That Other Planet—Probing is the PTU's "great misunderstanding" (so they say)

That Other Planet oozes smug—aliens too sharp for their own good tried enlightening the PTU and got burned, leaving a sulky sprawl of brilliance across Curie’s grind. Cities tweak themselves—streets shift like liquid, walls hum to your mood, small talk fries your brain and fades fast—a slick thrill begging you to lose your grip. Probing’s their “cultural mix-up” they’re over—others aren’t, and the air’s thick with quiet swagger, a dare hooking you ‘til it stings deep with their flex ‘til you’re dazed or wise.

Play with That Other Planet’s The Galax-O-Matic, a kid’s toy spawning real chaos—galaxies flare, a rush worth the tax ‘til you’re hooked. Crash Probe Events, surreal bashes bending time—Earth’s next, a warp begging you to lose your mind. Tune into The Grandest Talk Show in the Universe, spilling truths and gaffes—a mind-bend hooking ‘til you’re fried or sharp. It’s a superior dare daring you to match their smirk ‘til you crack.

The Friendly Robot Travel Agency bets you’ll chase their edge—bring Wishbones, ‘cause TFRTA’s shuttles land where aliens sneer, a PTU thrill hooking you ‘til you’re wise or lost.

Rick’s Review: “That Other Planet’s smug as hell—Curie’s grind churned out brainiacs who’d rather flex than fix, and I’m still mad I liked it. Watched a street shift mid-step, grinning like a fool." 4 TEE-HEES—smart flops hit hard when they smirk.