Welcome to the SFR Brigade's Summer Café
Take a seat, and the waitress will be right with you.
Greetings Earth person, I’m your waitress. Actually, I’m the organic computer, Marybell which runs the entire ship, but I’m also responsible for feeding you since no one else can manage the job. Seriously, if I stopped providing the crew food, they’d starve to death. They have no idea where to shop for food in the Multiverses. And it’s not like you can stop at any old planet you find and grab up some leaves to eat. There is a great deal of vegetation that will either attack you, dissolve you, or poison you.
No, it’s best I take care of feeding the mostly ungrateful lot.
Hold on, there’s my nemesis Athena. I have to attend her highness before you common people. She’s Zousan’s precious daughter and she gets whatever her prissiness wants.
(A huge assortment of fruit piles out of feeder at her table.)
Today’s menu we have Sardis on a bed of spinach, broccoli and asparagus, and lightly heated cherry tomatoes. It’s then sprinkled with balsamic vinegar to give it a kick. The Sardis came from Oceania in your Universe. You should visit the place. Lovely water planet. The sentient beings are delightful. Nicest Octopuses and Oceanics you’ll ever meet.
What are Oceanics? How can you not know? They originally came from your planet, but had to leave since you dumped radioactive material in your ocean.
Well, clearly they didn’t want you to know about them, so let me tell you about your food choices.
For breakfast, may I suggest--strongly suggest because I don’t feel like making anything else--a bowl of long boiled amaranth poured over a large bowl of a wild blueberries, chopped nectarine, and a finely diced apple. Over the top of this delightful concoction, I’ve sprinkled crushed walnuts.
This breakfast will lower you cholesterol, give you lots of energy, and make your liver happy.
For lunch, I will serve a Sardis Salad.
I know, the sardis may look like a large sardine, but they taste like your salmon. The spinach, broccoli and asparagus are great for your liver. The cherry tomatoes are lightly heated to bring out valuable cancer fighting chemicals inside.
What am I sprinkling over it? Crushed Walnuts. While your liver does not appreciate large chunks of nuts to deal with, it does like crushed walnuts. Makes it feel better.
For dinner, we are having curry flavored popcorn.
I know, you want a big meal. But I have other things to do than create meals for you and the mass of crew members. So have some popcorn.
It taste great with curry. Just spritz with olive oil and toss on the curry and salt. You won’t even need butter. And while your liver is abivilant about the concoction (likes curry, doesn't like corn items), your brain adores curry.
Now please choose your meal because in case you’ve forgotten, I’m a busy sentient.
Oh look, there’s my sweet Pane. And if any of you make fun of his looks or call him a monkey, you’ll be served rocks because that handsome fellow is the sweetest, most kindest and caring male on this ship, and quite likely the universe. You should drop to the floor and worship him, but I won't insist upon it. You’ll get your food unless I hear an ill word or snicker.
Thanks for visiting our ship. Now I've got to wait on Pane. He gets whatever he wants...
The Gods of Probabilities have now arrived and wish to meet you.
Book 1 of the Multiverses
The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.
One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.
While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.
Zousan could still remember the day they’d flown into the tiny new bubble of multiverses. He’d been heady with power. Finally, he was in charge, and he’d do everything right and put his father’s world to shame by comparison.
For the first billion years, Zousan and his crew were bored out of their minds as they waited for the planets to seed life. The only things he had to deal with were the annoying crew and his fabulous little girl as she grew into an extraordinary young woman.
From early on, his creative daughter spent most of her time making artwork from space particles. At first they were clumsy splatters, but as she matured so did her designs. Recently she had created three plumes that looked far too much like a man’s privates to suit his liking.
Since he’d threatened all his male crew a one-way trip through a black hole to who-knows-where if they messed with his daughter, she shouldn’t have a clue what lay beneath their uniforms, especially not ones standing so firm and tall.
He intended to discover which of his worthless crew he needed to return to his father with a note saying, “Great job! This loser you insisted I take onto my ship defiled your beloved granddaughter and you are thus fired from all grandparenting duties.”
For the next million years, he spied on his daughter. Upon finding no worthless men sneaking into her room, he tried another technique: honesty.
He called her in and asked her what she thought her pretty columns represented.
Athena blushed and suddenly found great interest in her hot cocoa.
“Sweetheart, I’m not trying to embarrass you, but I do need to know who showed you something that inspired you to make three of these.”
She breathed in deeply. “The computer.”
“Then none of the crew has touched you?”
“No, but that has to change. I am a young woman now, and I have needs.”
He so regretted opening up this can of worms. “Wow! Look at the time. I have a meeting with my crew...”
From then on, Zousan never complained about any men-parts that showed up in a galaxy.
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