Posted by Dancer welcomes back PP and hopes he wont mind this little bit of an interlude in his story (which is just down below you should read it first). So heres a little scene called... on May 10, 2001 at 15:53:20:
Alien Nation Interlude: Dancer and the Mayor of Parodiopolis
Sarah Shepherdson, his designated waitress and the everyday identity of the Probability Dancer: Hi again. Still black with no sweetness? Pierson’s Porter: Oh. You. Yes, black no sweetness. Me and the coffee. Sarah: I’m ever so glad you came back. I was hoping to have a word with you. I thought you seemed a bit lonely. PP: What, simply because I’m the last living member of my race of alien Puppeteers, trapped on a miserable planet of petty-minded morons who grovel to whatever hand feeds them? Sarah: That’s not quite how I’d have put it. I heard about Dr Moo. PP: And that is none of your business, meddling interfering harridan. I don’t even know why I am listening to you… Sarah: Because you’re lonely? PP: I mean, you have the power to shake planets, to alter the destiny of humankind, and what do you do with it? Wait tables! Sarah: I don’t just wait tables. I help a little with the cooking as well. But not the souvlaka of course. PP: When you have the power to shake the gods! Sarah: Well, I seem to have been doing nothing but shaking gods lately. Anyway, I like waiting on tables. I get to talk to people, find out how they are, what sort of lives they have. And perhaps I can help them in little ways, or cheer them up. PP: When you could use your probability powers to eliminate poverty and war and usher in a golden age? Sarah: I don’t think so, Mr Mayor. I suppose I might be able to interfere and make things better for a while, but unless people really changed, learned, then I’d only be imposing a solution, and in the end I’d just mess things up worse. PP, sipping coffee: Are we still talking about you here? Sarah: You tell me. Look, I’m not smart enough to know if you’re a goodie or a baddie, or a baddie pretending to be a goodie, or a goodie pretending to be a baddie. Or a baddie who wishes he was a goodie, or a goodie who… PP: I get the gist of your comment so far. Really. Sarah: Thanks. I hate it when sentences go out of control. So anyway, I don’t know what you’re up to, or why, but I just wanted to make sure that somebody had tried to talk to you like a human being before it all goes too far. PP: But I’m not a human being. Sarah: But I am. And this is me talking to you, and saying you don’t have to hide behind your intellect or your superiority. You could try a different way. PP: Are you seeking to seduce me, woman, to replace Moo as my consort? Sarah: ‘Fraid not, Mr Mayor. I used that ploy with the Hooded Hood (even if he denies it), and I hate repeating myself. Plus that sort of thing gets a girl a bad name, and copyright infringement warnings from Lisa. No, I just wanted to say “hi”, and make sure you had one conversation with a human that wasn’t mean and horrible and with a nasty ulterior motive. PP: Ah. Then you have failed, I’m afraid. While we’ve been speaking my devices have scanned your powers and calibrated a defence against them, rendering you impotent to stop me at any point in the future. I no longer have any need to engage you in conversation now. Good day. Sarah: What? Why you…! [Pierson’s Porter is out of the door before Sarah notices that this time he has left behind a generous tip]
[The scene: Pierson’s Porter, the alien villain who was elected Mayor of Parodiopolis and has transformed the city into an independent high-tech state has called into the Bean and Donut Coffee Bar for another drink]