science fiction

“ALIEN ALERT! ALIEN ALERT!” The alarms blared throughout the space station. Captain D. Emerald shot out of bed like a bolt of plasma from her ship’s blasters. She changed out of her green pajamas and into her green uniform and ran down the hallway to the control room, her green hair flowing behind her. “Good morning, Assistant W. Ruby,” Captain D. Emerald said. “Report.” Her little sister stood in front of a large computer screen. For years, Captain D. Emerald, and her sister Assistant W. Ruby had been helping to defend Earth from any threats from the comfort of their own homes.

This is Richard, and I’m here with our latest yarn from our dog who travels in space. But before I hand you over to the capable claws of Astropup, Some of you have been asking us what a “mog” is. You may not be able to find that word in the dictionary, but it is in fact, a “cat.” So I hope that helps. Now, let’s hear from Astropup. It happened when I was on shore leave. I was living at home in blissful comfort with my owner, Jenny. I did not lack for biscuits, blankets or cuddles. One morning, I was chewing on my favourite rubber bone, when I heard a tap-tapping at the French doors.

This is Richard, and I am here to introduce the latest instalment in our canine space adventure, Astropup. If you have heard the earlier stories, you will know that Astropup tells them in his own words. So, if you will just hang on for a moment, let me adjust the microphone stand down to dog level. Thank you Richard. As you know, by the standards of the Universe, it’s a little more than a skip and a jump to the moon – a mere 240,000 miles. The humans gave me a special probe to take there.