My sleek catman friend Joel could fly without

My sleek catman friend Joel could fly without apparatus, but he enjoyed tooling around in a clunky antigrav car from the forties that probably had unhealthy fields, just because

he was an anti-grav retro freak. The cantankerous higgs field converter was on the fritz again. "Joel, can't we just fly back to α1 and get a new graviton coil?" "That's cheat

-ing Joel said. Joel was a PiBorg. He loved anything round including the Earthisy, which was boringly round and filled with gravity. Joel said that "resistance" is what grows

'futile', but he never really understood what he meant by that. Neither did any of Joel's friends, not that PiBorgs have any true friends within a given radius. That didn't keep Jo

el from trying to board the PiBorg ship and take out the main reactor. "Scotty, beam me in," Joel screamed. Scotty punched it and the air fizzled with energy. "I'm in," he said.

He was in the reactor, little too accurate. It was Friday night and their ship was fully stocked with scotch. He should've seen this coming. His mass made the coolant erupt.

"Kaboom!" whispered the tiny explosion in the supply closet. "Shilly me," he slurred, having enjoyed too much of the potent potable. His scaled replica of the reactor core glowed

A sickly green in the dark. The Museum of Unusual Objects wanted it for their exhibit! The curator called his agent that morning. He was slow to wake up, but drank coffee first.

He added the usual 3 tablespoons of fine nicaraguan crack,then jumped under the shower.Then back out again.In again.Out again.Night fell and the curator was still on the phone."Are