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Planet Havana II
Jan. 14th, 2024 11:52 pm[NOTE]: As there’s a Treasure Planet space pirate reality out there, I’m still shocked to the scarcity of this theme in AUs. It should be growing like weeds and up for me to smoke like kings and kweens, instead I’m plowing here like a peasant…
II
Space.
The unoccupied continuity between stars and systems, novas and nebulas, the eternal ocean of still and silence, nausea and numbness. Except the navigation across the ocean is two-dimensional, not so different from a swarm of ants scurrying across a spread-out map, or like a jar of ants tossed into the pond when it comes to deep-dive. Space travel is an orchestrated art, a highly sophisticated method of calculation. No ants could shrink the expanse and rematerialize at the other end of the Milky Way.
Well, unless they play the stowaway on a Class-30 Chaser.
They hold onto the food storage and survive the out space, and honestly, thrive on building up their own little colonies up here. Edward opens the cabinet, his eyes fixed on the fleeing black dots. Taking a deep breath, he makes an inner note to bring about the cleaning rotation, properly and sternly this time. With a resolute slam, he shuts the door.
He manages to find a few foiled foods in the freezer. Dried tempeh and mushroom mix. The accompanying coconut dressing is missing from the package, but he almost doesn’t notice the earthy taste of the reheated, moist proteins. He chews, perfunctorily. He gazes, unfocused but on the vast nothingness outside of the porthole.
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II
Space.
The unoccupied continuity between stars and systems, novas and nebulas, the eternal ocean of still and silence, nausea and numbness. Except the navigation across the ocean is two-dimensional, not so different from a swarm of ants scurrying across a spread-out map, or like a jar of ants tossed into the pond when it comes to deep-dive. Space travel is an orchestrated art, a highly sophisticated method of calculation. No ants could shrink the expanse and rematerialize at the other end of the Milky Way.
Well, unless they play the stowaway on a Class-30 Chaser.
They hold onto the food storage and survive the out space, and honestly, thrive on building up their own little colonies up here. Edward opens the cabinet, his eyes fixed on the fleeing black dots. Taking a deep breath, he makes an inner note to bring about the cleaning rotation, properly and sternly this time. With a resolute slam, he shuts the door.
He manages to find a few foiled foods in the freezer. Dried tempeh and mushroom mix. The accompanying coconut dressing is missing from the package, but he almost doesn’t notice the earthy taste of the reheated, moist proteins. He chews, perfunctorily. He gazes, unfocused but on the vast nothingness outside of the porthole.
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