This account translated for the records of global destiny. So goes the record:
Fifteen Manchmen surrounded Eric as he stood with his back to the Kilon Ciff. Only two Manch moons earlier he had tried to negotiate his fate, even promising to marry a Manch woman, one with whom he had no knowledge, only that her protruding horns had pointed his direction when his ship’s computer misread its destination and landed on a Manch district rather than connecting with the nearby friendly asteroid X9.
“Your words are but blue fodder in sky, blessed only by a fictions spheroid occupying your blatant empty mind.” Manchmen cluttered their language with putrid adjectives, an act said to derive from the Boild Wars – years of words rather than swords. Manchman were blinded by poor vision, Boild's own men - ill from galatic dysentery for 20 Arlon years. Hence the war continued.
Little did Eric realize but the woman he had absently (and blindly) proposed to was the daughter of the high priestess of Manch - a vestal virgin (the priestess, not the daughter).
He turned to look at the depth of the cliff. His blink almost betrayed him; the bottom was less than a cubit away. The near sightedness of the Manchman had transformed reality to errant perception. Obviously, no Manchman had dared to scale the cliff much less look over the edge.
“Adieu sweet love,” he cried; then jumped, ducking his head so to be covered by Kilon mud.
very interesting Dub -but one question.....
"the daughter of the high priestess of Manch - a vestal virgin (the priestess, not the daughter)."
How could the priestess be a vestal virgin and the mother of the daughter? LOL ( can you tell I've not had enough sleep lately?)
Duuuuuub! I was hoping for a continuation of your western. I want to know what happens to the kids and their new dad!
But this will have to do I guess. Christian Sci-fi is not my favorite - but it is pretty good. Now we have to know how he gets out of this messy, muddy situation! :)