nothing more to say, just run!

on one of my first journeys as a secret agent in music mission i visited a planet called mars. it was a wonderful place to be, green fields, forests, flowers, rivers and seas. the natives were a happy people, always laughing and joking. then, for some reason, the planet started to freeze. plants and people disappeared. just an old track survived, telling the story about living on mars.

oh. you, here? i was just passing by…

on my uncountable trips thru several worlds and galaxies i’ve seen a lot of airports, landing areas, bus- and train stations (yes, police stations too, but that’s a different story…). but the weirdest train station is shinjuku-station in tokyo, japan. myriads of people busteling about in all kinds of imaginable (and unimaginable) directions. what seems to be pure chaos (to an alien) is, in fact, a perfectly brilliant organized transportation mechanism for the native humans.

crossing the andromeda fog, the engine of my spacecruiser was about to lose energy. the rapid acceleration crystal was discharged. so i had to stop on an unnamed planet named “unnamed planet” for searching a new r-a-crystal. and there is only one place where those crystals are growing: a place far from noise, far from people, far from everything, deep inside the core.

if you head towards andromeda and make a sharp left turn before passing planet merak, you will land directly on the secret space-station called “mir-refurbed”. this space-station is zillion of years old and the people living there are as old as their space-station. this is no kind of scientific miracle, in fact there is a simple explanation: if a mirian (as they call themselves) feels, that his life will end soon, he visits the next official reLife® dealer and purchases his personal backup tape. he simply connects the mobile reLife® device with his body and on one single click his body is completely restored. hard to believe, isn’t it?

on my last trip to ixion i met travelling people which were carrying a great invention: a shoulder bag with a solar panel. so wherever they go, assuming there is sunlight, they can charge their mobile devices like prg’s (pocket ray guns), icd’s (interstellar communicaton devices) or ipods (you know them, those trendy musicplayers, earthlings love these toys!).

those guys have a website on earth, so if you want to have one of those bags, click here: sakku.ch

it was a long time ago. it was a dark and cloudy night after a long trip through endless space. i met her in a shabby jazz bar on pluto. it wasn’t love. i have no idea what it was exactly. but it was awesome. it began with a plutonian kiss.

there could be lots of reasons: those funny mushrooms on uranus, one or two original pangalactic gargle blasters, or a knockdown bash on your head. sometimes you only have to miss the right junction to feel like you’re in a wrong sphere.

as a spacetraveller i had to do a lot of time-jumps. so i met commander cliff allister mclane from raumpatrouille orion on the secret mission dx-17 against the frogs. this one is for you and your crew!