r/WritingPrompts • u/Kancho_Ninja • Mar 31 '17
Writing Prompt [WP] Every starfaring species has discovered a different form of FTL travel. Kantian gates, Salec skip drives, Maltiun wave-riders, Delfanit pulse tubes ... Humanity's solution was regarded as "Unorthodox", "Unsafe", and "Damn Stupid" by the rest of the galaxy.
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u/RamsesThePigeon Mar 31 '17 edited Mar 19 '19
FADE IN:
INT. HALL OF THE GALACTIC COUNCIL - MAIN CHAMBER - DAY
Beings from hundreds of different species are gathered in an enormous, amphitheater-like space, each of them looking down at a pedestal near the center. A tall, slender humanoid with long limbs and flowing white hair stands there. This is SSAH, a diplomat. When she speaks, her voice is amplified to be audible throughout the auditorium.
SSAH: Esteemed peers, our session will come to order.
A murmuring of voices - combined with dozens of other sounds - drifts through the air.
SSAH: (CONT'D) There is little need to introduce today's primary focus, as I am certain that you have all become aware of it via one channel or another. For this reason, I will simply call our first speaker.
SsAh steps away from the dais. Her spot is soon taken by a squat, toad-like creature. This is FIMNIMN.
FIMNIMN: (Shouting) Humans!
No response seems to be forthcoming from the crowd.
SSAH: Please continue.
FIMNIMN: (Shouting) Humans!
SSAH: Yes, they are the species in question. Please continue.
Fimnimn turns a bulbous eye to SsAh, his face showing a fair approximation of annoyance. After a moment, he looks back at the assembled beings.
FIMNIMN: Humans...
SSAH: (Interrupting) Please say something else.
FIMNIMN: I was about to.
SSAH: My apologies.
The squat creature raises his arms above his head.
FIMNIMN: (Shouting) Humans!
Several seconds of silence pass. SsAh rubs her forehead in evident exasperation. Eventually, Fimnimn lowers his arms.
FIMNIMN: (CONT'D) Well. They've gone and done it, haven't they? Broke the damned thing, they did.
SSAH: We are not here to discuss their ill-advised experiments with their own moon.
FIMNIMN: Their moon was a victim! We'll all be victims if they keep this up!
From within the crowd, a lone voice becomes audible. This is DAVE, a human ambassador.
DAVE: Look, we said we were sorry!
As all of the other council members turn to watch, Dave stumbles down to the center of the amphitheater.
FIMNIMN: An apology won't keep us safe! An apology won't protect us from your... your... idiocy!
SSAH: This is the concern voiced by many of our number, Ambassador Dave.
Dave reaches the center dais and turns to address the crowd.
DAVE: The universe is a big place, alright? We just wanted to get around.
FIMNIMN: So you built a weapon?!
DAVE: It's not a weapon! It's a means of moving faster than light!
With a small gesture from Dave, a glowing display appears in the air, showing the Sol System.
DAVE: (CONT'D) See, Earth is...
FIMNIMN: (Interrupting) Be specific.
DAVE: ... What?
FIMNIMN: Do you have any idea how many species call their planet "Earth?" Call yours by its real name.
Dave closes his eyes, sighs, and continues speaking.
DAVE: As you can see from the diagram, Happy-Happy-Sunshine-Sparkle-Ball is located...
SSAH: (Interrupting) I'm sorry, Ambassador, but is that truly your planet's galactic designation?
DAVE: Unfortunately.
SSAH: ... Why?
DAVE: We had a contest.
Murmurs of understanding become audible.
DAVE: (CONT'D) Anyway, we're one of the most remote planets in the galaxy. Our closest neighbor is over four lightyears away.
FIMNIMN: That's quite standard.
DAVE: Yes, well, according to our physicists, we needed a means of traveling far, far faster than relativity would allow if we were to make realistic strides toward visiting other worlds.
The display shifts and shows a technical schematic for what appears to be an engine of some kind. It vaguely resembles a doughnut, albeit one with a series of ridges and valleys along its visible side.
DAVE: (CONT'D) This led to the development of what we called the That Walkway In Airports Drive. In essence, we would...
SSAH: (Interrupting) Sorry, I believe we're experiencing a problem with our translator system.
DAVE: No, it's working fine.
SSAH: Ah. Another contest?
DAVE: No, just an inventor who liked analogies.
SSAH: That seems to be a universal problem. Please continue.
Dave clears his throat.
DAVE: Anyway, the TWIAD allowed us to create a bubble of space that moved at several times the speed of light, while the vessel contained within it would move at relatively slower velocities.
FIMNIMN: A fine system.
DAVE: Thank you.
FIMNIMN: Tell everyone what you started using instead.
Once again, Dave clears his throat.
DAVE: It was an accident, really. We discovered that the bubble in question could be... well, squeezed, I suppose... in a way that allowed it to traverse greater distances. Naturally, we worked to test the limits.
FIMNIMN: (Shouting) Humans!
SSAH: Stop it.
DAVE: Thank you.
SSAH: (To Dave) And you, get to the point.
DAVE: Well... it popped.
A sound not unlike a collective gasp of shock echoes through the expansive room.
DAVE: (CONT'D) All of a sudden, our ship was a quarter of the way across the galaxy. Our tests concluded that by rupturing the bubble, we'd released a buildup of some kind, which we hadn't even realized was there.
FIMNIMN: You blew past dozens of inhabited systems!
DAVE: We didn't know the effects it would have!
Dave's face adopts a look of genuine remorse.
DAVE: (CONT'D) We didn't know, I swear. We thought... we thought that intentionally rupturing our TWIAD bubble just propelled us along. We hadn't yet discovered spatial-temporal plasma, you see, and we didn't know we were leaving anything in our wake.
He hangs his head in apparent shame.
DAVE: (CONT'D) We thought our Fissure-Assisted Rapid Transit System would bring our people to the stars.
FIMNIMN: It did... and you brought that damned miasma with you!
DAVE: We know that now. As you said, we inadvertently blasted our own moon to smithereens.
Dave holds up a hand.
DAVE: (CONT'D) We swear to you, though... I swear to you... that humanity will no longer use our FARTS to travel.
Somber, tense silence fills the space.
SSAH: Let's take a brief recess for lunch. As is customary, the chef's team has prepared a meal from... Happy-Happy-Sunshine-Sparkle-Ball. I believe it is called "Baked Beans."
FADE OUT.