Deep space now felt more chilly than usual, and having recently re-read the complete works of Dante Alighieri, the Space Alien headed for the fiery Inferno this poet had so carefully mapped.
|Map of the Inferno by Dante Aigheiri|
Upon arrival, the Space Alien was astonished to find the Inferno completely frozen over. Fortunately, the Space Alien had brought along figure skates, and spent a few solitary days sadly perfecting Lutzes, Salchows and Axels, undisturbed by other skaters each apparently in his or her own depressed state.
|Exclusive Space Alien Photograph of Frozen Inferno|
Eventually duty called, and the Space Alien, never a shirker, returned to the once busy but now paralyzed offices of the Space Alien Gazette, where your Editor sat, a glazed look on her face and a safety pin on her shirt.
"What's that safety pin for?" asked the Space Alien.
Your Editor looked up from her computer: "Have a look at PBS, right here," she answered. "It means that you are safe with me, and that I am your ally"
"Well duh, I already knew that" said the Space Alien -- "I just thought you hadn't sewn back that missing button!"
The Space Alien and your Editor sat quietly for a while.
Then the Space Alien broke the silence: "I guess we'd better get back to work!"
"Yes," said your Editor, "I guess we'd better."
|Even when The Inferno freezes over,|
the Space Alien keeps on working
because the Space Alien cares!