D e b r i s
Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 1:59 am
As I type this I am trying to dock with a piece of debris. The haunting cadence of the docking computer echoes in my head and the Debris floats, ever retreating, away.
It has just passed the 10 kilometre mark on my scanner.
Recently it became necessary to use an escape pod, which docked at this Debris. It seems like a nice place. I want to go there again to meet this furry humanoid - and I must stress the syllable "-oid" which is far more descriptive than any other syllable in the word. Must she, and her debris, adrift now at the 20 kilometre mark, remain forever a dream?
The docking computer is still active.
Well I soon got sick of waiting. At about 24 Km I decided that Debris was NOT aligning itself by drifting in space, turned off the DC and re-approached the spinning, pitted alloy sanctuary. I decided to scoop it.
beep beep beep "thank you for your patience an approach is being prepared for you" it announced.
But I'd heard this drivel before and wisely ignored it.
Quivering all over (excitement) I could hardly manipulate the controls. It was as though some mysterious force pressed buttons at random!
*C*R*A*S*H* ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
That is what I expected to hear.
W-H-O-O-S-H
That is what I actually heard! I had docked with the thing after all!!
I was able to buy a new escape pod here, and some other stuff, but I must wonder whether the significance of dockable Debris is in any way significant?
Significantly, after a short time in the dimly lit speakeasy (this Debris was under prohibition during my visits) everyone was auto launched or something; all there was then were Pythons and a looming SeymourClassCargoSled. Had the wretch scooped our tryst? ejecting us like the fools we were? with no regard for our compromised mating traditions? laughing "ha! ha!" and pawing through our pristine contraband?
Or was I hallucinating my way through a reality where docking with space flotsam is impossible?
..just curious.
It has just passed the 10 kilometre mark on my scanner.
Recently it became necessary to use an escape pod, which docked at this Debris. It seems like a nice place. I want to go there again to meet this furry humanoid - and I must stress the syllable "-oid" which is far more descriptive than any other syllable in the word. Must she, and her debris, adrift now at the 20 kilometre mark, remain forever a dream?
The docking computer is still active.
Well I soon got sick of waiting. At about 24 Km I decided that Debris was NOT aligning itself by drifting in space, turned off the DC and re-approached the spinning, pitted alloy sanctuary. I decided to scoop it.
beep beep beep "thank you for your patience an approach is being prepared for you" it announced.
But I'd heard this drivel before and wisely ignored it.
Quivering all over (excitement) I could hardly manipulate the controls. It was as though some mysterious force pressed buttons at random!
*C*R*A*S*H* ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
That is what I expected to hear.
W-H-O-O-S-H
That is what I actually heard! I had docked with the thing after all!!
I was able to buy a new escape pod here, and some other stuff, but I must wonder whether the significance of dockable Debris is in any way significant?
Significantly, after a short time in the dimly lit speakeasy (this Debris was under prohibition during my visits) everyone was auto launched or something; all there was then were Pythons and a looming SeymourClassCargoSled. Had the wretch scooped our tryst? ejecting us like the fools we were? with no regard for our compromised mating traditions? laughing "ha! ha!" and pawing through our pristine contraband?
Or was I hallucinating my way through a reality where docking with space flotsam is impossible?
..just curious.