I wish I could talk to somebody.
Talk to it, Crystal. Gravity said. Suddenly Crystal was at a loss for words, she was clearly uncomfortable around the droid.
Do you have communications? Crystal asked, remembering her sister’s earlier question. Nebula X raised her hand to Crystal and a microphone extended from her finger. At the same time, a video screen opened on the droid’s chest and the screen flickered on. Um… Crystal said into the droid’s finger. she glanced at Gravity, then back at the droid. My sister wants to make a call.
As you wish. said the droid.
Gravity stepped up to the droid and said Directory. A list appeared on the screen. Exterminators. A list of names. She chose one at random.
MEANWHILE…
Wormhole drank the water. Ash looked at Krate, and Krate only smiled. Lander had not given up after all! It was a trick!
In a matter of seconds, Wormhole fell in a heap on the ground, completely sedated. That was a large dose, Ash said, it may kill him
.
He may wish it had, Krate replied.
The men took turns sleeping so one could keep an eye on Wormhole.
MEANWHILE…
Flash noticed a bright star in the view from the tube. He hadn’t noticed it before. It was so bright he wondered what it could be. Next time I’m on the computer, he thought, I’ll crunch it’s numbers. The heavens are so vast, and seeing them from a different vantage point can be disorienting. Flash was sure this was a major star, familiar to even amateur star-gazers back on Earth. As Flash’s eyes began to close, he said again I wish I could talk to somebody. For the time being, this was Flash’s wishing star.
MEANWHILE…
The girls were connected to an extermination service via an untapped private frequency. P. J. Raygun came the crackling voice as the picture faded in. Within seconds, the picture and sound were crystal clear.
We need help Gravity said into the Nebula X’s finger.
I guess that’s why you called, P. J. replied.
Yeah… Gravity stammered… Do you remove droids?
P. J. Raygun, put simply, is a space cowboy. Like the renegade outlaws of the old American West, P.J. Raygun is a loner. Dashing and debonaire, Mr. Raygun leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake, for he is constantly on the move. Persued by the Federation, or just restless, P.J. Raygun doesn't put down roots. He loves the thrill of making his own way in the universe.