Atom Bums or Atomic Bombs, At The Bus

 Honeymooners in Space

Universe 13, Planet 40

40^th Chapter of the Stellar Bus

 

 

               Ralph was waving his hands and greeting, over the loud speaker system, what he thought were people about to enter the machine he gets paid money for working on and for.  “I wish to welcome You and your buddies onto the Space Bus.  This Space Bus!  My Space Bus!!!  I, Me, We Came here and We wish You, Hue, and Who would feel  Welcomed.  And that is not Cycloned, Cyborged, Synthesized or Synthroided. Or Thrown Down A Well.

               “We came here, so,  Whatever.  Dimensions or Demonics or even Descartes are where you live and you are going to live it up riding up onto my transportational device which will deviate and divide and deliver you into a whole new world, or a hole in space, or even a bowl of hurling. .  You may join your work force or farce as I joined my work face on a new place to liver. 

“Where we have landed to pick you up is made of Meteor and Cosmic Debris.  You may have been formed by your own or owed solar system’s creditors several billion years ago.  I was informed.  I was transformed.  I transport.  That is my sport!  Do you even know what  a year is?  Can you get to Earth, my Earth, which is 91.619 million miles from its nearest light source.  Don’t die.  The Diameter of Venus is 7,520.8 miles.  And streaking from that sun is Pluto averaging at least 3.7 billion miles.  But then you might ask, ‘What is a mile?’  Well, you can mill it over bubs. 

               “After you are sparing and sparring yourselves onto and into my Space Bus, you will enlistingly enlivening yourselves to places you can rest, restore, renovate, or renever.  I know a lot about the lots available.  And, thanks to having someone or something claim he is doing what needs to be done, Ed, has said he restored the various atmospheric creators in order to keep you feeling like you are alive.  We will depart and take a timing  of fifty-five pertrio cosmic cluster light years in order that  you will, would, or could be entering onto the Space Bubble of intermediate consent.  Ed admits that life is like, liked, spiked and hiked over the various stars we claim we will have you visit.

               “I am a member of a group of Omnibus Diverter operators who work for the United Field Hyperbolics fleet of mass transportational devices.  You can call me, Ralph Kramden.  No, I will not tie your shoes, if you have shoes, and Edward Norton, he acts like an engineer, or is that when the engine is near?  Anyway, that is what I hear.   My wife, Alice, is around to make it look like I am under control.  Finally, there is Ed’s wife, Trixie.  I wish I knew what a wife does.

               “Welcome aboard.”  

               In walked the Theoretical Framework of a Richard Feynman’s interpretation of one of his Dirac Equations.  It was a simple positron whose auntie traveled with an electron and both thought they were going backwards in time.  Going backwards, meant to them, that they will get the money back that they paid for this trip.  Many other boarding molecular groups shared similar properties of their reversed time in whatever directions.

               Ed Norton stopped a fight where an imitator imagined moving backwards in time and shouldered a positron buddy whose  electron wife claimed she annihilated.  Ed shut them up and told them, “The hypnosis of all electrons seem positronic but are actually manifest destinies of a snuggling elopers thinking backwards and forwards in time.”

               That got the Antique Splatters which were made up of antiparticles to declare themselves the "opposite" visions of the particles that make up regular matter, meaning they have the same mass but opposing electrical priests; for example, the Andy Electron is a post of iron, which is an irony charge instead of a negotiating one.  Antiparcipiants counterculture with protons, electrons, and neutrons disrespectively.

               Alice pointed out “ There sure is a bunch of Ancestry vs Anti Celestial.  Why can’t they just Antimatter and Annihilate.  But maybe, Ralph, it was that you are Late Again. “

               Ralph agreed, “Regreeting those Mr. Positrons makes them formally meet Electrons in the body and anticipate an astrological medium that keeps claiming they are a healthy star system.  Stars smell like giant balls of hot gas.  Ed told me they are mostly hydrogen, with some helium and small amounts of other elephants.  To me they are Fish in space.  One of their sons was found with a meteoric partner.”

