posted this for a forum thread on scifi writing
Presented to you 16:5 wide screen double dream electro technicolor; greeting from the colonies to the colonies. The relay is still broken, we suspect, becasue we are still getting back the transmissions we sent out last month. Moe the hoe and Linda Malinda are down south on the breaker box working on getting the washer back up. We have life support, sim sex and synth foodies but all the laundry is crusty and musty. No general purpose basin here. All the comforts of home, my ass. I dont even get a yard or a dog to piss on it. The money is good though, I love station, I love science.
A wrench grazes my eyebrow. Forty meters over the bright glowing core orb. A fleck, magna-stuck to the coolant tank wall. I am so tired and my balls itch. The air in here is full of dry ozone, smells of hydraulic fluid and heat. I move my bare arm, my sweat is slicking up the white painted metal. I grab the spanner and stick it back to my belt. Push up the wall like Im crawling, ever careful not to disengage the magnet, Im no spider. I make for the valve at the base, Ill meet Linda and well shut off the main together. I am sorry Stan but you'd never understand what we saw and why this station must not... continue.
Moe is spidering up from the base of the tank, we argue so much about which end is down and which is up. We argue a lot... How can I tell him? how can I tell him Ive changed my mind. We need not die out here, our transmission have been bouncing. Bouncing since the failure of the relay, but I couldnt tell him that either, its my fault, I set up the relay, I got the math wrong. We don't need to die, becasue no one needs to know. If I can only tell him, stand up to him and tell him the truth.
A wrench grazes my eyebrow. Forty meters over the bright glowing core orb. A fleck, magna-stuck to the coolant tank wall. I am so tired and my balls itch. The air in here is full of dry ozone, smells of hydraulic fluid and heat. I move my bare arm, my sweat is slicking up the white painted metal. I grab the spanner and stick it back to my belt. Push up the wall like Im crawling, ever careful not to disengage the magnet, Im no spider. I make for the valve at the base, Ill meet Linda and well shut off the main together. I am sorry Stan but you'd never understand what we saw and why this station must not... continue.
Moe is spidering up from the base of the tank, we argue so much about which end is down and which is up. We argue a lot... How can I tell him? how can I tell him Ive changed my mind. We need not die out here, our transmission have been bouncing. Bouncing since the failure of the relay, but I couldnt tell him that either, its my fault, I set up the relay, I got the math wrong. We don't need to die, becasue no one needs to know. If I can only tell him, stand up to him and tell him the truth.