn hair hanging from her shoulders. Long and slender these creatures are, and she was no different. A smile came to my eyes. “You followed me?”

“It’s kind of a long story, but I’m very familiar with your story and I volunteered to come and well help soften the blow of your arrival.” Fawna blushed and looked away, “I guess you can say I’m a fan, I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

I couldn’t help but notice her shapely figure as she twisted her body to look away. Nice. Real nice. Like I said, I felt like I just took a couple of shots too many, so I’m easily distracted.

While admiring her figure, my mind and eyes wondered to her breasts. Like I said nice. But these if these “Shelan’s” are like plants, what’s in the breasts? If these guys photosynthesize, what would be in their female’s breasts? Plain water for their young? Would it have some kind of plant nutrients inside? Would it taste like honey-dew melon? Do they have some kind of sticky sap?

Hmmmm, I like the honey-dew melon idea.

“Ahhhhh, hello? Up here!” Fawna calls to me waving a hand over her face.

I think to myself, “Jesus, how long was I starring at her boobs?” I really don’t know.

“Sorry, just a bit groggy.”

“I bet!”

She seems more amused than mad.

“If I remember, there a pub down the street…” I start…

“Hold on there, hotshot. We gotta little work to do. Aren’t you wondering how I followed you?

“Now that you mention it, how did you follow me?”

COMING NEXT: Honeydew or Honey don’t!