Ray Guns at Dawn!
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Published by
Rhianon Jameson
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Ray Guns at Dawn!
by Rhianon Jameson
September 2008
This is the tale of how Uncle Roland stopped driving.
The other day, walking in the Moors, Mr.
Peter Pettifog encountered Dr.
Roland Luminos
while the latter was en route to Victoria...
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Ray Guns at Dawn!
by Rhianon Jameson
September 2008
This is the tale of how Uncle Roland stopped driving.
The other day, walking in the Moors, Mr.
Peter Pettifog encountered Dr.
Roland Luminos
while the latter was en route to Victoria City.
The two were acquainted, and Mr.
Pettifog
greeted the other with a hearty, “Hello, Luminos! Where have you been hiding, you
scalawag?”
Dr.
Luminos is an eminent scientist – you may recall some of his experiments, such as
the anti-gravity belt (not entirely successful; most believe the test pig is still accelerating
away from Earth, though long since dead, of course), or the zombie re-animation elixir
(sadly, the newly alive remained psychotic; the Home Guard killed six or seven before
the Guv made Dr.
Luminos stop experimenting).
However, he is also somewhat elderly,
and suffers from hearing loss, though he refuses to admit it.
He simply does the best he
can with what he does hear.
“I say, it’s Pettifog! Good day, old chap.
Haven’t seen you in elephants’ years.
Been
chiding an old hag, have you? Not very sporting, eh?”
His interlocutor looked confused.
“Hag? No, I said…never mind.
Where are you bound?”
“Victoria City.
I’m told I need to seek to retrieve my automobile driver’s license.
Had a
bit of a smash-up the other day, and the bobby said, ‘What-ho, Luminos? Third time this
month.
Better have a look-see to the licensing people, check your eyes, give you a little
test, that sort of thing.
’ I bristled a little because, of course, none of those mishaps were
my doing, but no arguing with John Bull, eh? So off to VC for me to explain to the good
folk that my driving skills are as good as ever.
” That last claim was likely true.
Unfortunately, Dr.
Luminos was always a terrible driver.
He would think of an answer to
a problem that had been vexing him and then forget he was driving.
His mechanic limited
the top speed of the doctor’s vehicle to ten miles per hour in an altruistic gesture to
enhance public safety; Dr.
L.
never noticed the performance drop and, ever since, his
accidents have involved less damage.
“Ah, yes.
Good luck with that, Luminos.
Do well on your test.
”
Now it was the scientist’s turn to look confused.
“You’re challenging me to a duel? I
can’t imagine how I offended you, old bean, but not my call to make, eh? Well, never let
it be said a Luminos shrinks from duty.
I accept!”
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