He hated desert planets. He absolutely detested them. He'd always find sand crammed up places he didn't want it, but for some reason he always, always ended up on them.
Vickers took a step forward and stepped into a large, circular hall. Dust intermittently fell from the domed ceiling as the ground rumbled. He wiped some dust off of his helmet's visor. He estimated the hall was about 50 meters across, but he'd always been bad at estimating distances. He mostly felt comfortable with this estimation because Jay had told him the hall would be about 50 meters across. Jay, as his ship's Virtual Intelligence, was programmed to be good at estimations. So if he was wrong, it was too late to get it right anyway.
"I got this," Samick said, his teeth clenched.
"You got this?" Merrin asked through the comm system.
"I wasn't talking to you," Samick responded, sounding annoyed. "I was just saying it in general."
"Maybe that's so, but I heard it, and the question stands. Do you 'got' this?"
"I do, now leave me to it," Samick said as he unbuckled the zero-g screwdriver.
Space walks were never fun, but being sent out here to fix damage caused by micro debris was definitely on Samick's list of least fun ways of spending time outside of the ship. Getting hit by micro debris while in subspace had been even less enjoyable, but at least the damage had seemed to be manageable.
The walls of the alley they were in were pulsating and colors flowed out of the cracks between the bricks into a cloud, no, a miasma, he corrected himself. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.
With Project Eden (part 1), the yearly Nanoprep season ends as it started -- with me not writing enough!
But this year I wrote over 25k words in 20 days. 8 of the stories I did were nearly or well over the daily minimum I'll have to write for NaNoWriMo and it went extremely smoothly compared to previous years. The longest I sat waiting for inspiration was maybe 15 minutes, whereas the longest last year was over an hour.
No frustration, just writing. It was fun. It was some of my best work so far.
It was a great success.
So now what? NaNo is in 10 days, do I just relax? Not at all!
Vickers took manual control from Jay and pointed the ship's nose at Horus' side bay door. He didn't have to do this maneuver manually, and Jay was far better at docking the ship, but sometimes he enjoyed the thrill of performing difficult maneuvers. Jay, as the ship's Virtual Intelligence, could see everywhere, feel everything, since the ship was as close to a body as he could possibly have.
But this ship was new. He'd received it as payment for a job done well enough. And Jay had had some issues coming to terms with his new body surrogate. Vickers didn't want to take any risks, so he preferred to do it himself for now.
They had had a fight. He had said things he regretted, but so had she. He didn't feel either of them was more in the wrong than the other, but he could feel something wasn't the same any more. Something felt broken.
She sat across him, not next to him. She'd left the apartment the day before and it had not been a good point to leave on, but it had been necessary. The antipathy had been escalating and the conversation had become less and less about what it started about. And what had set off the by then angry conversation hadn't even been all that important.
It was a beautiful day in the zoo, and there were a lot of people around. Good weather always brought out the families with the yearly passes, coming to see the animals they'd already seen multiple times that year. You could also very easily recognize the parents who really didn't want to be there, but found it easier to acquiesce to their children than to tell them they couldn't go to the zoo one more time.
Democracy was there with his son Blade, too. And it was Blade's first time in a zoo. And he was obviously enjoying himself greatly, running from one pen to the other.
Jerry signed the contract and sighed. He had given it his all, but sometimes dreams only come true for a short while. Coffee Snobs Unanimous hadn't really been able to run properly after Kate and Dave had left. He'd found it incredibly difficult to find good people, since most of them were being snatched up by the new Java House around the corner.
Rebecca. She had ruined everything. Again. He had said he didn't need Kate and Dave, but he'd soon realized he actually did. A lot. He found out quickly that he actually knew nothing about running a coffee house at all, and had been leaning on their combined knowledge to keep everything running smoothly.
They had told her she had a weak immune system, when she asked why she had to take the medicine. She'd been taking them for as long as she could remember, but this was the first time she questioned it. Her parents gave it to her, and she trusted them implicitly, like children do. Parents are safe. They keep you safe. They won't make you do anything that's bad for you. Ever.
But the question had been bubbling up in her mind every so often, and the rate at which it bubbled up had been increasing significantly lately.
A weak immune system. And the medicine kept the bad away, so she would be healthy and able to play and it was all good. She trusted them and the question ebbed away again. For a while.
Loss is difficult. Not just losing a sock, or a game, but more specifically someone passing away. I remember the first time it happened to me in vague shreds of almost unconnected memories. I was 8 when my grandmother from my dad's side passed away. I was young and distracted by anything shiny, and didn't fully realize what it meant.
We wouldn't go visit her anymore. I had never done that very often anyway, as far as I recall, but I do have 4, maybe 5 specific memories of visiting her. I'm told I was at the service, but all I remember is being told that she had died at school, and then I got to leave early. I wasn't sad, just confused. My 8-year old brain couldn't comprehend what exactly had happened.