I Like Him_Status: Illegal_hike_Oceanus Procellarum
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I Like Him
Adria opened her eyes slowly. The awakening was never pleasant as the cryogenics wore off. It left people with a feeling of unease and nausea. It was best to lie still and get your bearings before trying to sit up. She had learned this the hard way the first time she woke up. It took the droid a few minutes to clean up that mess and she needed a new uniform.She struggled to remember how long she had been in cryogenic sleep this time. This was her fourth sleep since embarking on humanity’s greatest ever migration. In the early 2000s forward thinking people started building the largest space far...
Status: Illegal
My left eye glitched out, again, somewhere around 17th Street. It took a couple sharp raps to my temple to get the sight back on that side, but my night vision was down. Not like that was going to stop me.The glitch wasn’t a new problem, or even the only one, but I hadn’t had the time or money to update any of my gear. My only real chance for either was now safely ensconced in the lining of my ratty old windbreaker. Two more hours, maybe three, tops.I was glad for the soft-soled shoes I’d picked up the previous day. Expensive, but absolutely essential if I was to keep running, and keep silent ...
hike
I was on top of a hiking trail when the world ended.It was ending, but dammit, why did it end so beautifully?Because it was, you know, beautiful. The asteroid, The FamousAsteroid from Channel 7, talked and tweeted and posted about, was finally hitting and there was nothing we could do about, and maybe that's why, standing there with my foot propped up on a dusty rock, my water bottle dangling between my index and middle finger, mouth gaping, sweaty in my workout-gear, watching the world end, it was so, so beautiful.The colors, for one.The asteroid skidded across the sky, scorching everything i...
Oceanus Procellarum
Why do they tell us? Why give us time?I’m sure you remember me wailing this three hundred and sixty-three days ago. I know you remember me wailing these questions long into the night. You had an answer. They should steal you from your bed on the day? People in masks with a bag for www.onedoor.ccyour head? I told you then—how many times have I told you since?—that I wouldn’t say no to a bag, a blindfold, a cigarette. The classics, I snapped, no longer wailing, on the outside, at least. You fixed me with that look—I know you know the one—to see what was happening on the inside. I couldn’t say what you saw. Yo...