I appreciate that! I’d be happy to be in the credits, and I like being Mathbrush (or Brian Rushton (Mathbrush)), because there are a lot of Brian Rushtons.
It’s worse. You’re in my new sci-fi comedy. Here’s an excerpt.
Chapter 4
You’re alone on a super yacht. Where are Mitzi and Zulin? Who knows. But you have the crystal. What are its functions? Also, are the aliens tracking you? And where’s your Volvo?
After searching around you discover strangely there is no captain nor any crew aboard. However, you do encounter a passenger called Brian Rushton. A bearded fellow with glasses who talks like he knows everything. He claims to be an expert in extra-terrestrials. He knows all about alien invasions. Apparently he was invaded once. And he wasn’t happy about it.
Up on deck, Rushton hands you a Pina Colada which you sip in the sunshine, watching the calm waves rolling by.
Rushton tells you, "This is the life! Sailing the open seas, exploring. It’s the real thing. You know, I have a relaxed attitude to it all now. Aliens are ours friends. They aren’t such a bad lot really. In fact, most of my best friends are aliens.
Nowadays I’ve taken up fishing. It’s a good life and relaxing. I just can’t be bothered with fighting alien battles anymore."
A smartly dressed blonde woman enters. It’s Mitzi! She smiles but you keep quiet. How did she know you’re here and where are you really?
Mitzi tells you she’s Rushton’s PA.
“He’s not so bad in small doses, obsessed with pointless things like fishing and computer games.”
Mitzi tells you, you’ve been mind-jacked and you’re not really on this yacht at all, nice though it is. Actually, you’re in Zob’s laboratory with probes stuck in your body. Oh, and that Pina Colada you’re drinking is actually cat pee. It’s Zob’s way of getting you back for the Civet coffee trick!
The twisted fiend!
You ask Mitzi if Rushton is real;
She tells you, “Sure! He’s a disembodied brain, Zob keeps him in a tank for amusement. Sometimes he throws in some fish food to see what happens.”
Rushton, as he really is, back in Zob’s Lab:
…
You appear to be completely stuffed. Or perhaps even, a stuffed crust! No functional crystal, a fake yacht, a bogus Rushton and an AI Mitzi, even if she means well.
But wait! If Rushton is actually a brain in a tank, he’s nevertheless a connection to the outside world. You’re going to have to work on him.
…
Rushton is furious, “A brain in a tank! That fiend Zob! You just wait 'til I catch up with him - the miserable fat, green alien bastard!” Rushton is livid. He’s obviously not so keen on things when he’s the fish!
Rushton tells you he can abort the simulation by thinking of something illegal, and it will hurt. But in return you have to promise to rescue his brain from Zob’s lab.
Ok, but where are you going to put it?
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This is painfully accurate. I’ll have to share this with Mitzi to get her reaction
I’m not sure what I anticipated after the words:
But it certainly wasn’t that. Congrats for surprising me.