Lazing in the comfiest
chair on the ship, savouring vintage scotch and watching the stars go
by. The only reasons I hadn't packed it all in years ago.
That and the fact that if I did I might be missing something.
"Ki?"
"Yes?"
"When are we switching on the drive?"
"In about three seconds"
"What the...Why didn't you ...."
That and the fact that if I did I might be missing something.
"Ki?"
"Yes?"
"When are we switching on the drive?"
"In about three seconds"
"What the...Why didn't you ...."
Then everything went weird
and I began decomposing. I became 'convinced' and I regenerated
sitting in a pool of my lunch.
The Psyche Drive, the most
disturbing way to travel between the stars in days rather than
decades. Thankfully it was abandoned when we reached the neighbouring
galaxy and the race there gave us the hyperdrive as they said we were
giving them a headache. They moan about it from time to time which
means there's still a ship out there with the old style drive. I like
to think that it’s Ki; that the old buckets still going.
Anyway I picked myself up
from out of my lunch and asked
"How long?"
"Two minutes"
"How long?"
"Two minutes"
In that time I got as far
away from the drive as I could. This body had been grown, I didn't
fancy the idea of it disappearing on me. I counted down, it felt like
I flickered and then reappeared.
"Next time I'd like a
little more warning"
"Why, you only get edgy"
"Bullshit, you just like getting me mad"
"Well" drawn out and kind of sheepish.
"Why, you only get edgy"
"Bullshit, you just like getting me mad"
"Well" drawn out and kind of sheepish.
I poured myself out another
drink and looked at the new configurations.
1 comment:
I read your book Ten Minus Ten. When will you publish the next part of this story?
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