I lifted a brow, wondering which question was best to utter first. My Directorate issued Dead Zone Tour Guide Emotive-Goggles lifted one of their lenses, replicating my facial expression. Who knew that my "blink-powered" G-Goggles would function this long when all other electronics had given up?
“...So, what am I supposed to call you?”
I asked finally.
“SILLY CHAP! I JUST TOLD YOU! I AM ZEE CAPTAIN!
BUT I HAVE MANY OTHER JUICY TITLES WHICH CAN APPLY: YOUR GRACE, LADY OF THE LAKE, YOUR EXCELLENCE, YOUR AWESOMENESS, ZEE ALL-MIGHTY ONE, OR MY LIEGE... BUT ZEE CAPTAIN IS ALSO A MOIST SUFFICIENT TITLE!"
I stared at the self-proclaimed lord incredulously, it appeared that "Zee Captain" was completely serious.
Extra radiation with your fries, anyone? I decided it was unimportant. Lord? Governor? Lady? Captain? Whatever.
"The end of the world isn’t the best time to start getting picky about who you hang out with,"
I thought. "Besides, a little nuttiness couldn’t hurt anyone, right?"
My own tired mind was acting rather odd. For some weird reason I couldn't even begin to assign Captain a gender, no matter how hard I thought about it.
It's as if something was wrong with my brain, whenever I thought of it,
my thought-pattern skipped a beat and simply settled on "Captain".
I filed it under "possible brain cancer/radiation poisoning/extreme exhaustion" and moved on.