A rather curious subject has occupied my attention this evening: the geography of Beforus. I imagine that you, like myself, thought a civilization possessing such wonderous technological and cartographic resources might have arrived at a reasonably comprehensive understanding of the planet upon which it resides. Alas, the maps remain ambiguously unhelpful. Consider our continental arrangements. Vast expanses of habitable territory are separated by oceans whose currents appear to have maintained remarkably consistent courses over geological periods that ought to have rendered such stability improbable. Many of the previous micronations of Beforus disregard conventional tectonic boundaries, while several of our more remote archipelagos occupy positions that suggest their constituent landmasses have been rearranged with rather more deliberation than continental drift ordinarily permits. Now, why do you think that is? I will leave you with that question. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/fd0115921627.png There is also the matter of our poles. I have reviewed several competing surveys of the southernmost territories, and I must congratulate the Beforan empire for being able to produce four mutually incompatible descriptions of what are ostensibly the same locations. The northern polar region, meanwhile, exhibits certain magnetic irregularities that I should hesitate to attribute entirely to its mineral composition. My own suspicion is that Beforus has undergone at least one substantial geographical revision during its natural history. Whether this occurred through an exceptionally improbable sequence of geological events, the intervention of some enterprising intelligence, or a rather embarrassing error in the original planetary specifications is a question I shall leave open. I would, however, advise aspiring cartographers to retain their previous editions. Your terrible work will be preserved ad infinitum for my entertainment specifically.
"= isn't it spelt 'cue'. ="
dr cigarette reporting for duty
Ah, you see, it is a play on words. While I am a cue-stick-headed puppet, my existence relies on the idea of sequenced events. Fate, if you would. Therefore, all of entropy is within a queue. I am that queue.
I have yet to attain my doctorate, but I appreciate the humor!
"= mmmm. not my thing. can i grab you by the top and and start swinging it? that sounds more, hm, fun. ="
What a strange request, Alternian. Simply put, no. There is no reality in which you ascend to such greatness. You will find I am quite tall.
"= i can fly, you are no problem. it is the weight ---- by the sound of 'puppet', that shouldn't be a problem? :) ="
Ah, a continued threat of violence. You are like a wiggler. One would imagine the Alternian a more civilized folk given your technological superiority. How crass.
"= it's not violent. what made you think it was violent? prejudiced. assumption filled. ="