On Aldebaran

Feels strange being here again. Looks like the princesses are having a feast again with the bears.

Gummi-Bear Mother :

-Hi there, oh Lord from afar. What is thy tidings?

Hero :

-Now listen to me : I am Not a Lord. I am not a King.

GBM :

-Are you a king?

H:

-No, I am Not a king, I am Not your Lord, do you understand me?

GBM :

-Are you a knight?

H :

-Listen, listen : I am a Human Being, and that’s all that matters. It doesn’t matter if I am a Knight, Lord or a King. I am Not a bear, right?

GBM :

-You’re not a bear.

H :

-And I am not… You know. I feel so tired. Look, look : Knights and Lords are, you know… It is from another place and another time?

GBM :

-How do you mean? Another time? It spins in the head when you talk like this, I’ve gotta sit down.

H :

Listen, listen, listen : If you believe in Knights and Lords, hear me out now : Very bad people are going to use this to gain power.

GBM :

-Are you saying the bear-knights are bad? Not real Lords?

H :

-Listen, listen : You see that bear riding on that horse with the helmet with two horns?

GBM :

-Mmmh. It’s Roger.

H :

-We call such headwear ‘Pavlov’-techniques, and it’s a very old and primitive thing, intended to invoke a sense of awe in those who see it.

GBM :

-Looks very majestic.

H :

-Yeah, but listen, listen : Look, look at this forest here, ok : You see the valley down there and the river.

GBM :

-Yeah.

H :

-This is all under military control, ok?

GBM :

-Military control.

H :

-We have a very modern army controlling these territories. There’s no need for bears riding around like this and protecting you with those oldfashioned relics they wear.

GBM :

-But it’s so romantic.

H :

-Why do you say that? It’s not romantic. It’s not, you know. They are not, they are…

GBM :

-They are not Kings.

H :

-No, no right, exactly, they are not human beings, they are not Kings, ok? We don’t even have monarchy anymore, we have a great intergalactic republic ruled by socialism that protects each and everyone. No one has to starve, no one is you know, there’s no king, no queens or princesses, you know, there’s no need for it. We’ve got all we will ever need, and you want to go back to those old days of need, superstitions and feudalism.

GBM :

-You’re talking to much.

Daughter of GBM :

-You’re making mother stressed. Could you please leave?

H :

-Yes of course. I just needed to see you again, for it really bothers me this behaviour.