NOW IT CAN'T BE TOLD

        Sorry, but as the Ambassador from Far Out, I am privy to certain information which I am not at liberty to divulge.  Therefor it is far from me to confirm or deny rumors that the recent & successful Galactic Conclave at Asteropolis sparked an official investigation, with Galactic Observers from a quorum of worlds spending considerable resources, both real and imaginary, to view the ongoing shenanigans through a convenient crack in the space-time continuum (in itself a damning sign, but handy), and potentially declare a class one time-snake infestation.

        Technically, it is no part of my ambassadorial duties to warn the natives of this world of the dangers and opportunities inherent in their situation, nor to attempt to do anything else about it.  But being rather fond of the place for all its quaint rustic charms, I would rather not see the Earth replaced with a hyperspace bypass, nor would I personally relish the extinction of its native population, some of whom are actually quite pleasant, interesting, and possibly even fun sometimes.

        However, information wants to be free and as an inveterate and habitual data-coddler, I am hereby releasing a possibly spurious and officially deniable set of images which in no way have anything to do with a certain planet and its ecologically-deranged inhabitants.

        Try not to think about it.

The ThinkBox at Starport Serpentime

It's sheer chaos in there!

Galactic Observer Captain Wunderbar exclaims "We could learn so much from you Earthlings! Just look at this rubber band!" Behind him, the Twilux and the Sublimes continue observing bemusedly.

SteamPilot hasn't got a clue... and doesn't want one.

But the penny is about to drop for one crewbot of the Starship Lollipop.

Below, humongous roving SpinDroids patrol the fountain areas -- probably a wise move, considering the apparent lack of human-compatible restroom facilities.