shaking his head.
“I told you,” said Kat.
“Okay. Okay. It’s not my fault I’m
Mr Bloody Cynical, is it? Look at the place where we live. Look at my damn
job. Look at your tortured brother. Just look at the world, mate.”
“It’s a shame everything back on
Earth can’t be as precise and efficient as the Theme Planet,” said Katrina,
sipping an orange sherry - the exact thing she was in the mood for after a
long-haul flight. How did they know that? How the hell could they have even
possibly known that?
“Hmm,” said Dex, drinking his
lager. “We’ll see.”
The hover bus hummed away from
the Shuttle Port and down rolling lanes between rolling fields. Sunshine shone,
and distantly children giggled and soft music played and this new world, this alien Theme Planet, seemed like a wonderful, perfect place to be right now.
~ * ~
It was later. Much
later.
The Kool Kid Zone was... perfect.
And the Colls family didn’t get a room. They got a suite of rooms with
every technological advancement, and everything they could ever dream of in a
holiday suite, provided as standard. Forget upgrades. The whole of the Kool Kid
Zone Hilton was an upgrade.
PopBot Lex entertained the
children with an alien holo puppetshow and Gigglegum tricks whilst Dex and
Katrina took a long, relaxing bath. She swam over to him (yes, the Jacuzzi was that
big) and snuggled up close, soaping his chest.
“We’re going to have such a good
time, aren’t we, honey?” she said.
Dex smiled. “You know what? I have started to relax. And it’s the first time I’ve ever been on a holiday where
everything ran so smoothly; ran like clockwork. I am agog with wonder. I simply
cannot believe my eyes.”
Kat kissed him, and for long
minutes they savoured the kiss, hands stroking one another under the bubbles.
Then Kat pulled away.
“You hungry, Mister?”
“Only for you, babe. Come back
here. I’ve got something to give you...”
“Haha, oh, I bet you have. Not
now, though, come on, the kids are starving and Lex has recommended a fine
Japachinese restaurant just a few minutes away. He’s even pre-booked us a table just in case we want to take him up on his recommendation. And he’s
persuaded the kids to have a relaxing first day and we’ll start on the big
rides tomorrow. How cool is that? God only knows what he promised them.
Drugs, probably.”
Dex snorted a laugh. “Hell, that’s
more like it! The slimy little Lex bastard. I don’t trust him.” Dex winked. “First
chance I get, I’ll pour some Cokey Cola down his arse-slot.”
Katrina rose from the bubbles and
pulled on a silk robe. “Come on, lazy mutt. Out you get. I’m starving. And if
you’re a good boy...”
“Yes?”
“You can have me for dessert.”
She winked.
~ * ~
DEXTER
STOOD OUTSIDE the entrance to Insane. He gazed up. And up. And up. Man,
that’s a big fucking rollercoaster, he thought to himself. Closely followed
by, there’s no way on Earth my little girls will want to go on this when
they get up close and personal. Will they? Or did I breed proper little
psychopaths?
He looked down. Molly held one
hand. Toffee held the other. They both gazed at him adoringly. As if to
say: come on, Dad, don’t let us down now, don’t let us down again. We want
to go on the ride! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease...
Dex glanced back, over his
shoulder, to the viewing area where one-hundred-inch screens zoomed and snapped
around with close-ups and pans, and took comedy photographs of screaming
punters screaming.
“Great,” he muttered.
“Go on!” yelled Katrina. “What
are you waiting for, you big girl? Waiter service?”
“Ha-bloody-ha,” said Dexter,
voice wooden.
“Come on, Dad!”
“This way, Dad!”
“Don’t be scared, Dad!”
“It’ll be a great laugh, Dad!”
They moved through to the queuing
area. Please let there be a
“I told you,” said Kat.
“Okay. Okay. It’s not my fault I’m
Mr Bloody Cynical, is it? Look at the place where we live. Look at my damn
job. Look at your tortured brother. Just look at the world, mate.”
“It’s a shame everything back on
Earth can’t be as precise and efficient as the Theme Planet,” said Katrina,
sipping an orange sherry - the exact thing she was in the mood for after a
long-haul flight. How did they know that? How the hell could they have even
possibly known that?
“Hmm,” said Dex, drinking his
lager. “We’ll see.”
The hover bus hummed away from
the Shuttle Port and down rolling lanes between rolling fields. Sunshine shone,
and distantly children giggled and soft music played and this new world, this alien Theme Planet, seemed like a wonderful, perfect place to be right now.
~ * ~
It was later. Much
later.
The Kool Kid Zone was... perfect.
And the Colls family didn’t get a room. They got a suite of rooms with
every technological advancement, and everything they could ever dream of in a
holiday suite, provided as standard. Forget upgrades. The whole of the Kool Kid
Zone Hilton was an upgrade.
PopBot Lex entertained the
children with an alien holo puppetshow and Gigglegum tricks whilst Dex and
Katrina took a long, relaxing bath. She swam over to him (yes, the Jacuzzi was that
big) and snuggled up close, soaping his chest.
“We’re going to have such a good
time, aren’t we, honey?” she said.
Dex smiled. “You know what? I have started to relax. And it’s the first time I’ve ever been on a holiday where
everything ran so smoothly; ran like clockwork. I am agog with wonder. I simply
cannot believe my eyes.”
Kat kissed him, and for long
minutes they savoured the kiss, hands stroking one another under the bubbles.
Then Kat pulled away.
“You hungry, Mister?”
“Only for you, babe. Come back
here. I’ve got something to give you...”
“Haha, oh, I bet you have. Not
now, though, come on, the kids are starving and Lex has recommended a fine
Japachinese restaurant just a few minutes away. He’s even pre-booked us a table just in case we want to take him up on his recommendation. And he’s
persuaded the kids to have a relaxing first day and we’ll start on the big
rides tomorrow. How cool is that? God only knows what he promised them.
Drugs, probably.”
Dex snorted a laugh. “Hell, that’s
more like it! The slimy little Lex bastard. I don’t trust him.” Dex winked. “First
chance I get, I’ll pour some Cokey Cola down his arse-slot.”
Katrina rose from the bubbles and
pulled on a silk robe. “Come on, lazy mutt. Out you get. I’m starving. And if
you’re a good boy...”
“Yes?”
“You can have me for dessert.”
She winked.
~ * ~
DEXTER
STOOD OUTSIDE the entrance to Insane. He gazed up. And up. And up. Man,
that’s a big fucking rollercoaster, he thought to himself. Closely followed
by, there’s no way on Earth my little girls will want to go on this when
they get up close and personal. Will they? Or did I breed proper little
psychopaths?
He looked down. Molly held one
hand. Toffee held the other. They both gazed at him adoringly. As if to
say: come on, Dad, don’t let us down now, don’t let us down again. We want
to go on the ride! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease...
Dex glanced back, over his
shoulder, to the viewing area where one-hundred-inch screens zoomed and snapped
around with close-ups and pans, and took comedy photographs of screaming
punters screaming.
“Great,” he muttered.
“Go on!” yelled Katrina. “What
are you waiting for, you big girl? Waiter service?”
“Ha-bloody-ha,” said Dexter,
voice wooden.
“Come on, Dad!”
“This way, Dad!”
“Don’t be scared, Dad!”
“It’ll be a great laugh, Dad!”
They moved through to the queuing
area. Please let there be a
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