With that said, I am a short, purple and muscular right-brain artist. My name was legally changed to ’42.’ The future love of my life, Shiidyy, is a vastly contrasting galactic creature, a left-brain dominated, teal-blue statuesque ‘beauty’ from Saturn.
Her seven vision sensors, on the left-side of her brain, with seven ultra-dexterous arms, enable her to be an exemplary accountant for The Bank of the Milky Way, as well as an accomplished cartographer in her spare time. In fact, she mapped the entire Alpha Centauri Galaxy and is a former Miss Milky Way.
Shiidyy’s mihd , was powered by an AI unit, while my Martian mind ran on some sort of electro-chemical polymer/plasma, which has caused me to be impulsive and hyperactive most of the time.
For several years, I lived on Mars and attracted droves of followers who had read Douglas Adams books and believed that the number ‘42’ represents the meaning of the entire universe.
However, whereas Adams’ ‘42’ was just an abstract concept, I knew that ’42’ was real and could be harvested from an obscure numbers pile in Alpha Centauri. I had the muscle, but hadn’t a clue where to locate it.
I needed a navigator.
I knew what to do and I did it. This is how we met.
I responded to a Milky Way Classified Ad:
I’m excessively left-brained, and I’m quite adept with maps. Shiidyy. Box 2020
I responded in seemingly ‘nanoseconds’ and Shiidyy accepted immediately while our first date, the next day, involved parking the space craft on one of Jupiter’s moons. We locked noses for three hours. It was a bit awkward in that she had four noses and I had three.
We learned that we were compatible because we could read each other’s minds and knew our intentions were both honorable as we wanted to serve the Rulers of the Universe. That evening, we were engaged on Amalthea, one of Jupiter’s 79 moons.
At midnight, we rented a massive-sized transport space craft, headed to Alpha Centauri, to carry back the 300-foot-tall number. Using her paranormal powers, Shiidyy assumed the role of navigator and did so with great aplomb. In contrast, I was ‘geographically’ challenged and lacked confidence. But, Shiidyy had a way of nurturing me.
Upon arriving at the gargantuan mound of numbers, we were delighted to see that the number 42 was not overly heavy.
I muscled the towering number into the space craft and we voyaged to Las Vegas, Nevada and landed on the Strip.
There we presented the number to the awaiting Rulers of the Universe, were introduced to a financial planner, then got married at the ‘Chapel 42.’ Life is good.