Conscript 8173d was angry: ‘visit a new planet and learn new skills me hole, get told how to walk by a brown nosing flute in red uniform is more like it.’
Martian Colonel Parstickle was frustrated: ‘Left. Right. Up. Do you have a problem?’
‘No sir.’
‘Listen here 8173d. If there’s one thing Director Ontobonn likes, it’s formation walking, and I want to show him that I know what he likes. Walk up!’
‘Can’t sir. Earth’s gravity prevents vertical walking.’
‘But the Director will have me killed if I don’t show him 3D marching.’
‘Might be for the best sir.’
An Roinn Ultra - Irish Science Fiction 