Challenge #00551 - A176: Party Life

Person 1: Didn’t you blow up a planet somehow while you having a year long kegger?



Person 2: First; it was merely rendered uninhabitable. Second; the party lasted two and a half years. — RecklessPrudence

There are generally two ways to react when one is the last of one’s kind.

Kirov chose the other one.

He had but one life to live, though it was a long one, and elected to enjoy every last moment. He travelled from world to world, seeking the best of entertainments and some good, old-fashioned debauchery.

Of course he maintained the funds to support any half-breeds that occurred. He willed them his old home-planet -for all it was worth- and continued on celebrating the end of his kind.

It is said that a being exists for as long as other beings speak their name. And Kirov seemed bound and determined to become a galactic legend.

But it wasn’t all parties and sex. He enjoyed the quiet as much as any other intelligent creature.

This morning, he settled in to one of Amalgam Station’s Observation Benches to watch the chaos surrounding the new Jogging Track. Though it was festooned with cautionary signage, the sight of a running human or more still caused a panic.

He’d bought popcorn.

The nearest sign read: Humans run here for fun. Remain calm.

Another, nearby, read: Caution! Humans running recreationally.

Kirov guessed that they would be posting more at half Distance Unit lengths, before long.

Here one came. A tall creature with ebony skin. Her white hair bound up in a bouncing braid. Well… most of it. The rest of her was clad in a track suit in hazard colours. She spotted him and slowed to trot in place.

“‘Ere I know you,” she chirped. “Yer that feller that blew up a planet in a year-long kegger.”

“It was a two-year festival and I merely rendered a marginally-uninhabitable planetoid to be completely so,” he corrected. “Rumours of my effect on places is greatly… distorted. I funded the inevitable evacuation and the clean-up. Keeps some folks in employ.”

She grinned at this, still bouncing, and showing off sharp, white teeth. “Oh aye. Ye got tae swing round next Ambassador Meet. Liven the place oop a touch. T’ wee girlie from Hevun’s got the right idea, but you? You’d make it special.”

Definitely human, for all appearances to the contrary.

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