Chronicle of the Drag Queen Super Heroes - Part 1
December 23rd 2006 12:10
My greatest case, my only case, was the discovery of the DisQuientians who lived in their enormous space-ship that had been buried under the city of Sydney since before English settlement. There were initially 6 members of the crew but their captain died when they crashed into the earth.
They were a group of intergalactic separatists who'd left their home planet, DisQuientia in the galaxy 'Cream for All', due to an unsavoury political environment. The leaders of their planet were about to send an enormous rocket to blow up the galaxy's administrative planet. The DisQuientians were sick of the administrative bungling that caused public transport to run late. The separatists wanted nothing to do with the bomb. They felt that any administrative head of a galactic empire was bound to get something wrong from time to time, but more important than that, all they desired was to live in peace and harmony with the universe. They wanted nothing of other planets, other cultures or other people. So they powered up their brand new ship, the Beigebummjob, and went in search of a quiet galaxy where they could be alone.
I eventually came across one of the crew in the 1950s, shortly after I'd been sent to Sydney to investigate strange occurrences in the suburb of Petersham. He was a beautiful creature, in spirit that is, not to look at. To look at him he was as strange and unusual as a horse enrolled in a beauty pageant. It is easy to see the beauty of a horse, but when put into a room of beautiful people the requirements of beauty change and the horse becomes different without becoming ugly.
I caught him and had him taken to our testing facility in the distant western regions of New South Wales, somewhere past The Black Stump. It wasn't long before I was in love with him and regretting my decision to hand him over to the authorities for experimentation. We planned to escape; we planned to live together and to have a go at making a life for ourselves as peal fishers in northern West Australia.
Of course it never happened. The plan took decades to initiate. By the time we were ready to set it in action he had changed his mind. You see, I had aged and he hadn't. The beautiful young woman I was when I first captured him had turned into a 50-something who didn't fit her black, skin tight, body suit any more, whereas he hadn't aged at all. Other women had caught his attention and I was no longer his one true human love.
That was when I decided it was time to get him and his lot off our planet and out of my hair. Up to that point he had not revealed to me where his ship had crashed or how many crew members had landed with him, but I had clues and, after all, I was still a spy. I knew I could locate them and be rid of them all.
I had no idea just how far they had infiltrated our society. I had no idea just how hard it would be to get them to leave. And I had no idea the amount of damage to I was about do to my city, my people and me.
This memoir is as much about them as it is about me so I expect I should tell the story from the very beginning, when they left their home planet. It all began about two thousand years ago...
They were a group of intergalactic separatists who'd left their home planet, DisQuientia in the galaxy 'Cream for All', due to an unsavoury political environment. The leaders of their planet were about to send an enormous rocket to blow up the galaxy's administrative planet. The DisQuientians were sick of the administrative bungling that caused public transport to run late. The separatists wanted nothing to do with the bomb. They felt that any administrative head of a galactic empire was bound to get something wrong from time to time, but more important than that, all they desired was to live in peace and harmony with the universe. They wanted nothing of other planets, other cultures or other people. So they powered up their brand new ship, the Beigebummjob, and went in search of a quiet galaxy where they could be alone.
I eventually came across one of the crew in the 1950s, shortly after I'd been sent to Sydney to investigate strange occurrences in the suburb of Petersham. He was a beautiful creature, in spirit that is, not to look at. To look at him he was as strange and unusual as a horse enrolled in a beauty pageant. It is easy to see the beauty of a horse, but when put into a room of beautiful people the requirements of beauty change and the horse becomes different without becoming ugly.
I caught him and had him taken to our testing facility in the distant western regions of New South Wales, somewhere past The Black Stump. It wasn't long before I was in love with him and regretting my decision to hand him over to the authorities for experimentation. We planned to escape; we planned to live together and to have a go at making a life for ourselves as peal fishers in northern West Australia.
Of course it never happened. The plan took decades to initiate. By the time we were ready to set it in action he had changed his mind. You see, I had aged and he hadn't. The beautiful young woman I was when I first captured him had turned into a 50-something who didn't fit her black, skin tight, body suit any more, whereas he hadn't aged at all. Other women had caught his attention and I was no longer his one true human love.
That was when I decided it was time to get him and his lot off our planet and out of my hair. Up to that point he had not revealed to me where his ship had crashed or how many crew members had landed with him, but I had clues and, after all, I was still a spy. I knew I could locate them and be rid of them all.
I had no idea just how far they had infiltrated our society. I had no idea just how hard it would be to get them to leave. And I had no idea the amount of damage to I was about do to my city, my people and me.
This memoir is as much about them as it is about me so I expect I should tell the story from the very beginning, when they left their home planet. It all began about two thousand years ago...
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