By: Jerry Harris

   Ok, here's a glimpse at my character... =========
   Seated in a corner of the Games Room, playing with his stable of steroid and
vermouth besotted radioactive roaches, the slender Dymagorian looked out of
place. Picture him in a university library easily.  Or hunched over a Videx
terminal.  But he looked as alien in the Complex Game Room as a slide rule at a
Rollerball Derby.
   Maybe 60 kilos he weighed.  Long, thin fingers.  Unblinking eyes. His
radiation suit decorated with ultraviolet graffiti: "Visualize Whirled Peas."
"There are more of us than you think."  "I don't write science fiction, I LIVE
IT!"  Those were the ones I could make out without appearing to stare.
   "Psst. Barl!" I whispered.  "Who's the skeletoid geek?"
   "Roqelit braxultor norr lars dar Infynxx."  Barl said in a low voice.  Dang
Galacticon circuits on the fritz again.  Why can't we get good humanoid help
these days?  I banged the 'lacticom on the bar and twiddled the dials. "Say
again, Barl," I begged.
  "Watch who you call a geek," Barl's voice came over the scratchy speaker
sounding like a mutant mickeymouse.  "That's Infinex.  He's not from around
here."
  "You can say that again," I said to Barl, using the Galactic Hand Signal to
indicate that my speech was not intended to be taken literally.  Otherwise,
Barl would have in fact said it again. "Set me up with one of those Screaming
Blue Meanies you make and tell me the whole story," I said.
  "Zexxon told me," Barl said, keeping his voice so low I had to hold the
Galacticom near my ear, "that Infinex only looks like a Dymagorian.  In fact,
he is a Fifth Dimensional Being inhabiting the Dymag's body."
  "Yeah, right," I said taking a sip of the sputtering Meanie and hoping I
would survive the drink long enough to hear the story. "And I'm a Hydrite drag
queen."  (cont. in next msg.)

Origin: [INFO QUEST][206-450-0115][14.4 HST] (1:343/90.0)

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