I Forgot These Need Titles
Why is there an Elephant Riding A Motorcycle?
Breathe
The Great Write Hope
Shifting Gears
I might be a Mary Sue...
Appetisers
It always felt like a jolt; an imagined fall, and never just like waking. The fluorescent glare could have as easily been a blazing sun as Joshua opened his eyes, echoing starlight speckles as he closed them tight. He pressed a fist against his forehead and winced.
".." he said, trying to speak though the words didn't catch. Clearing his throat, he tried again.
"Sage, status. How's the ship holding up?"
"The Essentir's manifolds a-" replied a hollow voice, though was cut off by Joshua.
"Short version."
"Optimally, Master Keene."
"So why am I awake?"
"We are nearing our destination."
"Already?" asked Joshua, the syllables coming through a yawn.
"See for yourself."
He rolled his body to the side, and squinted his eyes open. Greys, light and shadow, and not much else.
"Okay. Give me a minute. We got a minute at least?"
"We have."
Stars. Even though the ship was blazing through space, Joshua could only see stars; a spatter of dots set against the black of space. If it wasn't for the hum of the Essentir, he wouldn't have thought it was moving.
"I thought you said we were close. There's only... that."
"Do you really want the statistics, Master Keene?"
Joshua winced. He'd made that mistake before, having once said yes to Sage's question, though he'd since lost the naivety that made you take up an Artificial Intelligence on an offer of statistics.
"No, no... it's fine"
Sage sounded disappointed. "Very well. Anyhow, despite what your perceptions may be telling you, we are now within the gravitational pull of LX-126."
Joshua floated upward from the stasis chamber, hand pulling himself along a railing that ran toward the Essentir's fore. Muscle atrophy would have made it a difficult task under normal conditions, but weightlessness had advantages. He guided himself down into a chair next to the command console, and strapped himself in. He tapped commands into the console before him, though his eyes stayed focused on the viewscreen as his fingers moved, scrolling through information. A portion of it had turned opaque, showing a schematic of the ship, and diagnostics for the core systems within. He tapped another command, and the image changed to show a starchart with additional pieces of data. His lips mouthed the words as he read them... Speed, date, location.
"Really Sage, since when does seventeen hours count as almost? You could've kept me frosty for half a day more."
"Standard navigation procedures dictate that based on the completion percentage of the journey, all personnel should be brought out of stasis and refamiliarise themselves with the rest of the crew to ensure a cohesive team."
"Team, Sage. I think you could have waited. I can understand one or two hours. Even eight I could have probably dealt with, but seventeen?"
"There's no 'I' in team, Joshua."
"I am the team. And the team's going to bed."
"I can quote the exact regulations if you insist, as well as the supporting records that led to the installment of it. I can share this extensive catalogue of data if you wish."
Joshua shook his head, and leaned back in the chair. He closed his eyes, and lifted his feet on top of the console.
"Go right on. It ought to help me get to sleep."
"Really, Master Keene. I appreciate your desire for further rest, but idleness, now?"
He waved his hand aisde, then moved it to catch an escaping yawn. As Joshua started to shift from his waking state, he felt a jolt - a falling sensation. Then he felt a feet smashing against the console sensation, which reverted to the first feeling as he fell from the chair, and to the ground. He groaned.
"Really, Sage? Gravity?"
"Gravity, Master Keene."
Joshua picked himself up from the floor, a hand grasping the chair for support. His muscle atrophy was only slight, stasis having kept his body at the same level of fitness that he'd gone in with. Overbearing tiredness, coupled with an overbearing Intelligence, meant that adjusting was an adjustment. He sat down in the chair, fastened the seat belt, and put his feet back up on the console.
"I'm fixed on having this nap. What could it hurt?"
The console that Joshua was resting his foot on emitted a beep, then he felt a zap of electricity coursing up his leg. He tried to jump out of his seat, but the seatbelt meant he flailed instead. He pointed up at the screen.
"Not cool, Sage. I've warned you about shocks. You know I can get better pilot units, so just try me. The ApraNav Mark V is meant to work a treat. An absolute treat."
"I wouldn't recommend it. The Mark V is considered to be extremely anti-social."
"Compared to homicidal tendencies, I'd be inclined to take my chances."
"I'll concede then, Master Keene, and allow you to rest. Promise not to kill you."
It was almost four years he'd spent on the Essentir, though he'd gone in and out of stasis so frequently over that time, that it felt like he'd spent weeks wandering the ship. He was lucky; fortunate even for the help and the companionship that Sage provided. There were times when it overwhelmed him. The nature of his journey was hard enough, though stasis meant it didn't seem like the almost-four years that it was.
Every time he went to the pods felt like a mere blink. His body was rejuvenated, but his mind was exhausted. He didn't know how long it had been since the last time he slept, either in real time or waking time, but it felt like a week, interspersed by dozens of blinks that spanned countless months. He needed sleep - real sleep.
