Pope - The Planet Hy Man Kind

The Finale or final...finally

Jun 02, 2025

The seagull has vanished. There I was sprawled on hubby’s bed being creative with my laptop under the glare of the seagull tapping the window when another joined. A fight ensued sparking my creative juices into frenzy.

I typed like mad, I was on a roll and didn’t hear the door creak open—until she appeared, the restaurant cat. And before I could shout pakora, she was on the window ledge doing her impression of a tiger on hind legs.

Even a chucked slipper didn’t put her off.

Pete’s Memoirs

Join me in looking at the world through the eyes of an android called Pete, and discover his past along the way.

So let’s recap…

Pete was enjoying the tender touches of Woody sorting his back until contact with Pope was made. A fellow Android with a past the riles Pete senseless. There is more to Pope than lubricated joints and Pete is desperate to tell but is anyone willing to listen?

The Pope-Planet Hy Man Kind

Final Finale- Finally

I could hear Bunnie outside picking things up in her ‘half cocked’ fashion…“Rubic cube” she yelled. “Hardly magic.”

No one answered; we were pretending to be asleep.

“Magic,” continued Bunny. “Is a man who still believes he can rise to the occasion when his balls are lower than his knees and…” She peered through the tent flap with a ‘gotcha’ stopping at the sight of Woody bent over my back.

“What’s going on here?”

Woody looked up.

Bunnie spying my raw back, almost smiled. “Oh, that's what you’re doing…”

“We were talking to Pope,” H2 looked pleased with herself.

Bunnie pulled a face. “The Pope?” she shouted to Don. “They are talking to the Pope.”

“Not the Pope,” said Woody.

Don’s head appeared alongside Bunnie’s “The Pope?”

“No, another Pope,” Woody covered me up.“Pete’s Pope.”

“He’s not my Pope”, I said. “He is my nemesis, called Pope.”

“He said magic is merely a four-letter …” said Mex

“Five,” I added, “and I don’t remember him saying that.” I had had enough even of Woody and his tender hands.

I was fed up with trying to explain when the only Android they listened to was Pope. He claimed that that lady in the box was “a mere trick of joints” which they were happy to believe, rather me, the Android who had been inches for her bits and pieces…

“She has joints that doubled up.” I said more than once. Not that anyone listen? I was invisible, I could skipped around the carvan park in a corset and no one would see me, not when that friggin Pope was there. The only attention I got was Bunny pointed out that I had got it all wrong again.

“It’s called double joints,” she said. “A term that’s all. Nothing to do with double.” Like I was an idiot and didn’t understand Earth’s ‘terms’. “It’s more of a ligament thing.” She said with a wistfuly look at Woody’s phone. “Is he coming back?”

The Nokia flashed…and they all jumped to attention with a “he’s here,” like he’s the next prophet.

“Us Androids don’t have ligaments,” he proclaimed. “Dropping into the splits is as easy for us as picking a leaf.” A stupid pointless thing to say but they hung on his word like he was seeing the future.

“I never pick,” I said. which they all ignored.

“I beg to differ.” said smart arse Pope

“And you never beg.” I said to an audience of zero, I may as well said in the loo.

“This is Pope?” H2 smiled at Bunny and Don.

And before either could answer Pope launched into a lecture about new technology and facial recognition. Like he was in the know, show-off.

But then, what do I expect, he left me for dead and acted like it was me that left him…