B.2 Plasma Coolant Leak
Please tell me someone else saw the sky turned purple this morning beside the press. I’m starting to feel like a crazy person. And it’s all the Chief Contractor’s fault.
The Ox (the Ocs’halaha’ee if I’m going to be formal) have been trying for months to make the Orbiting Space Stations around Earth liveable. They’ve just been living in their spaceships hoping to move into a more permanent residence. And I can’t blame them. I’ve seen their ships (through video conferencing only) and as much as they are ten times what we currently have in the Human Fleet, they are a little cramped for 1/3 of the Ox population. Anyway, it was a joint project; a Chief Contractor from the Humans and a Master Builder from the Ox.
The Chief Contractor supervising the build left me a voicemail message last night (seriously who calls anyone anymore?) saying that they were going to try venting the plasma coolant over night to see if that would stabilize the rotation rings. I’d already gone home for the day (it was 6pm), but as I’m sure you noticed this morning – what with the purple sky and all – the coolant must have enter the atmosphere.
Anyway, when I made it to work this morning the Chief Contractor apologized for the toxic spill (yeah you read that right) but said that venting the coolant did what he hoped it would do. Apparently the rotation rings are working at 80% capacity and increasing by the hour. The Ox will have a home orbiting Earth in just over a week if the rotation rings continue to operate properly.
That didn’t stop the calls from coming in. From what I can tell – or have been told – all of the plasma coolant burnt up in the atmosphere but environmentalists are concerned that some of it managed to fall to the surface.
My Big Boss, the Deputy Minister of Alien Relations for the Human Race Council, has called a press conference for this afternoon. I’m not supposed to post anything in advance of press conferences, but you can pretty much guess what he’ll be talking about.
I haven’t had much of a chance to find out what’s going on though. I’ve been in a meeting almost all morning- Joy. It was with the Ox representatives from the Intergalactic Alliance Committee. It wasn’t anything in particular they wanted to talk about. In fact it felt more like an interview, again. I suppose until the Ox pick an Official Liaison they’ll be like that. E’lish is pretty nice and she has a full mastery of the English language so it makes my life easier. Romi still has his “eee” accent.
I’ll admit, it can be so frustrating talking to him sometimes. I wish the scientists in the communications area would hurry up and develop that translation program for the Ox language. It sucks having to hear over and over again that “your inferior vocal cords can’t handle our language”. Ok so they don’t actually say that – like the Ox would ever say anything mean – but I get the feeling that they are thinking it sometimes.
It’s funny to watch when someone tries to attempt some of the more common words, but mispronounces it completely. The Ox normally just stands there like a patient parent looking at their idiot child.
The first time I tried was with E’lish. I tried to greet her formally. I think Ox word sounds like Eee-win-do-sa and then the person’s name. I must have gotten it wrong because E’lish said,
“Thank you for attempting to speak with us in the Ocs’halaha’ee language but we much prefer English or Mandarin.”
That was a couple of months ago now, and I haven’t tried it since. Well that’s all for now. More next week.
Over and Out
