A brand new short Space 2047-style story inspired by the uploaded manuscript and its characters.
Cedric first saw the moon through the porthole and immediately fell in love. It was not beautiful in the usual sense. It had no golden oceans, no crystal mountains and no mysterious ancient temples. But it did have a sign that read: DESIGNER UNDERPANTS WHOLESALE OUTLET.
Brian said they did not have time to land. Salomina said they definitely did not have the dignity. Karen said the moon was broadcasting a suspicious amount of trouser-related advertising. Cedric said destiny rarely arrived ironed and folded, but today it had made an effort.
The ship’s records produced this useful Space 2047-style reminder: The angry looking man whose trousers had now stopped burning, took a deep breath, and said “Actually yes, please do go on, why don’t you, because you are doing such a wonderful job of explaining the reasons why you are…
They landed beside a warehouse guarded by a robot mannequin wearing sunglasses and a pair of underpants so expensive they had their own postcode. The mannequin informed Cedric that entry required proof of seriousness, financial stability and the ability to say “elasticated waistband” without crying. Cedric failed the third test.
Desperate, he offered the mannequin a business plan involving luxury mansions, tasteful packaging and emotional support socks. The mannequin was moved. Not emotionally, because it was a mannequin, but physically, because Karen levitated it out of the doorway.
Inside, Cedric found the legendary Pants of Confidence. He put them on over his trousers and immediately declared himself Admiral of Fashion. The moon’s alarm sounded. Brian dragged him back to the ship, Salomina negotiated a discount and Karen left an IOU written on a sock.
The spacecraft escaped with one souvenir catalogue and a warning never to return unless Cedric learned restraint, which everyone agreed was unlikely.
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