Watermelon Head vs. the Pin Head
Nov 9, 2022 19:06:00 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 9, 2022 19:06:00 GMT -5
Watermelon Head vs. the Pin Head
by Radrook
by Radrook
It was the year 2525 and interstellar travel had become a reality via a combination of warp drive supplemented by interconnected wormholes. To mankind’s joy and wonderment, the Milky Way Galaxy had been found to be swarming with a diverse categories of exotic beings, and all had been integrated in one vast, galactic community classified and organized into galactic arms, such as the Perseus, Orion, Scutum-Centaurus, and Saggitarian.
Travel within, and between these arms, had become common, albeit still expensive, and only the wealthy could afford it. One of these wealthy creatures just happened to be characterized by its extremely small head resting firmly on unusually wide and massive shoulders. Pinheads, humans affectionately called them, although the pinheads referred to themselves in far more favorable terms. The other creature sitting restlessly alongside, was a member of as species known by their exceedingly large heads impossibly positioned above unusually narrow shoulders. Humans called these Watermelon Heads. Both these creatures just happened to wind up sitting next to each other in the waiting area of a wormhole shuttle station which hove located between the Orion and Perseus Galactic arms.
Since there had been a shuttle delay due to a wormhole irregularity, the pin-headed humanoid alien, from the Orion Arm, passed the time away by becoming engrossed with a portable holographic image generator. The watermelon-headed humanoid alien had been observing the pin-headed alien’s deft antics for the past hour and marveling at how easily it handled the holographic input requirements.
Even more to his astonishment, the Pin-Head was also communicating fluently with the shuttle-port human personnel who accepted it as if it had been natural. In short, the watermelon-Head, a Persean-humanoid, was thoroughly astonished at the humanoid Pinhead’s ability to think despite the ridiculously tiny dimensions of its head.
Several times, the Watermelon Head had very emphatically scratched his bald, purple striped dome with his red fingernails in order to express his astonishment. He had hoped to be asked why he was gesticulating in that flagrant fashion, or why he was staring so indiscreetly at the Pin Head with his bulbous, crimson eyes. But since he got absolutely no response from the seemingly oblivious Pin-Head, he decided on a more direct approach.
“Excuse me for asking," he finally said to the pin-headed alien. Noticing that the Pin-Head was choosing to ignore him completely, he continued:
“I said, excuse me for asking, but how is it that you creatures can think?” he blurted out in its alternate a deep, resonant gurgling voice typical of its kind when annoyed.
“Why shouldn’t we be able to think? We have a brain, don’t we?” the pin-headed alien, who at that point had been totally engrossed in watching a holographic image of a female of his species doing a sensual dance-routine, responded without looking away.
“Yes, yes. Of course you do. That isn’t why I ask.”
“Might the reason you are assuming inability be because of the small size of my head in comparison to yours?” the pinhead inquired rhetorically while turning and blinking its disproportionately large, oblong, blue eyes as if in deep wonder at the melon-sized head of the other alien.
“Well, yes. That is exactly the reason I ask.”
“Shouldn’t it be obvious?” the pinhead squeaked into its conical-shaped, inter-pieces translator that dangled from its neck from a thin, titanium chain as the watermelon head wondered what brain waves the device could possibly be interfacing with.
“I’m sorry and no offense intended. But it isn’t obvious to me. You see, I am from the Cygnus Arm of the galaxy, and we have no pin-headed creatures in that vast region who display the type of intellectual prowess that you do. In fact, in my region of the galaxy, my head is considered to be ridiculously small, so yours is-to be blunt-unimaginable. So when I arrived here--”
“Ah! I see. You understandably expected otherwise,” the pinhead said with a thin-lipped smile barely visible below its bridgeless, minute, pugish nose.
“Exactly. In our Cygnus galactic Arm region, small heads are associated with little or no intelligence at all. No planet inhabited by small-headed creatures has ever progressed beyond simple hand-held tools. All they do is hunt, eat, sleep, and have sex. Not necessarily in that order, of course.” He leered around as if expecting accolades for his wit from an imagined audience and was deeply disappointed that no-one seemed to have taken interest in the exchange.
“Which means that unlike humans, and other creatures of my galactic Arm, you must feel rather uncomfortable being around my pinhead kind, correct?” the pin-head who had been watching him intently while systematically evaluating his intellectual maturity said calmly.
“To be forthright?” the watermelon head’s doubled chin fluttered above his sunken chest as he paused,
“Yes.” he announced in a Stentorian voice as if eager to garner a large audience. He had turned up the volume on his translator in order to augment his voice even further but to no avail.
Greatly disappointed he continued:
“You see, creatures of your similar kind in our region of the galaxy are, and no offense intended, just pets.” he sneered. “We love them, care for them, of course. and they mindlessly reciprocate in similar albeit mentally rudimentary, simplistic fashion. More instinct than thought, actually." he gazed languidly at the Pinhead over his prodigiously large, eagle-like nose that took up two-thirds of his porcine face.
“Is that so? Very interesting.” the Pinhead exclaimed while gazing towards the far corner of the station where his luggage, and other pertinences had just arrived. Then he slowly rose to its feet and produced a device producing a shrill whistling ultrasonic frequency which the watermelon-Head found irritating. In response there was a sudden movement which the Watermelon head detected from the corner of his eye. A blur of galloping motion approaching, pink tongue extruded, large bulbous eyes full of infinite joy, and a head four times larger than his and a face baring an uncanny resemblance to his own.
“This is my pet Walala beast! Look familiar?” he heard the Pinhead utter just before he passed out.