Welcome intrepid readers. Thanks for being here.
If you have been following this blog you know that I recently had a visit with Max Gavaskar, the Mother of the Galaxy. Her health is failing and this might be the last time I get to see her.
I have known her for a long time. Since she first arrive here on planet Kusha just after her exile on planet Lava.
She looks weak but there is still a spark in her eyes. There are gray streaks in her long black hair. She wears in a bun most often now but sometimes in a pony tail like she did when she was young.
She asked how I’ve been and about my family. She remembers everything. She remembered that my nephew Marki is playing for the Harappan Raiders ball team. She asked me what his scoring average was.
After a round of small talk I asked her if she had any regrets.
She replied, “I don’t like to carry baggage but I have always regretted something I did, or more like something I did not do. When Dallas and Rex and I were chasing Mrs. Carmini after she stole the SID’s starship and went rogue we went to a pre-emergent planet called Kartastra. We were aided by a professor there. When we were leaving he begged us to take him along. I chose not to because of the Fordians restrictions against contact with pre-emergent societies. I never found out what happened to that man. He helped us escape and I don’t know if that act got him in trouble with the planetary government or not. I do not know his fate. I could have opened the galaxy to this man but I chose to leave him in darkness.”
My next post will have more of this conversation.
Never mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 89
Earth Year 2481
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