I turned to my companion, the now bodiless Professor Xavier.
“That was surely a dangerous encounter with your friend the gladiator, there. Are you sure that he’s truly your friend? He tried to shoot us both out of the sky and seemed quite oblivious to the fact that you were onboard with me.”
His brain bobbed ever so slightly but he remained quiet.
“Yes, well I was forced to make an emergency space fold to escape his pursuit. We are now somewhere near your solar system’s ninth and tenth planets, if you actually want to consider them such. As you can imagine, performing a space fold with a damaged craft while in an atmosphere is not the smartest thing to do, but I felt that I had little options.”
Once again, the brain of Xavier did not say anything. Was he attempting to get at me?
“You’re not giving me the silent treatment now are you? How juvenile. My species has evolved beyond giving each other the silent treatment hundreds of years ago. Perhaps your planet’s first steps into the galactic community could involve you rebuking this silence.”
Again, Xavier said nothing. A few bubbles found their way up through the fluid, but there was naught but more silence.
“And here I thought we were getting along so well during our sojourn to many of your planet’s interesting locales.”
“You try my patience, Xavier, and you’ll soon learn not to trifle with the likes of me.”
“Huh, what?” Xavier’s brain finally stirred. “Ah Dr. Nemonok, say, where are we now?”
“I just told you mere moments ago that we space folded to the outer perimeter of your solar system.”
“Oh, I am sorry, I believe that I just dozed off there for a moment,” he replied.
“Dozed off? We were in the middle of aerial combat and you decided to take a nap?”
“Yes well forgive me, Doctor,” he said. “Without a body I am finding it difficult to differentiate between day and night. I am never quite sure what time of day it is.”
“Do you want to know what time it is? It is time that I repair my systems after our battle with that maniac.”
I looked over the console. This is not good.
“What is it?”
“It seems, Professor, that the logic processors were burned out on my ship’s computer module. I cannot make repairs nor warp back to Earth without it.”
“Looks like we have a bit of an issue then, don’t we,” Xavier said with just a hint of smugness.
“Yes we do. Fortunately, I have a solution. What could possibly work better as a logic processor than your brain?”
I believe that I heard Xavier’s brain make a gulping noise.