Locked in the capsule with Captain Bob, i’m his jump seat bitch, we nick stuff from other ships as we zip around the Big Black.
He gets pissed off sometimes and likes to swing the axe around, then i lock myself in the Transformer room until he calms down. He loves the DreamMachine he is an Oxford academic and cycles around the Oxfordshire countryside, in his Oxfords. I have watched him sometimes through the AdJunct program, keep an eye on him, he’s the only one who can interface with the ship….Bob loves it, 1930s English countryside, the DreamMachine, he loves it.
We saw SkyMaster a great golden figure as wide as the ship, genetic engineered by E-DnA mites, to be an immortal God, and float around the Cosmos. An errant asteroid had punctured his eye, the mites were repairing it, the remains of it formed a halo around his great golden face….Bob was laughing about this, and the Great Golden Master wept great golden tears….and this made Bob laugh even more….
We robbed an unmanned freighter, and Bob dressed in his Pirate costume and wanted to swing into the void between our ships, he came adrift and hung floating in the void wheeling around the Hartmann field from the engines….the parrot on his shoulder was opening and closing its beak, but there was no sound….in the vacuum. Once we eventually got to the ship. Captain Bob was pissed off..
It was full of fastenings of all descriptions, gravity bolts, shit like that. Bob started slashing at the few defunct robots milling around making pirate noises. This cheered him up, i enjoyed punching them in the face until Captain Bob told me to stop…
We sold the metal screws and bolts and nails to a group of faceless traders, Bob stayed in the control center, he usually made an entrance, grand and dandy, extolling poetry, and stories…but not today…
We fly you see, between stars, and have seen such sights, ship protects us forever, you see….we fly between stars, we take what we want, and will live forever, we forget where we end and the ship begins, in this darkness. But….we cycle Oxfordshire country lanes, between pubs where we laugh and get a little drunk and cycle to the next pub.