“I can’t see a thing in this awful light. Where I come from, the light is so pure, you can see 725 primary colors on a clear day. But this meager stuff– with its gritty photons– makes my eyes feel like they’re being sand-blasted.”
I did my best to emulate Cyril Knight’s example. He kept telling me that violence is never justified, and any problem can be solved without resort to force of arms. So I stood up for what I believed in the most pacifist way possible, and I got the crap beat out of me. I should have known it wouldn’t work for anyone but Cyril. I should have known it was pure fantasy. Of course it was a fantasy– but I fell for it anyway because it was a beautiful one.
When Cyril Knight first took me into his hidden den, I was astounded by the impossible space and the objects placed within it. It seemed proof, at last, he was truly from another world.
I couldn’t hide my unabashed awe. He shrugged it off.
“These trifles are reminders of my homeworld, the few I was allowed to keep. Everything on the planet—from the architecture, to the laws, to the grammar, even the arithmetic—was designed to reflect a great moral order. Our uncompromising ethical code gave us the highest standard of living in the tangible universe.”
“Why would you ever want to leave?”
“I was exiled for petty acts you would not even consider sins, much less crimes. I cannot resist occasional mischief. You see, in a society of gods, a mere saint is a sinner.”
I pleaded with him, “Can’t you use your advanced science to guide us lost Earthlings through the terrible crisis we face?
He replied, “I’m afraid my science is very different from yours. Oh, I’ve tried to understand your notions of physics and biology, but they seem a string of nonsense rules, tailored to please your limited perceptions. Your primitive brains lack the equipment to deal with all the contradictions and paradoxes that embody reality. It is easier to convince you of something wrong than to convince you what you believe is wrong.”
“You know, I believe that.”
“But you are wrong.”
The first Cyril Knight story features art by Francis Mao. He inked the opening pages, and had to abandon the work. Mike Hoffman did the majority of the art for the first six pages of the second story. I did the finished art, and page 7. You can access the Cyril Knight stories here: