My brain is tired after the email book, and needs the concrete beaten out of it.
The more experienced GalactiCop is on his fifth life, old enough to actually be grey. His people came from the sunny side of a tidelocked inner planet, like Mercury with ice machines. Most bright siders never leave their tunnels, so his colleagues named him Bright Land. That happens to be the meaning of our name Lambert, so we’ll go with that.
The newer cop still has the bronze hide of his first life and has the impish humor of the young, but he’s serious about being the best police he can. He actually reads Blackstar’s Simplified Law for The Fuzz and makes notes in the margins. They’re not the kind of notes about how a GalactiCop could leverage the law and his position to get free probing from the Greys Of The Night, either. His colleagues call him Serious but that’s not a name we know, so we’ll call him Earnest.
By the time the Professor learned the importance of bringing water when hiking through the inland California desert in high summer, Bert and Ernie were landing.
If this amuses you, you might check out my collections Apocalypse Moi and Devotion and Corrosion.
I can’t wait to read more of this!