Greegs & Ladders

Chapter 6

                                                               CHAPTER 6

                      Johnny Guitar Says “No Gas Giant Can Stay Lost Forever!”

 

Wilx fed the atmosphere sample into the tracking system.  All we had to do was relax and let the ship take us across the universe to the matching source.

“Earlier, when you drank the atmosphere, why did it make your voice so high?”  I asked Rip.

“I don't know,” he replied.

“That's easy,” said Wilx.  “One-quarter of Jupiter is comprised of helium.”

“Interesting,” said Rip.  “I thought I grew an immunity to helium when I spent a year on that Balloon-World.”

“Ssh, I see it,” said Wilx with awe as the sight of Jupiter appeared on-screen.

A disembodied voice suddenly amplified itself through the computer.  It was not nearly as shocking as previously similar events like with Fralgoth on Garbotron or the Stockholm Robot Squad on Hroon.  We had become accustomed to the unexpected arrival of disembodied voices.

This time the voice was vaguely familiar to me.

“Now it's time for the traffic report,” it said.  “Ok... there's plenty of room in space.  If you see a traffic jam... go around it!  That forever concludes the traffic report.  Next up is the entirety of about 26 progressive rock albums played in a row, as I've been broadcasting for 89 hours straight and am in desperate need of a quick break.  We will begin with The Troll-Creatures seminal self-titled debut record, a 224-minute single-track opus based on a mystical myriad of Tolkien-esque fantasies.  The inspired free-style album was recorded in one take during a potentially inebriated evening in the Mobile Studio at Mick Jagger's Stargroves, after which Mick casually stated: 'It was a decent jam, the details of which I remember not at all.'  Alright, here we go... The Troll-Creatures...”

“It's the voice of the Vapors!”  I said.  “They're back on Jupiter!”

“What?  That isn't the voice of any Vapor-Beings,” corrected Wilx.

“Who is it then?”

“That's Johnny Guitar, Immortal Superstar DJ for Radio Cygnus 85.3, the most popular radio station anywhere.  He's been around for centuries and is known for his wild, erratic behavior and marathon bouts of uninterrupted broadcast that sometimes last for weeks on end.  Looks like we had the misfortune of tuning in just as he's taking a break.”

“If this Johnny Guitar isn't a Vapor-Being, then how is he inhabiting Jupiter?”  I asked.

“He's not,” replied Wilx.

“Isn't the broadcast coming directly from this planet?”

“This station can appear to come from many different worlds,” he replied.  “We're hearing it now because planets with heavy radio emission are sometimes known to pick up and broadcast the frequencies of Radio Cygnus, beyond the control of the actual listener/ship-owner.  No one knows whether it's accidental, or a corporate conspiracy to force people into listening to the radio.  In this case I think it has something to do with Jupiter's Magnetosphere.”

“How so?” I asked.

“Well, Jupiter's Magnetosphere is caused by eddy currents – swirling movements of conducting materials – within the metallic hydrogen core.  First the volcanoes of the moon Io emit sulfur dioxide, forming a gas torus around the moon's orbit.  The gas torus is then ionized in Jupiter's magnetosphere, producing oxygen ions.  These ions mix with the hydrogen atmosphere of Jupiter, forming a plasma sheet in the equatorial plane.  The electrons within the plasma sheet produce strong radio emissions from the polar regions of Jupiter, the very region around which we are currently orbiting.  I think this is what's causing the sudden broadcast of Radio Cygnus.”

“So when humans thought they'd discovered life on Jupiter, they had merely picked up a passing radio station?”

“It seems so,” said Wilx.  “I should have known what you were talking about when you said they sounded like a weird Radio DJ.  I guess discovering life on Jupiter is just another thing that humans didn't do.”

“Crazy,” I replied.

We listened for a minute to the dense, intoxicating sound of The Troll-Creatures.  Beneath the layered nuance of improvisational psychedelic space-guitar solos,  extended brain-warping keyboard excursions, pompously gritty rapid-fire bass licks and the paradigm of deafening rapturous double-kick drum-beats, we could just faintly hear the sound of Mick's footsteps as he wildly danced in the background.  This album was known for having accidentally recorded such percussive marvels for the ages.

“So this means there still isn't life on Jupiter?”  I finally continued.

“Yes,” said Wilx.

“Then we should try to find some, before the planet vanishes again.”

“A good idea,” jumped in Rip.  “Only where are we going to find the life for such a heinous environment?”

“Research suggests any life to spring up on Jupiter would likely be ammonia-based.”

“Ok,” said Rip.  “Do we know any ammonia-based life-forms?”

“Not really,” said Wilx.  “Have you ever met any ammonia-based life-forms?”  he asked me.

“Can't say I have.”

“That solves that problem,” said Rip.  “Now let's go find something else to do!”

“Wait,” I said.  “What if put out an ad?  Urging ammonia-based life-forms to save Jupiter and live in harmony?”

“We'll need to advertise all over the universe,” said Rip.  “How are we going to do that?”

“I think that's been answered for us,” I replied.  “We'll go to the Radio Cygnus Station and ask Johnny Guitar to place an ad for us.”

“That's a plan!”  shouted Rip, suddenly regaining interest in our current adventure.  “I've always wanted to go to Radio Cygnus and meet Johnny.  I hear it's a paradise, a nonstop epic party-zone located in the most luxurious building made of shiny things.”

Even Wilx admitted using radio was a good idea, albeit a difficult one.

“Let's not get our hopes up,” he said.  “Not only have I never heard of Johnny Guitar taking requests, placing advertisements or speaking to his fans, I also hear the Radio Cygnus Station is not at all the idyllic experience that Rip imagines it to be, but rather a heavily guarded bureaucratic wasteland.  A very anti-luxurious and boring gray concrete building.  It amazes me that Johnny is able to perform so exuberantly within such a stifling, anti-artistic environment.”

“We'll see who's right,” said Rip.