The Chicken Or The Egg?

How far is too far? As far as science fiction is concerned, that is. Right now I’m asking myself whether or not the chicken has to go. This NaNoWriMo has definitely brought out some unusual thoughts and ideas in me. Not necessarily unusual for me to be thinking, to be truthful, but taking into consideration my usually pretty serious writing style, completely out of the ballpark.

Possibly because of my feathery fiasco of a day yesterday, a being totally resembling an earth chicken, only very much larger, with the voice of Morgan Freeman, and clearly super intelligent, taking into account that he is studying a spacetime rift with a view to repairing it, arrived front and centre in Shadow People. Going with the spirit in which I’m participating in this event, I allowed him in to have his say.

Unfortunately, I just can’t take him seriously yet. His character is needed in the plot, so I won’t delete him now. I will probably change his species in the final edit, to something less humorous than a talking chicken. But then again, I just might not. Chickens are not very well treated on this old spaceball of ours. Possibly, if I try very, very hard with this, Naka might well become an emissary for chickens all over the multiverse. They certainly need all the help they can get.

As threatened, I hereby evoke the copy and paste fairy.

Naka glared at Natalie, who now had her hand over her eyes, all thoughts of the coming of the demons gone. His occasional chickeny clucks, and the way his feathers reacted to his emotions by standing straight up, already had her only barely controlling her laughter, but the raising of downy eyebrows threatened to send her over the edge.

“And your ill-mannered mirth sits ill on the soul of a Voxavi!” he exploded. “I am well aware of my resemblance to the poor creatures on your Earth, that you breed and torture by the trillions to satiate your greed. Your fellow humans have little right to laugh at anything! It is only to be wished that they destroy themselves before they destroy all the other much superior beings on your planet! Control yourself Amuri! You dishonour your race!”

Is that too silly, do you think?

In case you are wondering how a human carries the soul of a Voxavi, which you probably are not, at all, I tell you anyway, that all will be revealed in the end.

Till next time friends. xxx