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chapter siz
a carton of mystery
and a potatoe cannon
punching his gps yjeffery cursed again as once again the computer told him the planet was not there.
concluding "mr assteroid lover" had either exagerated profoundly or selfishly wished to keep
his found planet to his perverse pleasures and noone elses.
no sooner had he begun programing the ship to leave when a
computerised signal came in from an "escape pod" closing on his location. requesting releif and physical aid.
an hour later yjeffery had positioned the ship thus allowing the escape pod to drift directly into the only working airlock. the upper hatch shuddered as its locking wheel and gears turned, tinny unoiled motors and aircraft cables puled and wound tighter and tighter pulling open the round entry hatch. the foren container registered as an escape pod was safely inside, the hatch closed and scealed recompression began and the air lock opened with a mechanical whirling and groaning.
several clicks echoed along the hull and a ssssshhh as mecanised air was released from between magnetic seals.
down the coridor i rivet shouted out "PING" and flew accross the room.... sorry ZOYA whispered. in english. but yjeffery was too distracted to notice, a fact that zoya did not miss.
with the anti grav turned off captain yjeffery helped the container down through the hatch.
sand brushed off where he touched the container and floated about, inhaling some when he cleared his throat
some other sand went in his eyes. "ZOYA!" he hollered hacking and blinking "turn the gravity on!"
with that Zoya activated the gravity responded in rusian a angry responce yjeffery could not understand and blinked back off.
everything quickly fell to the metal grid floor of the bridge. his cans of beer, magazines, crumbs and chips that had apeared
from and dissapeared back into crevases folds and gaps all over the ship.
yeffery fell to the floor as well. The container ontop of him. dispite its sizeable weight he was not crushed and was more puzled
that, for a escape pod, it seemed mostly hollow and could not contain more than a couple of survivors, if indeed it contained any.
the perforated scealed container sported a dozzen tinny humps along what was only dicernable as the top by a large black arrow and
the word "up" printed inseveral planetary languages. below which "contents preacious and maliable" was boldly printed.
try as he might he could not open the sealed container or get Zoya to respond. eventually tossing asside the russian frase book.
a digital counter of sorts was imprited on the end and above that a partly peeled sticker with some numbers.
any relitive meaning was lost on the extremely annoyed tired sore and dissapointed captain.
of anythinghe had brought aboard this was the strangest.
yet to him it registered as nothing more than a story to tell over drinks. the pre programed three day retourn trip was underway.
on the vid screen was an active broadcast of "survivor planet". a pitted obese naked potatoe man was being voted off. they had constructed
a mr potatoe cannon, loaded him and he was shot off the planet. yjefferys attention on the show, his cold beer resting on his pile of
unopened space cadette texts. with a tialthe captain turned up the vid screen and dug in for the night.
oblivious that behind him the counter flashed away growing closer to the expiry date printed on the sticker above it.