Joshua glared at the screen for a moment, then his eyes flickered shut. "Better not", he mumbled before he drifted off.
So that's what I write like. At least once I edit, though the off-the-cuff stuff is still surprisingly readable. While I do want to finish this oh so badly (but would ideally like it to take not one little bit of effort). Just glancing at it, I know it's not quite the 'final' quality I'm hoping to achieve, but it's still got something. Actually, I don't care if nobody else likes it, cause it entertains me!
All Stations? Really??
Guild Wars!
Sobriety, tact, and... no, I'm not buying it either
I got sick.
Yeah, amazing story right? It pretty much killed the creative part of my brain for that whole period of ohgodkillmenow, where I successively had a blocked nose, bleeding nose, runny nose, blocked ear, runny... ear??, dry cough, wet cough, internal-bruising cough, smokers cough (and I don't smoke), headaches, chest pains, arm pain, sore throat, dehydration, itches, scratches, boredom, and pity. In hindsight, I should've seen a doctor.
Well, it's not the extent of EVERYTHING but a huge piece of it. I actually went a week without using my lappy. I also gave up coffee at around the same time, so it's plausible my body said "You can't do this to me-RAWR I MAEK U SICK!!" I think it's forgiven me now.
It went on way longer than it should've, and it's only this week that i've really gotten past it.
I've still been living life- you know, going to work, paying bills, sleeping. Cause I'm a good boy.
^_^
So Friday night I got totally drunk and had an awesome night, unexpectedly. When I finally returned to sober, inhibited thought, I found that I had brought back a little of dream-me/drunk-me. Earlier this week I'd started writing again, something new. I said that just having all the pieces and knowing what the end result should be isn't enough to make the puzzle for you- and it was about how deep down I'm pretty shy, but deeper down I'm not. Deeper again I'm a time-travelling dinosaur named Freckles, but that's another story.
So through getting that drunk, I learned some things about myself. I can be cocky/forward. I still won't succumb to peer pressure on something like smoking. If I'm going all out here, I'd even say while I'm happy with who I am, and I feel like I don't need to be in a relationship to be happy, I'd still like it to happen. If that means I have to keep having my own 'Pineapple Incident' time and again until I can be all the me I'm meant to, where I say stupid things to girls, then so be it. I mean, I'm saying stupid things to everybody else, may as well be consistent.
My Two (Per)cents Worth
It's All About The Monies
In the quick closing then reopening of an eye...
The positive thing is that I'm clearly having an effect on the people around me with this. I look around and see lots of others trying to stay awake, but obviously taking a cue from example as when they close their eyes, they reopen them a moment later. It's almost imperceiveable, but they're doing it. No, they're not winking- winking's only ONE eye, you idiot. I hope it catches on.
I'm still of the opinion I need a personal train, or at least carriage. I try to pick places as far away from people as I can, and without fail, they always come to me. Packed or empty, they know what they want, and they want me. Well BACK OFF! If I wanted strange people touching me, well... I'M strange. I'd be doing something more enjoyable.
Bizarrely, I'm also a touchy-feely person- No, it's not a continuation of the between the lines of the previous sentence. I just feel disturbed when somebody's in my personal space when I don't want them to be. It's the weird tap on the back thing that bugs me most. And I'm not alone in this- a quick survey showed nobody likes when you walk up to people and start touching them.
Maybe it'll grow on me...
Nup II
That's what time is like.
Plus every time you scratch, there is magical new scratchy place on neck or hand or.. Wait, DOIHAVEFLEAS?!?
I guess it's like they say- if you lie down with the dogs, you get arrested.
My fantabulirrifical day continued as expected. I'll concede that one mightn't be a word, but why the hell not? If that's not a word, why does horrificalible get to-- oh, that's not either? Not exactly FREE speech if you can't make up words.
Today definitely got to me. I partly blame my dream girl, aka unnamed girl of fictions I met while asleep last night. It's like when you those freaks watched Avatar and cried because the fictional planet of beauty where everything tries to kill you wasn't real. Seeing as I live in Australia, I need not long for any additional death traps cause we have deadly females, and other animals, whereas Pandora just had made-up-ness. I don't get the "I wish I lived somewhere more likely to kill me" as a result, but MAYBE I just take that side of my country for granted.
Or maybe I'm not fricking crazy.
Haha. Ok, so I take it for granted. So I wake up thinking THAT.WAS.AWESOME. Yes it is very sad that my dreams are about communication and kisses and loviness and daffodils and zombie cults and rainbows. But not real. I used to be so used to that, that the day after a really good day, I'd wake, wondering if it wasn't even real. And it was!! So this just made me want to sleep more instead of facing that annoying itch of life, since I was running out of time to scratch away.