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Entry 002: Mother-Dome Communications
By JaxyBoBaxy » Posted Dec. 19, 2014 1:53pm - 461 views - 2 comments
Another exciting installment of the Baby Mission:
Shortly after taking off with my temporarily feeble-minded co-pilot, I made contact with the Mother-Dome regarding the captain's expected title-change to "Grandmother". Being that this is currently a highly classified mission not yet to be released to the public, I communicated the nature of this transmission to the Mother-Dome before any of the sensitive materials were shared with its captain. After repeated assurances that this sensitive information would be kept classified, a visual image of the hormonal level testing device was sent with the results clearly displayed on its front. I believed this would be satisfactory for avoiding unnecessary questions and for minimizing the amount of time needed to communicate the message.
Perhaps I was too far from the Mother-Dome to establish a clear connection, but the sounds that were emitted next did not resemble any human nor alien language that I have ever recorded. High-pitched screams and squeals alarmed me into believing that the captain was under attack or that the transmission equipment was malfunctioning.
After several seconds of high-pitched squealing noises, the captain came online and expressed a desire to join the mission in a capacity not yet determined. This news was joyous, of course, as any pilot would want cooperation from as many key figures as possible. I agreed that the captain should join the mission and informed her that the next transmission would contain details of the first stop on our trip.
The co-pilot has recovered some, but continues to take pause when given verbal commands. He smiles frequently, though when asked, responds with "Nothing." I believe the co-pilot is lying.
We have not yet established a line of communication with the co-pilot's Mother-Dome (or MIL-Dome as it will be known), though this is anticipated to happen tomorrow morning, when the scheduling will be the most opportune for the mission's objectives. The MIL-Dome's captains will not be granted a title-change as their titles of "Papa" and "G" have already been given. I question the appropriateness of the "G" title and may launch negotiations at a later date for a title to be deemed slightly less ridiculous.
My co-pilot and I stopped off to review the inventories of nearby equipment traders as we devise a list of items we may require use of. Some of the items though may perhaps be a sort of alien joke or prank that I am not privy to. Items that have no possible function other than to occupy space and deplete one's wallet. Clearly, there are land-mines to be avoided as we navigate this function.
The co-pilot may have been swept up in this, and in a moment of insanity, suggested a large entertainment screen that required an excess of $2,000. Fearing his faculties could already be compromised by the toxins these traders have pumped into his system, I reminded him of the ridiculousness of such an action and told him to stay focused on the mission. Offended by this gesture, my co-pilot insisted that he would speak only with the baby. I reminded him that the baby at the center of this mission did not yet have ears and most assuredly would not speak English for some time. My co-pilot responded by reminding me that he would converse only with the baby. I may have lost him. Perhaps an anti-venom will regain his lost faculties and we will soon make contact with the MIL-Dome.
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Entry 002: Mother-Dome Communications
By JaxyBoBaxy » Posted Dec. 19, 2014 1:53pm - 461 views - 2 comments
Another exciting installment of the Baby Mission:
Shortly after taking off with my temporarily feeble-minded co-pilot, I made contact with the Mother-Dome regarding the captain's expected title-change to "Grandmother". Being that this is currently a highly classified mission not yet to be released to the public, I communicated the nature of this transmission to the Mother-Dome before any of the sensitive materials were shared with its captain. After repeated assurances that this sensitive information would be kept classified, a visual image of the hormonal level testing device was sent with the results clearly displayed on its front. I believed this would be satisfactory for avoiding unnecessary questions and for minimizing the amount of time needed to communicate the message.
Perhaps I was too far from the Mother-Dome to establish a clear connection, but the sounds that were emitted next did not resemble any human nor alien language that I have ever recorded. High-pitched screams and squeals alarmed me into believing that the captain was under attack or that the transmission equipment was malfunctioning.
After several seconds of high-pitched squealing noises, the captain came online and expressed a desire to join the mission in a capacity not yet determined. This news was joyous, of course, as any pilot would want cooperation from as many key figures as possible. I agreed that the captain should join the mission and informed her that the next transmission would contain details of the first stop on our trip.
The co-pilot has recovered some, but continues to take pause when given verbal commands. He smiles frequently, though when asked, responds with "Nothing." I believe the co-pilot is lying.
We have not yet established a line of communication with the co-pilot's Mother-Dome (or MIL-Dome as it will be known), though this is anticipated to happen tomorrow morning, when the scheduling will be the most opportune for the mission's objectives. The MIL-Dome's captains will not be granted a title-change as their titles of "Papa" and "G" have already been given. I question the appropriateness of the "G" title and may launch negotiations at a later date for a title to be deemed slightly less ridiculous.
My co-pilot and I stopped off to review the inventories of nearby equipment traders as we devise a list of items we may require use of. Some of the items though may perhaps be a sort of alien joke or prank that I am not privy to. Items that have no possible function other than to occupy space and deplete one's wallet. Clearly, there are land-mines to be avoided as we navigate this function.
The co-pilot may have been swept up in this, and in a moment of insanity, suggested a large entertainment screen that required an excess of $2,000. Fearing his faculties could already be compromised by the toxins these traders have pumped into his system, I reminded him of the ridiculousness of such an action and told him to stay focused on the mission. Offended by this gesture, my co-pilot insisted that he would speak only with the baby. I reminded him that the baby at the center of this mission did not yet have ears and most assuredly would not speak English for some time. My co-pilot responded by reminding me that he would converse only with the baby. I may have lost him. Perhaps an anti-venom will regain his lost faculties and we will soon make contact with the MIL-Dome.
Comments for this Journal Entry
| Comment from stillfuntryin » Posted Dec. 20, 2014 9:54pm Love reading your journal entrys | |
 | Comment from Quartz3 » Posted Dec. 19, 2014 2:10pm Haha, that's funny - and very well written. Good job! |
