Ruby the Galactic Gumshoe

Her Angelness, Mister Boo.

Indiana Isis. The Big Wiggly. A Month of Xavier Cugat. I Won't Bite You.

I Can't Bear This. The Naughty Ninjas. Shall I Unzip? And Then It Hit Me.

A Dream Conspiracy. Picnic Time For Teddy Bears. The Circle Of Hashibaba.

He was the guy who programmed Angel Lips. I entered a cool tiled courtyard. There was a fountain in the center with a couple of caged parrots. A few other earth-like animals would wander through. I figured they were all animal-droids. A duck came by and took a drink from the fountain. I wanted to see if it was real - I gave its tail a little yank - the droid let out a quack.

I was surrounded by a gang of Zoot Mutants – high tech punks with shimmer suits. Sort of futuristic zoot suits - what’s really laser harnesses that emit shifting hologram images combined with their own lovely misshapen mutant bodies. As they say, you never can be certain what’s suit and what’s Zoot ... they didn’t think that was funny.

(TERU) Your toes? I love to play with your toes, your little android toes. Your nose? l like the way they simulated the sound of your breath with those little speakers hidden up your nostrils. I wish you could breathe. You would have the sweetest smelling breath in the world. It would smell like Styrofoam coffee cups!

(TERU) A Slimy blaster caught the Tookah dead center, it was loaded with an inflatable. The Tookah puffed up, and then exploded. Tentacles went flying all over the place. The rodent was quick, he took out the first Slimy. I yanked out my automatic and I fired - I missed. I fired again, I missed. Then I hit the power board, the lights blew out. I flipped on my infrareds and saw the rodent scurry down a trap door. I dove in after him. It was an underground sewer. Oh my god, it stunk. The little rat looked right at home down there.

It’s a place of meditation, where you can deal with your illusions about life, if you have any. Shadows lengthen, contract ... It doesn’t take long for your mind to join in and start sculpting these shadows into ... I don’t know, old dreams, old loves, lost loves. It’s a nice place to sit and meditate, and wonder what the hell’s the point?

We enter a large arena. The moles are climbing over each other to get to the best seats. The best seats were the ones furthest from the playing area. I’m beginning to wonder about this game.