HUMBLE SPACER 21 SEP 3306 (rubbish)
22 Sep 2020Igli
Several thousand light years away from inhabited space and many weeks of self-imposed solitude is not much of a challenge for a seasoned spacer I say. I'm as sane and coherent as the day I was kicked out of that cramped little cantina on a backwater moon for trying to sell some helpless beggar into slavery in order to buy myself another drink after I had run out of money. So they told me when I got sober. Clearly an exaggerated story, I wouldn't have done anything like that, obviously.So, far, far away from any living soul I travelled with no one to talk to but myself. Came by a small planet and decided to land, gather some metals and generally stretch my legs a bit. I cracked some rocks, found nothing but dirt and then noticed something unusual. A regular shape in a realm of chaotic stones and rubble. I drove my SRV closer.
Unbelievable! It was a torn and discarded rover tyre! Someone was here before me, walked these very rocks, watched this horizon and longed for human company as acutely as I did! I grabbed the blessed piece of unwanted rubber and pressed against my chest. A fellow traveller accidentally happedned to cross a sharp stone and popped it. Then he or she came out cursing bad luck and began to dismount the wheel. Then left the useless tyre here for a poor soul like me to find and rejoice!
Oh, I would have talked to them were they here. We would have discussed the weather in this nebula and a median temperature of neutron star jet cones. We would have become best friends. I would have gladly helped them repair the wheel! For free! Anything for a friendly company! A-a-a-arrgh!
Where is this traveller?! Is he taunting me by hiding? Intentionally driving me MAD?!! I hate him (or her)!!! I WILL FIND THEM AND DESTROY!!!
O-o-o-oh! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!11ONEONE