Musings at the Edge
“ Do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, we might be the bad guys?”
“Of course not.”
“But, how can you be so sure?”
“Well that’s simple enough, we can’t be the bad guys.”
“Huh? Why not, I mean if you have good guys then you have bad guys.”
“True enough, but you’re forgetting a very important point.”
“Really…well then do tell.”
“We are we, and they are they.”
“Okay you lost me.”
“Sigh…you know you really are a bit dense some times. Weren’t you some kind of super genius before the shit hit the fan?”
“I worked in astrophysics so excuse me for not being able to decipher your cryptic murmuring s out here at the edge of beyond , and around the corner from the devils own ass crack. So are you going to explain what you mean or can I shoot you and save our mysterious alien enemies the trouble.”
“Such a violent individual you are.”
“supposedly that’s a good thing when you get drafted to fight unknown bad guys light years from home.”
“Touché. Anyway what I meant is that we can’t be the bad guys, because the bad guys are always the other guys. “
“What?”
“Think about it, the universe is made up of we and them. We equals good, them equals bad. To us bank robbers and serial killers are bad guys, to bank robbers and serial killers cops are the bad guys. If you start thinking of yourself as the bad guy you wind up with a seriously fucked sense of self. “
“So you’re saying that by virtue of being us we are automatically the good guys .”
“Yep.”
“But then doesn’t that mean that to our enemies we are the bad guys?
“Double yep.”
“In that case doesn’t that mean we’re both bad guys?”
“ I told you, if you start seeing yourself as the bad guy you’re going to totally screw your self image. I prefer to think of us all as being good guys. On my happier days there’s even a princess to rescue.”
“You know, sometimes I think I wish an alien would get you.”
“
No you don’t.”
“Is that so?”
“Yep. You like having me around. Think about it, as long as I’m around you have a fifty fifty chance of getting killed in an attack. If I wasn’t around your odds of getting alien KO’ed go way the hell up. Besides, as long as you have me to talk to you have a reason o get up every morning. What would you do with yourself you didn’t have my witty banter to keep you going? Speaking of morning, I’m going to sleep, wake me when it’s my watch.”
“You’re just going to sleep, just like that?”
“Bingo, the way I see it Kirk couldn’t have gotten all the hot alien babes and I pan on meeting a few in my dreams. Maybe a blue one, with three tits…and a tail.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“If I’m lucky, and if you play your cards right I’ll let you play with the middle tit. I’ve only got two hands after all.”
