Geeky The Cat’s Travel Log: Relitosaurian Space Station
A diplomatic dance with the Relitosaurians
I’m curious if Dr. Rex’s ancestor was a T-Rex. But, in essence, there isn’t much of a difference. Even by today’s standards, they are both alpha predators.
About the Geeky the Cat
Geeky, also known as Geeky The Cat, is a cat with exceptional intelligence who works as an aide to the Alliance Galaxy’s Supreme Office of Agriculture. His primary responsibility is to assist his master in overseeing the vast agricultural matters of the galaxy.
Aside from his professional obligations, Geeky is an avid traveler, taking advantage of any opportunity to visit different planets and cities that his hectic schedule allows.
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The Relitosaurian Space Station
After a few weeks of travel at hyperdrive speed on the Alliance Interstellar Cruiser, I finally reached my destination with my Octopian mates.
Let’s hear it for the weary traveler! Now, I have something to confess. I’m not thrilled about entering the Relitosaurian star system, but a job’s a job, right?
As I squinted my eyes, I could see the majestic Relitosaurian Space Station in the distance. If you’ve been keeping up with my logs, you’d know this space station is home to the reptilian senators, the lizard-like representatives of the Relitosaurian species.
These guys are everywhere, across countless star systems and galaxies. Their success is impressive; I’ll give ’em that.
The Relitosaurians are not just successful; they are rich. Not just rich, some of them are ultra-rich! Their opulent lifestyle is beyond the reach of common species in the universe.
That, I believe, is what makes them think they’re the universe’s elites. Rich, powerful, influential, colorful… but whether they’re pretty or handsome, I can’t say. From where I’m sitting, they still look like walking lizards with delusions of being T-Rexes.
“Are you sure, little kitty, to go to the Space Station by yourself?” the Protocol Officer asked. Her sly, cunning smile irked me.
“You know many Relitosaurians like to eat your species. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Her laughter echoed in the chamber.
I shook my head. She was just trying to ruffle my fur. No one would dare touch a cat with the Alliance Galaxy Supreme Office’s badge. That would be suicidal.
Then she dexterously maneuvered her small spacecraft to bring me closer to the space station. She was here to pick me up because non-Relitosaurian ships were not permitted to dock on the space station. The rules also applied to Alliance Galaxy ships.
Now, why am I here, you ask? Well, I’m here to negotiate with one of these arrogant Senators.
The humble Agriculture Office needs their support in the Senate to secure next year’s funding. We must expand our agricultural operations for the newly joined and often poorer under-developed star systems.
We have proposals for more resources to develop new agriculture droids, advanced production systems, molecules to treat and prevent pests, etc.
In exchange, the Agriculture Office will prioritize the demands of the Relitosaurians. We’ll issue licensing deals to trade agricultural produce from these new star systems, give permits to terraform uninhabitable planets for agriculture, and so on.
In short, it’s a scheme that makes the rich even richer. Sigh…
So, that’s the life of an interstellar cat. It’s not all scratching and lounging in the sun. There’s so much politics for a cat to handle. But hey, at least I get to travel to outer space!
The journey to the Space Station’s Entry Checkpoint is always a marvel. Something about those sleek, high-tech transportation conveyors makes my hair stand on end.
They move you around with such precision that it feels like a ballet master choreographed a dance. Instead of pirouettes and grand jetes, there are twists, turns, and the occasional free fall.
I must admit that I felt like a mouse in a maze, caught in a complex network of turns and tunnels. Without the Protocol Office’s assistance, I believe I would have become lost somewhere in the space-time continuum. And believe me, that’s not the place for a cat like me.
Even for a cat with my superior intelligence, the sophistication and advancement of technology here is humbling. I mean, I’ve designed some impressive agricultural systems for the Alliance Galaxy’s Supreme Office of Agriculture, but this is something else entirely.
Entry checkpoint
As I reached the entry checkpoint, I was met with a range of expressions from curious Relitosaurians.
Some greeted me politely, while others just stared as if wondering which unfortunate soul had lost their pet.
Ironically, it was the droids who made me feel most welcome. They didn’t judge, unlike the Relitosaurians. Who would’ve thought?
Meeting with Dr. Rex
I decided to dress up and look professional for my meeting with Senator Dr. Rex. Yes, you heard that right. A restaurant was his venue of choice for discussing critical galactic matters. I guess when you’re a lizard in a suit, you can make this kind of decision.
Dr. Rex is a wealthy, powerful, and extremely influential Relitosaurian Senator in the upper echelons. Many Senators from smaller star systems, on the other hand, secretly despise him because he frequently influences decision-making in such a way that he can subtly exploit the vulnerable, less developed star systems for personal gain.
I’m curious if Dr. Rex’s ancestor was a T-Rex. But, in essence, there isn’t much of a difference. Even by today’s standards, they are both alpha predators.
Stepping into the restaurant, I couldn’t help but notice the well-dressed diners. I wondered if they were questioning why their potential meal was strolling around freely instead of being served on their plates. But let’s not dwell on that.
Dr. Rex and I had a successful meeting. Given the financial stakes in the discussed issues, I was pleasantly surprised at how well the meeting went.
He agreed to all our proposals and even extended an invitation to his private party at the Senator Lounge later that evening. As much as I would’ve preferred curling up for a nap, duty called.
As expected, the party was as dull as a featherless bird. Some high socialites were intrigued by me, while others barely gave me a second glance.
My sophisticated catwalk sashaying down the aisle did not impress those arrogant “Beautiful Lizard” ladies, whom I dubbed “B-izards,” homonym intended if you get what I mean.
I didn’t expect them to adore me, either. Just be a little nicer to a cat, okay? I’m here for an official Supreme Council event, so don’t look at me as if my presence has tainted the “high-level status” of this party.
And by the way, there wasn’t a signboard that says: “No Pets Allowed.”
I had the chance to mingle with representatives from the Avironian Star System, who also felt out of place among the Relitosaurians. Apparently their prejudice isn’t selective; it was comforting strangely.
At the restaurant
The elite party at the Senator Lounge
The museum
After a tiresome evening of schmoozing, I took the opportunity to explore their museum the following day.
The bots guiding the tour shared the fascinating evolutionary history of the Relitosaurians. They have a vast array of eggs, each different for every race in their species.
They also shared how the Relitosaurians’ evolutionary journey was intertwined with their connection to crystals. Apparently, these crystals accelerated the intellect of their ancestors. Nowadays, crystals are mere relics from the past without any mind-enhancing powers.
I breathed a sigh of relief at that revelation. I mean, if they were any smarter, I might have ended up as an appetizer by now!
A quiet evening
It was exhausting to mingle with the wealthy and powerful. I began to miss my pragmatic Octopian friends in the Alliance Interstellar Cruiser, with whom I could play and catch their tentacles. It was a lot of fun.
I spent a quiet evening in my room, gazing at the magnificent view of outer space, the starry sky, and the neighboring planets.
The luxury of the Relitosaurians’ lifestyle was evident, but it was too extravagant for a humble cat like me.
So, my dear readers, that’s all for now.
After all these business trips and interstellar politics, I’m ready for a relaxing escape.
As I always say, stay curious. Until next time!
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