Blasphemy (part 3)
"I never crash," Dugar insisted, smiling. "At least not when drunk. There were times when I insisted that obstacles moved out of my way, with a little force to assist them, but I wasn't drunk."
Maggie lifted her glass, and a tentacle reached out from the bar, holding a decanter. The tentacle tipped the crystalline container slowly, to let a thin stream of dark purplish liquid stream into Maggie's glass.
"I seem to recall a time with the Diadem..." She smiled, her voice trailing off.
"I was dazed, perhaps, but not drunk."
"You were quite out of it at the time," she insisted, "and you crashed very loudly. My metaphor is appropriate."
Theem Seeker of God shifted its chitin, crunching and grinding as it twisted.
"Are you telling me that I should seek a Deity in the Blift Sector? At what grade of star and planetary system?"
"No, I am not," Maggie replied, taking a moment to sip at her port. " I'm not going to tell you the system, or how many planets, or what kind of sun, so don't ask, and don't bother to go looking. You won't find it."
"Then how shall I find this Deity?" Maggie smiled again, and took another sip of the port.