“Do you know how to reach Kandor?” I ask the guy with blue skin and top hat close to me. He waves his two insect antennas before moving down his sunglasses. His eyes are human, but with yellow pupils. He immediately reminds me of the grasshopper from Pinocchio. Or maybe he’s an Andorian.
“You just need to continue down the hill. If you can’t jump, I recommend wings, if you can get a set. Or a bike. ” He points to the closest corner. There, and old copper sign with the shadow of a bike hangs under the retreating sun. No name on it though. I check my wallet, where my ticket to the concert is. Do I have also credit card, or some cash?
“Am I of further assistance to you, human?” I don’t know how to take his last word. Actually I don’t know if I’m here as a representative of my species or as a private person. I thank the grasshopper and cross the empty road to reach the bike shop. It has quite some windows but I don’t choose any model, I simply hop in. A bell rings when I cross the threshold. I find a man staring at me at the end of the room, behind a counter. The dealer, without any doubt. He looks human enough to me, blonde, pale white skin. I look for odd marks on his face, or hidden bumps on his clothes, or anything, but he could be my brother, so to say. I look around. There. The black and blue will do it.
“Hello friend. I think I know what you are looking for.” I come closer to the table. He has a shiny smile. I ignore the words and withdraw my golden credit card. The whole transaction is very fast. “Heading down?” I nod.”Please feel free to return the vehicle whenever you think you will not need it anymore. We’ll return you the money as soon as we can!” I got it, maybe he’s a robot. Or a NPC. Whatever. I jump over it, test quickly the brakes, and let us roll down the hill.
I don’t pedal for around 10 miles. The road is curvy, but the landscape is great, and I don’t care. There are golden clouds, and orange, and the whole circuit seems to be unnecessary. But after the last turn, I see the broken Ark and the first buildings of Kandor. Then I unmount, lay the bike and walk in. Around me, other vehicles materialise, like coming from parallel paths on parallel dimensions. A golden Trabant. A Beetle. A giant bike with a giant man, like the one in that movie, Neverending Story. We all peacefully walk in, a stream of people and vehicles.
You can’t miss the National Kandor Theatre. Imagine any Opera Palace you know, the Staatsoper, the Rudolfinum, something like that, multiply it in size by five, wrap it in floating colourful lights, add a couple of floating crystal dance halls surrounding it (for the people with wings) and you have it. A lot of us are heading there, but I know I’m the only one with a golden ticket. I know it. I just hope she doesn’t commit a mistake playing. But if she does, who cares? I will love her anyway. The place is incredible, and the trip to it was great. If only I wouldn’t be so lonely the whole concert…