Photo by: Dale Rogerson
Harold visited the colony at Darimere VI, carrying his golf clubs. In the vaulted hallway, he said, “We’re inside a living animal?”
“Yes,” said Givenchy. “The Gigatrobe is thousands of meters long, and unharmed by us. We only add furnishings, doors, and lights.”
They passed living spaces and kitchens. Harold paused to place his clubs in a common room. “Easy way to start your colony.”
“That’s the upside,” said Givenchy.
Alarm bells blared. The room door slammed shut as fluid filled it. Through the glass, Harold watched his clubs dissolve.
“That’s the downside,” sighed Givenchy. “Sometimes the Gigatrobe gets heartburn.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2017/01/18/20-january-2017/
EagleAye
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Hehe, oh, that was fun!
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Cool. I love to hear that. Thank you much! 🙂
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I will admit to bursting out laughing on the last line! The dangers of living inside a living creature!
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Love it. I was hoping for some laughter. Thanks so much, Dale! 🙂
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HA HA HA!! Now that was funny and I didn’t see it coming! 😀
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It’s good to know that, once in a while, I can still catch folks off guard. 😉 Glad you got a good laugh. Thanks so much! 🙂
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Ouch… and even worse if he’s got a hangover
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No doubt! And when he burps…let’s hope they have airtight doors. 😉
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I remember watching an episode of “Star Trek: The Next Generation” (can’t recall the title off the top of my head) where a rogue telepath from Deanna Troi’s planet decides to live inside a living starship symbiotically.
This isn’t quite the same, because in the STTNG story, both the telepath and the ship healed each other of their pain and completed each other.
Here, the Gigatrobe gets nothing from people, but they get a home plus the occasional hazard of catastrophic heartburn. Yikes.
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That episode was the first thing I thought of, too. The title was “Tin Man.” One of my favorites (although I’ll admit that my list is very long.)
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That’s it! “Tin Man”. I couldn’t remember it to save my life, but I did remember the creature called itself “Gumtoo” and the telepath’s name was “Tam Elbron”.
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You did better than me, then, I’d say!
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Man! Everyone has seen this but me. Argh! I gotta get cracking. 😉
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That sounds like an awesome plot. I like it. I’m pretty sure I never saw that one. I’ll have to look it up. I wanna see it now. I think if I thought about it, I could imagine some way the Gigatrobe benefits from their “habitation.” I like the idea of symbiotic relationships. Thanks James! 🙂
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See, this is why I have the entire series on DVD, for instant viewing pleasure whenever the mood strikes. 🙂
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Uh-oh, that’s a serious downside! You’d think they’d have warning signs or something. 😉
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No kidding. Maybe something like “Danger! Caustic acid channel. Keep your golf clubs, cricket bats, and pet Schnauzer with you.” 😉
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Not to mention your own limbs!
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Ha! Great twist! Um… does the Gigatrobe belch?
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Hehe. Yeah, it does belch, a massive cloud of methane. Consequently, there’s no smoking after the Gigatrobe has been eating beans. 😉 Thanks Matthew! 🙂
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Just as well it’s not related to the the Sarlacc. That could prove very painful indeed 😮
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Yikers! Yeah, I don’t think they’re big enough to live in…for more than a few minutes. 😉
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Dear Eric,
I wonder if the Vulcan mind meld might help? I can see where living inside a living being would have its challenges. Fun stuff well done!
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Definitely would help. Gigatrobes do everything slow. It takes two days for one to say ‘hello.’ Glad you had fun. Thanks so much! 🙂
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The poor Gigatrobe will have serious intestinal upsets with iron golf clubs in its digestive tract. Noxious gasses… 🙂
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No doubt. Next will likely come the Gigatrobe’s belch, full of noxious gases. Luckily, the colony has industrial-sized bottles of Pepto Bismal. 😉
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There’s too much potential for lawsuits here. Maybe they should stick to artificial gigatrobes made of plastic. Something very life-like could be mass produced in China (along with golf clubs) and sold at Zip-Marts all over NA. 😉
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Haha! Well everything is made in China anymore. Luckily, Gigatrobes haven’t invented lawyers yet. That wouldn’t stop some enterprising human lawyer though, I suppose. 😉
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Drivers for main, putters for pud! Delicious.
Click here to read my tale!
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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This was SO much fun! Thanks for the entertaining idea.
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My pleasure! And I’m glad you had fun. Thanks kindly! 🙂
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LOL 🙂
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Thanks dude. 😉
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HA! A real estate scam of the future. Comic, but not so far fetched.
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Right, you never know what we’ll find out there in the stars. So if we ever do live in a creature, we gotta think about these things, bad breath too. 😉 Thanks most kindly! 🙂
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Very amusing, especially the dissolving of the most treasured golf clubs, that hurts.
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I know. I hope not too many golf fans wept at that. 😉 Glad you had fun, and thanks! 🙂
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They should spray or paint that part down with antiacid. Where are the tums when you need them? Hilarious, Eric. 😀 — Suzanne
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Haha! You’re right. Maybe they should just stuff that room with cases of Maalox as an added protection. 😉 Thanks so much, Suzanne!
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