CHAPTER 46
Overdue Intentions
Meanwhile... something was happening amongst a group of aforementioned creatures. Something within the cave systems of the Planetglomerate.
The Klaxworms were stirring, having unfrozen from their nightly freezing, prepared to begin another day of overpopulation-induced heat waves and boiled organs. Yet this was a day unlike any other in the history of the Klaxworm.
Conversation in the Klaxworm cave is usually about the idea of exploring the rest of the planet.
“Who's sick of this cave?” yelled someone from the population. “Who doesn't want their organs to boil this afternoon?”
The crowd was in agreement.
“Who has ever wondered what's out there? You've all heard the stories of the Grimbat messengers. You've seen their episodic shadow-puppet re-enactments of the exciting bits.”
“My favourite episode is the one where the Glurj child fell into a schmold pit.”
“They were all good, but the point is, why don't we go watch some of these Greegs fall into schmold pits on our own time? Have you heard of this schmold television thing? You don't need to do shadow-puppets at all.”
This was one of the hottest days in the history of the Planetglomerate. The risk of boiled organs within the oven-like Klaxworm home was at a record high. Some rudimentary survival twitch must have finally kicked in, for the Klaxworms were rallied and ready to get out of the death trap and see the Planetglomerate they had only heard about. They had been told about the majestic polished marble floors glinting forever into the sunset-tinged horizon, but what exactly was a marble floor anyway? There was no experience. No frame of reference with which to enjoy the stories. Klaxworms needed to see the sights and feel the land for themselves, if their lives were to have any validity.
They left the cave in droves. Aside from the few squished trample victims, the rest went immediately blind from the first-ever exposure to sunlight. All were unprepared.