Chapter 2 : My Secret Vow. Shovel Dirt.
In the farthest reach of our galaxy, a meeting of the greatest scientific minds were presenting the lump sum of works that had been accomplished in their fields. One scientist discovered the cure of apothropolunderblunderepriciliosus complex number 324 disease. Another found some new propulsion for space travel using space-folding technique. However, in the midst of it all in the grand conference room, all that was heard from there was laughter. There was laughter at the man who was presenting a most ludicrous thesis about his experiments with the space-time continuum.
"I'm telling you it can be done, " exclaimed the man from the podium, "You are just not listening to the facts of the matter."
"Well now," said a man, standing in his place, "I see that you have cost us a great deal of funds dealing with this research. So far you have a non-working model and pages of theory that any 4th grader in half a mind can think of within the allotted naptime. Now listen here Manami…"
"But Sir Gunkhop," said Manami, "if you would just give me more time…"
"You have been given time enough!" Boweled another man. Oddly enough, if you translate his name into something pronounceable in English, you get something that sounds like toupee. "I will not let this man conduct ANYTHING further if he had not brought back a return by now. Its best to give his funds to someone more promising."
"It has been decided," stated The Master, "it gives me great sadness to have to pull you out of the scientific society, but I have no choice, given the congressional votes."
"I WILL SHOW YOU ALL!" Stormed Manami, never to be seen until 40 years later.
In another hall someone was given a speech on a familiar planet across the galaxy.
"So, as I move on," stated the speaker, "by our findings it is clear that this species has developed the great magic force inscribed by that planet. The levels of ki energy forces are tremendous in this quadrant, it no wonder they discovered it so soon."
"Excuse me sir, " stated a student, who wanted to get his participation points in by asking a question for a class that he was taking on the subject.
"No Daichi!" Said the speaker, "I am not going to tie your shoelaces, again!" In this area of the galaxy, it was common practice, and just plain good manners, to never tie your own shoe laces in public. In the old days of kings and emperors, the act of tying your own shoelaces was an insult, and was taken as a challenge of authority.
"No sir, " said the scared little student, "I just wanted to know what planet is this study on again."
"The planet?" Asked the speaker, "I believe it was the planet…"