               One of the passengers came up to Ralph and asked for, “A disk of cosmic building materials forms around the dead star—and the star that's still alive.”

               Ralph said, “We appreciate new parents, such as you, a protoplanetary disk with a known  birth of planets.”

               Alice then poked Ralph in the stomach and whispered to him, “That’s an old wives tale.  How about all those old Norton Tails?”

               And then the Heliopause, along with their friend, Mr. Solar Wind, complainingly complained about Mr. and Mrs. Proton, when they met at the interstellar speed bump and created a distinct "astral wall."

               The wife just said, “Those Subatomic Particles think they have  positive charges, but they are only playing a Mole in their brain’s space function.  Space Mole!  Just another unit of measurement in the International System of Units (SI) for so called amounts of a substance.”

               Then up came a bunch of Sodiums  and Mrs. Chloride with her, children, those formed Sodium Chlorides, along with other significant Ions, Mr. Magnesium, Miss Sulfate, a whole family of Calcium, and a stranger, Mr. Potassium.

               Trixie pointed out, “They are just another bunch of interstellar clouds and around stars, playing a significant role in the formation of complex molecules through chemical reactions with other particles.”

               Alice said, “They sure sound like some defined series of compressions and rarefactions showing off their molecules within a medium.”

               Ed then said to Ralph, “Now I Know Why We Drive Off To The  Googolplex... To Get Away From Our Wives.”

               Ralph answered, “Quit talking Ed, there are other types of vibrations in space that create sounds that our wives would rather hear.”

               And then an escalator load of transfers energetically got through the middle aisle as a wave, thinking that  each of their molecules essentially returned to their original position.

               Trixie laughed and said, “That’s a bunch of blind and visually impaired communities.  They just ‘listen’ to astronomical images and only want to explore their own data.”

               Alice agreed, “Just like Ralph, they think they have brains at many levels — In reality they are just the smallest molecules that claim  brainworks.  That one’s thought patterns said that he gives meaning to asteroids.”

               Ralph budded in and said, “"One of these Astral Rays, Alice!   Space Clouds and Spindel Fibers! Implementations  based on Gold is present in space created by nuclear fusion.  Right in the Astrolic Fissure!"

               Ed then said, “I remember when we put two mummichog fish into space, launched, not lunched, however lunged in 1973.”

               Trixie pointed out that “When they're swimming (literally) while in space, there's not even a ‘sideways’ or ‘crooked.’  Their smallest element in their race was considered to be a quark.”

               Ralph then said, “Yes Mam.   This is the time I'm gonna get a pot of goldfish for Alice. I’ll just go to that comet for gold, I've already got a big pot.”        

                Trixie then said , “Hydrogen sure makes up around 75% of the visible universe, far exceeding your other elements like helium, around 23% and Ed’s oxygen which is just 1%.”  

               Ed said, “Speaking of your Pot, yours is big but the largest known 'object' in this Universe is the Hercules-Corona Borealis Great Wall.”

               Ralph answered, “ Quit telling me that I'm a dope. I’m sure not a run-of-the-mill dope.”

Alice said, “Ralph, you’re the world's champ."

And Trixie said, “There are so many other worlds in space.”

That’s when a bunch of  ultra-low frequency electromagnetic vibrations complained about the feelings of their seats.

Ralph then told them, “Don’t complain to me.  I just Brive A Dus... I Dus A Brive.”

Ed said, “You guys are just a bunch of Space Dust. Keep this up and I’ll have to recapture my Space Suit.  If I Keep Keeping This up, I'll Lose My Old Age.”

               That caused Alice to quiet Ralph and tell him, “I don't want a million. There's just one guy I want: you!  So, what if we have to keep going ‘Bang, Zoom’, if you stir right, we’ll fly  ‘straight to the moon!’”

              

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