No More Tourist Mode

The 'tourist mode' which had been imprinted on the foorapes by the totally un-foorapical tourist sector began to wear off at this place of purification. For the 'Erg Chebbi' is a desert, a place of contemplation, hostile to any kind of commercial thought. Survival is the main word here, and whereas a mere human might long for water, a foorape longs for the foorse ... and there is plenty of that in this place of walking dunes ... . The foorapes started to recharge their foorcells ... Behold A-man ...















Z-man ...











And of course ... S-man












There was only one explanation possible for such a profound rebirth ... the foorapes had found their place of origin at last ... the walking Dunes, the land of master SF author Frank Herbert (see 'friends of the foorapes') ... the land of Muad'dib, Sieches, Sandworms and Spice ... . With this realisation, the foorapes remembered Frank Herbert's Litany against Fear and used it against the terrors of 'tourist mode';



I must not fear

Fear is the mind killer

Fear is the little-death that brings total oblitteration

I will face my fear

I will permit it to pass over me and through me

And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see it's path

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing

Only I will remain



After speaking these holy words, the foorapes persisted and remained, they recharged their foorcells and reached a new level of consciousness ...