apology, ‘It’s just that I have no idea what people from outer space look like and I ……… ’ Jamie stopped his apology, realizing that he sounded stupid. He couldn’t believe that he would actually consider that Koolebron could read his mind or that he was out in space somewhere. He was more likely some old techie with a computer in his garden shed.
It was nearly an hour later before he felt the familiar buzz when he heard the sound that heralded the arrival of a new email.
Jamie quickly scanned the email which read:
Jamie,
I am sorry you received the old message that was sent in error. I already knew that Soranmalvor your Uncle Stanley had passed away. We were very good friends and I shall miss him.
I hope the names didn’t confuse you. My name is Gordon Cartwright and your Uncle Stanley and I used to have a bit of fun with our make-believe names and I (Koolebron) was supposed to reside on the Planet Titantula. Your Uncle did mention once that he wanted you to inherit his machine and I’m sure that you will respect his wishes regarding the secrets of his old computer. I have a grandson, Daniel, who is your age and I will ask him to contact you. He will address you as, Nerosmalvor.
Goodbye,
Koolebron
Jamie watched the flashing message that followed, signalling that Koolebron’s message would be erased in ten seconds. While Jamie was wondering how a message on his computer could be erased other than by himself, the message disappeared from his screen and Jamie turned his thoughts to the next message he was told to expect.
‘Wow, I’m going to have a cyber pen pal. I’m not sure about my name though,’ Jamie laughed out loud at the thought.
The email alarm sounded again and Jamie was excited as he prepared to read the incoming message. Once again he imagined someone with three heads and it was fun going along with this game. It seemed that Uncle Stanley’s old friend, Gordon Cartwright, wanted his grandson and Jamie to take over the game, at least that’s how it appeared to Jamie.
There was a short blast of sound that was like a football crowd cheering and then the following message was displayed.
Email Received
Hi ,Nerosmalvor,
This is Soupinpota.
You needn’t worry. I won’t use your galactic name of Nerosmalvor again, unless you want me to. You must have guessed by now that I am not from your world and I hope you won’t find our conversing too strange.
Make sure your speakers and microphone are active and I will make voice contact with you.
Your new friend,
Soupinpota
Jamie already knew that the speakers were active because of the aircraft engine noise that had blurted out when the system was started up and he positioned the old fashioned microphone in front of him.
‘Hi, Jamie. Can you hear me?
‘Loud and clear, Sopinpot.’
‘Great, but my name is Soupinpota. The soup in my name is pronounced like soup and it is pota and not pot. Soup in pota and not Sop in pot. Shall we use our galactic names like my Granddad used when communicating with your Uncle, or shall we just use our proper names of Jamie and Daniel?’
‘To be honest, I would feel a bit of a diffy using those names and if you and your granddad are from another planet, then my dad’s Bill Gates. Although I suppose it would be fun using the names sometimes.’
‘I’m disappointed that you doubt my word, earthling. I take it that diffy is a Liverpool word which I have never heard used in Scarborough where me and my granddad live. Is it the same as dumbo or muppet?'
‘You are right about the meaning of diffy, but I expect you have some words that I have never heard of and we’ll have to exchange the lingo sometime if you know what I mean. Before I forget what was that your granddad mentioned about keeping things secret which is what my Uncle Stanley said in a message left for me?’
‘What Koolebron (Granddad) told you about secrecy
It was nearly an hour later before he felt the familiar buzz when he heard the sound that heralded the arrival of a new email.
Jamie quickly scanned the email which read:
Jamie,
I am sorry you received the old message that was sent in error. I already knew that Soranmalvor your Uncle Stanley had passed away. We were very good friends and I shall miss him.
I hope the names didn’t confuse you. My name is Gordon Cartwright and your Uncle Stanley and I used to have a bit of fun with our make-believe names and I (Koolebron) was supposed to reside on the Planet Titantula. Your Uncle did mention once that he wanted you to inherit his machine and I’m sure that you will respect his wishes regarding the secrets of his old computer. I have a grandson, Daniel, who is your age and I will ask him to contact you. He will address you as, Nerosmalvor.
Goodbye,
Koolebron
Jamie watched the flashing message that followed, signalling that Koolebron’s message would be erased in ten seconds. While Jamie was wondering how a message on his computer could be erased other than by himself, the message disappeared from his screen and Jamie turned his thoughts to the next message he was told to expect.
‘Wow, I’m going to have a cyber pen pal. I’m not sure about my name though,’ Jamie laughed out loud at the thought.
The email alarm sounded again and Jamie was excited as he prepared to read the incoming message. Once again he imagined someone with three heads and it was fun going along with this game. It seemed that Uncle Stanley’s old friend, Gordon Cartwright, wanted his grandson and Jamie to take over the game, at least that’s how it appeared to Jamie.
There was a short blast of sound that was like a football crowd cheering and then the following message was displayed.
Email Received
Hi ,Nerosmalvor,
This is Soupinpota.
You needn’t worry. I won’t use your galactic name of Nerosmalvor again, unless you want me to. You must have guessed by now that I am not from your world and I hope you won’t find our conversing too strange.
Make sure your speakers and microphone are active and I will make voice contact with you.
Your new friend,
Soupinpota
Jamie already knew that the speakers were active because of the aircraft engine noise that had blurted out when the system was started up and he positioned the old fashioned microphone in front of him.
‘Hi, Jamie. Can you hear me?
‘Loud and clear, Sopinpot.’
‘Great, but my name is Soupinpota. The soup in my name is pronounced like soup and it is pota and not pot. Soup in pota and not Sop in pot. Shall we use our galactic names like my Granddad used when communicating with your Uncle, or shall we just use our proper names of Jamie and Daniel?’
‘To be honest, I would feel a bit of a diffy using those names and if you and your granddad are from another planet, then my dad’s Bill Gates. Although I suppose it would be fun using the names sometimes.’
‘I’m disappointed that you doubt my word, earthling. I take it that diffy is a Liverpool word which I have never heard used in Scarborough where me and my granddad live. Is it the same as dumbo or muppet?'
‘You are right about the meaning of diffy, but I expect you have some words that I have never heard of and we’ll have to exchange the lingo sometime if you know what I mean. Before I forget what was that your granddad mentioned about keeping things secret which is what my Uncle Stanley said in a message left for me?’
‘What Koolebron (Granddad) told you about secrecy
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