Ramfeezled
I AM RAMFEEZLED, FORSWUNK, exhausted by overwork and otherwise plain pumped out. Although I knew that I was supposed to inherit Aunt Laura’s cache of Jupiter lobster eggs, all of which were suspended in cryopreservation, I doubt I was meant to inherit her lover, George, that three hundred year-old Balkan transplant, alleged specialist in time dilation, and would-be Methuselah, or that I was meant to also inherit her former research assistant, Dr. Hugo Bata, physics professor from Kim II Sung University.
It’s a pity that Dr. Laura Whitfield, lone sibling to my mother, Dr. Phlox Hakha, had gotten eaten by a marauding, amphibious space pirate. She and George should have sucked down the alien ova, which they possessed, while picnicking on lobster hatchlings. As it were, she was va
