Autonomy

“Two-plus-two, equals…fish, right?” Billy stared at Trill with a glazed-over look in his eyes.

Trill rubbed his temples and shook his head. “Where did you learn that from?”

“It’s what our math simulator taught us today.” Billy beamed at his brother, triumphantly. Trill thought to himself for a moment before responding.

“By any chance, was today’s math lesson sponsored by Admiral Fishcrotch seafood substitute brand products?”

“If it doesn’t reek of Fishcrotch, it isn’t Admiral approved!” Billy recited the jingle and performed the choreographed dance number associated with it.”

“Dude,” Trill paused, entertaining the possibility Billy was adopted. “Are you even capable of thinking for yourself?”

A slack-jawed Billy scratched his head. “I’m not sure…can you do that for me too?”

It was at that moment, when Trill decided to cryogenically preserve himself and launch his body into the depths of space, to help preserve the last remnants of sanity left on the planet.

~The End~

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