“Right! The two families land on the same planet at the same time, see?”
Brenda nodded vigorously. “We could have a different planet every week... and the same major characters. That’s just what a good series needs!”
“Sure,” Gabriel agreed. “Good guest stars and the same regulars each week.”
“So the boy and girl fall in love,” Brenda said.
Gabriel was rubbing his hands together anxiously. “Right. But their families don’t like it. They compete with each other, see, for the interstellar trade. They don’t....”
“Wait a minute,” Oxnard said. “If these are interstellar ships there’s going to be a time factor involved. You know, the twin paradox.”
“The what?” Gabriel looked blank.
“If you travel at almost the speed of light, there’s a time dilation. The two families wouldn’t age at the same rate. The boy will get older than the girl or vice versa.”
“Oh that,” Gabriel said. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll just make the ships go faster than light.”
“But you can’t do that. It’s physically impos....”
Gabriel flapped a hand at him, “We’ll use a space warp. Been doing that for years.”
“But it’s not...”
“It’s dramatic license,” Brenda said.
Oxnard shook his head but kept silent.
“Okay,” Gabriel said. “Every week the kids are trying to get together and every week the families try to keep ‘em apart. We can have them stowing away on each other’s ships, captured by the natives on the planets, lost in space... zowie, there’s a million storylines in this!”
“And we can have subplots every week,” Brenda said eagerly. “With all sorts of different characters and cultures on each planet they visit. It’s terrific!”
On and on they went, as the sky brightened outside and birds began to welcome the not-quite-risen sun. Gabriel pranced into his office and Brenda and Oxnard followed him into the cramped, cluttered little room. With an unlit pipe clamped between his teeth, Gabriel turned on his voicewriter; their free-for-all conversation began clattering out of the machine in black and white.
They sketched out the major characters while Gabriel ransacked the bookshelves lining the walls to find his Asimov’s Guide to Shakespeare, The voicewriter dutifully typed up a summary of the series’ basic theme and outline, plus outlines for the first three hour-long segments. Then they went into details of characterizations, the types of actors needed, the costuming. Oxnard found himself doing most of the talking when it came to describing the spaceships and their equipment.
Finally it got uproariously funny. They began giggling at every line coming out of the voicewriter. When the machine obediently began typing, “Ha-Ha-Ha,” they broke up completely. Gabriel fell out of his desk chair onto the floor. Brenda had tears streaming down her cheeks. Oxnard felt as if his insides would burst. And they couldn’t stop laughing. Not until the machine ran out of paper and shut itself off. Seventeen sheets of “Ha-Ha-Ha” littered the office floor.
They staggered into the kitchen, breathless and squinting at the morning light. As coffee perked and orange juice defrosted, the blonde in the knit sweater came along. She was wearing stretch slacks and jewelry now, as well as the sweater.
“You guys sure were having a good time,” she said.
“Stay for breakfast,” Gabriel told her.
She smiled sweetly and kissed him on the nose. “Can’t, honey. Got to get back to the studio. I’m a working girl, you know. Not like you writers. ‘Bye!”
And off she flounced.
Sobering, Oxnard mumbled, “I ought to get back to my lab, too.”
“They can do without you for one day,” Brenda said. “They did. Yesterday.”
“Grab a couple hours’ sleep first,” Gabriel said. “You can use the guest room.”
“Might be a good idea at that,” Oxnard let himself yawn. His eyes felt very heavy.
He was about to push himself up from the kitchen table when Gabriel put a steaming mug of coffee down in front of him and said:
“Listen, I appreciate all the advice you gave me about the spaceships and all. I want you to be my technical advisor for the series.”
“The series?”
“Yeah. ‘The Starcrossed.’ Remember?”
“I’m no technical advisor. I run a laboratory....”
Brenda was sitting across the table from him, with a curious expression on her sleepy face.
Gabriel said, “You know this science stuff. I’m going to need somebody I can trust, if we’re going to do this series right. Right, Brenda?”
She nodded and murmured, “Aye-aye, master.”
“But my responsibility’s to the lab. That’s....”
Gabriel wagged a finger at him. “You don’t have to leave the lab. All I’ll need is some advice now and then. Probably handle most of it on the phone. Maybe read the scripts when they’ve gotten to second draft.”
“My big chance in show biz,” Oxnard said.
“It’ll be a helluva help,” Gabriel said. “To me personally.” Brenda nodded. “Finger will want you on the scene as a consultant anyway, on your new holographic process.”
