The Tesseract Engine finally cuts off, bringing my Starcraft to a bobbly two percent of light speed drift and within zero point two five seven marks of XTE J1650-500, which was within two percent of my estimate way back at Waypoint Ticonderoga.
I digress.
I’m a freelancer collecting dark matter filaments I.V.O. “Friendly” Black Holes where I’m able to deploy my Pods, get the D.M.F., then tesseract out before the Anti-Grave Spoilers are too overwhelmed.
As the D.M. collection begins (it’s all automated; I’m just decoration), I’m below C Deck grilling a couple of hot dogs on the Quantum Field Manifold, which is like still totally hot from the tesseract to XTE J1650-500 and just near enough to that black hole to get the juice.
I pour a small Zero Gravity Gin and finish cooking the dogs. As I settle down to enjoy my sumptuous feast, I recall my previous gig where I wrote five-dimensional Love Sonnets for a group of appreciative patrons who knew the value of those Words.
And how I found love, once, on a cold summer day under the red glow of Tau Ceti when the Choles ran free as did her kiss and…
I toss the gin back and chomp on my dog and standby to leave this place.
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