‘You’re with Daddy today at work?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How are you enjoying it?’ ‘Very well thank you.’ ‘Oh, what beautiful manners. Who’s your favourite, Daddy or Mummy?’ ‘Daddy today but Mummy tomorrow.’ She always liked to be fair and not have just one favourite. ‘Oh, how sweet. What do you want to be when you grow up Kiki?’ ‘An architect’, Kiki said casually. ‘Wow, ok that will be terrific.’ She smiled and nodded at the man. ‘Can I play in the sand please Daddy?’ ‘Y

Someone once said 'It’s all about the dash'. Where or when you start is not important, ‘starting’ is. You wonder at tombstones of who you loved or knew or never heard of as you wander through a graveyard interested and ghoulish. You compare their time with your inevitability and are silently grateful that you’re still above ground. You imagine what their life was like; if/how they loved, laughed, soared, sunk or hated. But a part is NOT written in stone? Their story, the

Mother’s Pod Replicator produces most fruits, vegetables and living matter like Homeworld. But Mother is well aware Bonn needs indefinables only nature can produce for his DNA. So, it is with spices. She, by extension Puter, seeks planetary substances that very closely match her compounds. The tiny red berries contain a black stone that, when dried and crushed, have a spicy pungency that made Bonn sneeze but, more importantly, added to the flavour of the many foodstuffs s

The encampment expands with each period (homeworld duration as used by all cosmic travellers for time progression). Because of the three suns’ influence on stabilizing climate, it is much harder to estimate seasons on this planet. Mother has quantified this planet is smaller than homeworld with way less gravity; hence Bonn’s ability to leap great distances; seeming to ‘fly’ off tall cliffs; having much greater strength than his body was designed to experience. He has, quit

“I want to help. Since we landed, when I was a little boy, I know you have made this as comfortable for me as you can. You Puter are Mother-roaming beyond the pod. You and Mother have built a very reasonable fort-home with laser protection, alarms; long-and-short-range armed defences plus exploratory and inventive initiatives. You’ve made gardens for food and process clothing from the ground’s chemicals, flora and fauna.” Bonn exploded in a swirl of arms. “I have done