So golly-GOSH! Where the heck are we? How’d I get here? Where am I?

Hello! My name is Sir Major Franklin Bombus, and I’ve been adventuring on… still, and still, I, a humble explorer of the vast labyrinths of Vega, have found myself stuck, even to this day, within the heinous Land of Dreams! Critters not as garish as I thought slumped upon my campsite. I dazzled them away with nothing more than a single match and the coarsely shaven rugged chin that set upon your champions face that day. Sir Major Franklin Bombus’s! However, the ordeal had burned down…


It’s me! Trapped! In the Land of Dreams!

Listen here! Let me tell you! A discovery is on the horizon! Of new worlds and lands to explore! Hmph! This is a NEW BEGINNING, a NEW DAWN of EXPLORATION! As if time travel it were, the situations of before have beckoned me here to ask you a request of some magnitude! That’s right! Magnification! Can you believe it?! Well, for the unruly kind, not at all, you’ve known this lot for a long time… But can you tell what sort of quest I am on? Not at all! As this latest adventure draws upon the very spirit I hope…


My dear reader, whoever you may be… dreadful consequences from the heart of the ship. The M.R.U is reaching critical mass! There won’t be much time before the data streams of the M.R.U collapse into something of a renewed version of itself — exactly like things have been before, this time, a little different!

What to do? Well, if you are a scholar of the mission — grab all the treasures of a binary kind — will ya? That might mean you have to do something! I’m not kidding! So, GET OFF YOUR BACKSIDE you whipper-snapper and take a look…


I’ve become sloppy. My other daring adventures have led to the disclosure of my expeditionary base-camp where the Exploratory is! If a native were to gain access, well, lets just say they might melt with information. I’M NOT KIDDING! NO? Yes! Anyway, back to the really juice of the matter:

There is a man called ‘Stevie’ (pg.632–712) — interesting fellow. I’ve kept track of his notes before. Amongst the information maze of this clever confusing contraption; ‘the internet’. Being used right now! It is how I communicate to you my fellow reader. Stevie is a complex man (pg.643–643.1), and he…


I skirted over the rail and was shimmering the edges of the roof of the canopy encased within a giant glass prism. It was thrilling. The natives going about their craft-work looked at me perplexed. At least I believed it was perplexion. Sometimes the natives are hard to read — not something I was used to in my old preoccupation; stuck on the starboard bow, some probing metal of radio-waves — looking out at that blasted emptiness — the Cosmos, fetching nothing at all by the end… there was indeed very little exploration such as this (and WOAH! What a…


Now, not so long ago but looking towards the past I was engaged in a series of meetings. Of which the details my team and I were searching for are still enigmatic at best. Still, the mission was a thrill, and had challenged the very essence of what exploration was all about. This brought numbers of problems and lists of logistical nightmares. But, we maintained our vision, our dream to understand ALL lands. We were in Marfleet, Hull, and our mountaineer had fallen ill on the eve of the final stretch. We had to leave him, bed bound, sick. …


Well, this is a rather riveting read no? Yes! My name, Major Franklin Bombus, at your service, yes? No. Yes! I tell you something this is a first for a ‘post’. Hah! The confusion. You would be forgiven to think of His Majesty’s Royal Mail, ah-hah, no. This is the nature of technology. Yes. Do you see what I’m driving at here. At any rate you wouldn’t want to know. For now.

Franklin Bombus

That is, Major Franklin Bombus, I’ve earned the stars.

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