09-05-2018, 08:26 AM
Ninurta settled in for the ride, and to ponder the last little bit of his puzzling existence. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there - all he knew was that he had awoken in a strange place with a hangover... not an altogether unaccustomed experience for him. For all of his recreational mayhem of the past while, he STILL didn't know where he was, or why. The thought had never crossed his mind to ask someone instead of just dropping them in passing.
Ninurta had never been one for asking directions on a road trip, either.
Then there was the puzzling question of how his present company had been able to find him at all, given the plethora of wheres and whens, and all combinations and permutations thereof, that were available to choose from. He'd be willing to bet a month's wages that his diminutive pilot Tibbs had a hand in finding him, however.
The big question of that was why.
There was also the somewhat troubling aspect of not being able to recall just where he had been before he arrived here, wherever "here" was. Nor could he fathom why he had arrived "here". He'd bet there was a story just in those two facts. Ninurta was physiologically likely somewhere in his 40's, or perhaps early 50's, but chronologically nearer 60. Although he would continue to age chronologically, he would no longer age physiologically, thanks to a curse (or a blessing - which depends entirely upon your view point) that had been placed upon him while once upon a time saving the universe along with his present cohorts. Perhaps a bigger problem was his mental age. Nin felt as if he were thousands of years old, probably due to time-traveling all over the dimensions - and the things he had seen in those travels, he mused.
As the spiky craft passed over a small lake, Nin suddenly realized he was hungry. Rather than asking if there was any food around, he plucked one of the bomblets from his satchel, cranked the knob to what he guessed would be about 30 seconds, and without ceremony dropped it out of the still open hatch to the body of water skimming along below. BIAD, ever curious, watched the bomblet sail out the hatch and tried to follow it's arc to see what would happen, but Tibbs had a far different reaction. "What are you doing NOW?" he demanded of the once-upon-a-time gunslinger.
Ninurta shrugged and offered Tibbs one of his lop-sided grins, and (as he grabbed BIAD by a handful of fabric between his shoulder blades to prevent him from tumbling out after the bomblet in his curiosity) merely replied "Fishin' of course."
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Ninurta had never been one for asking directions on a road trip, either.
Then there was the puzzling question of how his present company had been able to find him at all, given the plethora of wheres and whens, and all combinations and permutations thereof, that were available to choose from. He'd be willing to bet a month's wages that his diminutive pilot Tibbs had a hand in finding him, however.
The big question of that was why.
There was also the somewhat troubling aspect of not being able to recall just where he had been before he arrived here, wherever "here" was. Nor could he fathom why he had arrived "here". He'd bet there was a story just in those two facts. Ninurta was physiologically likely somewhere in his 40's, or perhaps early 50's, but chronologically nearer 60. Although he would continue to age chronologically, he would no longer age physiologically, thanks to a curse (or a blessing - which depends entirely upon your view point) that had been placed upon him while once upon a time saving the universe along with his present cohorts. Perhaps a bigger problem was his mental age. Nin felt as if he were thousands of years old, probably due to time-traveling all over the dimensions - and the things he had seen in those travels, he mused.
As the spiky craft passed over a small lake, Nin suddenly realized he was hungry. Rather than asking if there was any food around, he plucked one of the bomblets from his satchel, cranked the knob to what he guessed would be about 30 seconds, and without ceremony dropped it out of the still open hatch to the body of water skimming along below. BIAD, ever curious, watched the bomblet sail out the hatch and tried to follow it's arc to see what would happen, but Tibbs had a far different reaction. "What are you doing NOW?" he demanded of the once-upon-a-time gunslinger.
Ninurta shrugged and offered Tibbs one of his lop-sided grins, and (as he grabbed BIAD by a handful of fabric between his shoulder blades to prevent him from tumbling out after the bomblet in his curiosity) merely replied "Fishin' of course."
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Diogenes was eating bread and lentils for supper. He was seen by the philosopher Aristippus, who lived comfortably by flattering the king.
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’
Said Aristippus, ‘If you would learn to be subservient to the king you would not have to live on lentils.’ Said Diogenes, ‘Learn to live on lentils and you will not have to be subservient to the king.’