Space Oddity

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. If you could, we would all be in trouble. Joe became the first person to hear the voice. It lunged out at him and gave him shivers. It crawled through his lungs and called out for more. He could not get rid of this voice. Even if he tried. Gypsy did not believe that there were screams out in space. She knew that the only way to hear anything was through a speaker hooked up to an earpiece, for NASA to hear them.

A powerful earpiece at that.

In the presence of both of our travelers, they could navigate through the system and make it home by supper. A tasty treat awaited them. It was in the belly of the beast. Just the small packets of dried up space food. And it was hard to digest.

Slowly and thoroughly they were forced to reckon with the massive collapsing black hole. It suddenly changed colors on them, from blue on black. The rainbow of hues seperated the asteroids from the worm-hole. It kept them from traveling backwards.

Gypsy and Joe were meant to travel through the force fields of the universe. They managed to time the jump just in time. The collision would not take them very far. It would seperate the brawn from the brain of the operation. The voices in their heads told them to brace for the impact of a mystery ship. Their ship was bound to Nasla. They had a long way to go. It was alarmingly shallow up here, in this vast wasteland. And they could not control it.

This ship was massive. Twelve levels of practiced limitations. To carry them through the spasms of space. It took 25 years to create. The top engineers worked around the clock to finish it. They believed in creating a monumental work of art. An art that was somehow lost to the past generations.

It towered over previous versions of itself. And dwarfed in comparison to the stars that were out there. Its unique bulkhead was constructed of francium. An element so rare, it was thought to have come from the Gods. It distracted the onlookers from exploring to far into the ship. And allowed the enemy to pass through undetected and unavoided. Full of dark crevices and poignant vanities in multiple layers of dust. The conditions for flight were at a peak. Clouds would part, the wind died down, perfect. They would reach Mahala in one minute.

Duck, duck, goose was a game that they loved to play onboard. It released the boredom of space-flight. A revenue that was to be pardoned. It felt good to go from home to the distant galaxies. While the crew had to part ways from their families, it was all for the best. There was nothing left for them at home. They had better things coming for them on the flip-side.

The architecture of the craft simulated there home for a time. And it let them participate in the freedoms of their own apprenticeships. This would lead them to favoritism over the various forms of ecstasy. The engines' power left them wanting more from the ship. Joe and Gypsy loved this part of the trip. The take-off was their favorite part, the power left them ecstatic.

This would lead their families to worry over them, while they travel to other planets and meet other races along the way. Although that was the greatest part of the journey. The oddity of it all would propel them further on their voyage.