10 Lawrence - Beam me up Scotty (2/2)
”So you are not beaming me up! You're stringing me along!” I quipped.
He looked at me and said, ”I should be telling you, about quantum entanglement and string communications. Although the many-worlds theory indicates that it may not be strings at all, but multiple dimensions that we are taking a shortcut through. We really don't 'know'— we just use it. Kind of like the micro-fusion reactors that work, but shouldn't. . . .”
”True, but it helps us both relax and takes my mind off my problems.”
Just then the communicator screen lit up. Pauline looking like a calm, efficient receptionist snapped, ”I'm looking for Senior Secretary Young!” Then she spotted me, ”Lawrence! Darling! What are you doing there? You're not scheduled to leave till tomorrow,” as she talked, she leaned forward until I was in fear of her falling out of the screen or . . . .
Scotty came to my rescue, ”I'm sorry Ma'am, but we have to process him tonight. Tomorrow the big one is going down for standard maintenance.”
”Lawrence, you weren't leaving without saying goodbye were you?” She sobbed, her bosom heaving with emotion.
”Of course not,” I lied, —one of those white lies that allow people to live together without strangling one another. ”I was going to call, just as soon as I'd checked in with transportation here,” nodding my head at Scotty.
Pauline's obvious charms were overflowing across the screen and having a predictable effect on Scotty. ”You know Scotty here don't you, Miss? He's the chief engineer for the embassy. He's been dying to meet you.”
Her eyes flicked over him, —then Pauline really looked at Scotty, who was quite a hunk of man—one hundred and eighty-five centimeters and pectorals that could only be described as massive. Light blonde hair, and deep green eyes. Scotty was dressed in dress shorts—shirt flipped casually over his shoulder, his chest matted with golden hair. She looked intently at him with appraising eyes, ”No—I haven't had the pleasure,” Pauline said, with a calculating gleam in her eyes, then she cut communications.
Scotty gave wolf whistle, then said, ”Boy I wish I had your problems.”
”I think you do now,” I said.
”. . . What?”
”Didn't you see that look in her eye?”
”My eyes never got that high” He replied.
I laughed, and he joined in. ”I'm going to miss you, Larry,” he said, sadly, ”stop back here if you can.”
”I'll try,” I promised, and stepped into the Port.