Would you like to read a tale even more unusual than usual, what with its being rich with rhyming and alliteration, plus being filled with wry humor? If this is true, then this unparalleled, unhinged, unEarthly adventure might be for you.
So if you are interested, prepare to find yourself in the year 2525. "In the Year 2525," by the way, is the name of an apocalyptic and surprisingly popular song back in 1969 right in the midst of the great classic rock band era (as is mentioned in the tale). Apparently young music fans were curious about the future . . . even if distantly beyond their lifespans. Well, in spite of the worrisome words in the song, human life on planet Earth has somehow managed to survive all the weird warmongering as this adventure begins.
Hard official evidence of contact with intelligent alien life has yet to be known on our planet, until soon after the opening of this story on a moonlit and serene night, when cryptic activities occur in the sky, such as loud booms, glowing spheres in a six-sided hexagonal formation in front of the Big Dipper . . . and a loud voice announcing "Hexagonza!" and "Yo!" without any further words of explanation. Whaaat? Soon, a visitation by one of the spheres down to the surface of our planet indeed takes place . . . sort of. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, no strange alien being steps out of what might be a spherical spaceship. It is just as well that no being was on board as the big sphere meets a violent end . . . apparently of its own doing. Weird.
Naturally the bizarre activities raise a great deal of attention. The odd events do not seem to have been threatening at all. Great! Are they perhaps meant to be extremely inviting for Earthlings to find an answer to their meaning. Or is tempting perhaps a better word? The events cause everyone to wonder just where in this big universe the entities responsible for all of this are from. What do they look like? Hmmm. When a person receives an invitation to attend a great, mysterious masquerade ball, one is very inclined to go. I have never heard of a masquerade ball being a deadly trap, but there is always a first time.
There are the old sayings "Curiosity killed the cat" and "No risk, no reward." So, in spite of many unknowns, the latter wins out. Another great old saying is that "Variety is the spice of life." That applies to the many bizarre events which steadily unfold in a very distant location . . . in fact ultimately distant. Yes, indeed. Whatever that means . . . whoooo. I feel that besides weirdness, humor is the frosting on life's cake. Yep. So therefore, if you do obtain the book, all you need to do is just relax, kick off your shoes, sip a nice beverage, and enjoy SIX's crazy ride, for goodness' sake.
