the smuggler’s bible

Neon Larry

Earth spins blue and silent above the horizon, shining like a simile that has been polished with oil and a soft cloth. Neon Larry is sitting on the rim of a crater, drawing a symbol in the moon dust.

“Is this one good, do you think?”

“Maybe. What’s it supposed to mean?”

Neon Larry executes a twisting motion with his primary manipulator and flashes a pattern of colored lights, the combination of which can be interpreted as something like a shrug. But for robots.

“Moon glyphs are crazy, man,” Clawbertron says, staring up at the planet. “I mean really wild.”