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"MOM! DAD!" I screamed as Travis pinned me down onto the floor in an attempt to calm me down.

"Get a hold of yourself AllStar!" cried Travis.

I soon come back to my senses, realizing it's all in my head. Travis had me pinned down onto the ground, we stared at each other in the eyes. He reminds me of Corky. "Oh Snork, now I remember!" I sobbed, "It was the brightness of a million suns, and the blast had thrown me against the wall. I felt my head pop before I blacked out."

Travis helped me up to my feet as I cried, he guided me to his ruined couch where I sat on and I basically cried on his shoulder. "Everyone I know and loved is dead," I sobbed, "Uncle Gallio, Occy, my Mom and Dad, my sister SmallStar, all dead!"

"But not forgotten AllStar," said Travis as he hands me a towel to wipe off my tears, "I know your pet Octopus Occy, he is the Father of the Neuroctopus. The green octopus breed forms the backbone of the Snork Economy, he is also remembered for being the Grandfather of the Information Age.

"The Neuroctopus Quantum Computer," I blurted out.

"With that computer, helps us get a dramatic boost of technology." said Travis, "It has been Six Generations when that age ended, your friends and family are not dead AllStar – every Snork you see are they're decedents. They may be gone, but their genes live on. But there's still some hope."

"What?" I asked. "So you mean my family is still alive?"

"Don't expect your parents to be alive, because no Snork in the ocean had ever heard of Snorks older than you." noted Travis, "But your friends might be still alive."

"Where should I start?"

"There are other Snork settlements elsewhere in the Outback, but there is a highly advanced settlement that people rarely go to these days."

"What's that settlement then?"

"It's called the Seaworthy Nuclear Steam Plant," said Travis, "But don't go there, that place never lets anybody in. They jealously guard what's left of the Information Age, this Green-skinned Cybernetic Snork runs the place with an iron fist. Literally."

"Radio," muttered AllStar.

"You know him?" asked Travis.

"Back before the bombs, I stumble upon some Nuclear Barrels," I said, "I tried to get them open but some Radioactive Goo came out and I cut my hand, my blood touches the goo and he literally formed out of the stuff somehow. So in other words, he's my son."

"The 134 year old Cyborg is your son?" asked Travis.

"He made the Snork Information Age possible," I answered, "He's not that social as you can tell, I only see him once a week."

"Hrm, you think they'll let you into that place?"

"No, I guess not. But it's worth a snork anyway."

"Worth a snork indeed," said Travis, "It's an honor to meet you AllStar, I only wish I could do more to help you."

"Seeing my family members again is all the help I'll ever need," I told him as I get up, "Where is that Steam Plant at?"

"It's in the middle of the Outback, just a 2 hour hike South West," said Travis, "I would be careful if I were you, the Wetworth Clan has been causing trouble lately."

"Wetworth?" I asked, "Anyone of them named Wellington?"

"Well two, they're father and son but they're long dead by now." said Travis. "Just be careful, the gang is highly vicious and they'll rip apart any Snork they see. Good call bringing that rifle with you, do you know how to use it?"

"Sort of, I only fired a rifle once," I told him, "I shot a bean bag gun straight into Radio's stomach a long time ago."

"Man your family is weirder than it sounds," said Travis, "If you survive, tell Radio to send us food and salt as we're running out of those supplies here. Maybe we would get some help to keep the Wetworth Clan at bay."

"I was going to ask you for some more food." I muttered.

"Yeah you need to fatten up a little bit, a Snork your age shouldn't look that thin."

"What should I look like?" I asked.

"In better shape, there's just skin." said Travis, "When I saw you coming through that gate, I thought you were sick and confused. So that begs the question, how did you live this long?"

"I don't know, maybe luck?" I guessed.

"Only Cybernetic Organisms and Ghouls live up to such an age," said Travis, "Most of them are Ghouls, they looked like zombies so that's how they got the term ghouls. However, I haven't ever seen a Cyborg before. Maybe you are one."

"I don't feel machine," I said.

"Of course you don't" claimed Travis, "If you want to get some more information, you best be crazy enough to locate someone named Gizmo in Snorkland. He lives underneath a derelict Recycling Plant, busy with his gizmos in all."

"I know Gizmo, he's Radio's Android," I said, "I should talk to him right away."

"Are you sure old Snork?"

"Anything to see my family and friends again."

TO BE COTNINUED...