Fridge Star's Revenge

People who laugh at the idea of a fridge star are quite foolish.  This one might have followed me from HQ1 to the West Coast.  I think it could have been an unauthorized passenger in my luggage, and also why my checked bag was fifty pounds over the limit.  The star suffered structural damage at some point, rendering it unable to operate at maximum power.  Even though I am the world's foremost expert on fridge stars, no one knows how they work and what activates them. The people who have claimed to hold that knowledge have all disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

When this gold star repairs itself, grows, or becomes transparent the whole situation may become critical.  Don't for a second think this one is inert because it is damaged.  Fridge stars that are operational at any level must always be handled with extreme care.  It is the way of the universe.  Disturbing the natural order ends with more than feelings being hurt.  Stars have fragile self-identity precepts, so anything that can be done to placate them is advisable.  In this case, I have decided that the smartest option is to give the star as much space as it wants.

This fridge star activated its teleportation power to move halfway across the room seconds after I took the first photo.  That is a natural reaction of fridge stars once they realize their position has been compromised.  Failed cloaking devices are always a pain to diagnose because you can’t tell you are no longer invisible unless you have access to a mirror.  Fridge stars implode before going super nova when placed in front of a mirror, so they are reluctant to do that.  It would have traveled all of the way across the room had it not been damaged either in transit or from repeated trampling by careless individuals who don't respect the power of a fridge star.  I also suspect that its navigational systems have been knocked off-line as a result of the damage.

This fridge star seems to be orbiting around a 3-meter radius with no clear purpose other than to taunt me while I sleep.  I have already lost the dresser, bed, and lamps to this angry fridge star.  I’m afraid the losses will continue to mount unless I can develop a defense or figure out some way to satisfy its power requirements.  I think I could convince it to teleport me back to HQ1 if we work together.  That would require making tools that wouldn’t melt upon contact with the star.  I don’t think I have time for that.

People who joke about fridge stars only do so out of ignorance.  These tiny terrors either decide to grow into gigantic nightmares, or they wreak havoc at their smaller sizes.  Once the star is spun up, the only expert advice I can give is to be somewhere else—preferably a location with lead walls and no direct power lines entering the facility.  A bunker designed to protect against fridge stars is the ideal location.

I think this is the fridge star’s natural habitat:

One day we will find a way to return all of the fridge stars to their homes in the sky.  Until we are able to resolve their transportation issues, please heed my advice to steer clear of any rogue fridge stars.  Your day will most certainly be ruined if you don’t listen to my warning.