Kommander Ivan Smyrnof of the 33rd Century Soviet Weather Platform Orbistos 1917
smiled ,and taking a long puff on his holo corn cob pipe,decided to keep up the
dimwitted country hayseed act at little longer.
He took off his straw hat,waved it in front of his face then placed
it back on his head as he took another puff of Alpha Centauri joyweed.
"Why Zaachaaryy,no I don't think I can,as its a rather long tale"
"Lets say we go into the farmhouse where I can off you two some fresh
ground apple cider made by Ma Smith"
The two crooks whistled and smiled as they followed the hick farmer,unawares
of the 33rd Century Soviet Federation of United Planets Weather Platform
disguised as a corn silo,the robotic minotaurs doing the hard work and the
one genuine Greek centauress from wayback when who was peering shyly at the two
newly arrived humans from behind the trunk and leaves of a nearby apple tree...