Low Meridian 06: DirectionsAi's hair ran like little rivulets of blood above and behind her head and covered her long ears. Her self-fashioned clothes liquidly resembled baggy pants reaching down past her knees and a more traditionalist top covering most of her lithe frame. She maintained the child-form after the supper meeting as she returned to her post at the helm of the Mercury.The cockpit of the Zalreich startrains is a tangible demonstration of their minimalist efficiency. The small room at the very bow of the vessel contains two pods, one for a telemetrist to monitor the various sensors covering the entirety of the ship, and one for a helmsman to synchronize c
Pedestrian 06: Gross TurnsDry sunlight sears my eyes slightly, and I wear my sunglasses at the first step outside. The morning, awfully crisp and hot, does not agree with my dark clothing. I foresee myself in a cold air-conditioned room later and heave a sigh. I walk out to the street and hail a jeep, and one thought springs to mind.Where is that girl? That woman, rather. I think of her as a woman, mature and wise in the ways of the world. I smell her adult aroma mix with a perfume I do not recognize, and then realize that she is not in the jeep. As a matter of fact, I am alone in the vehicle save the driver. I remove my sunglasses and put them hanging on my shirt's
LowMeridian 05: Whimsical Crux"Mercury," Rolich started. "I found her quite a distance away from Future near the Wall of Wolves, I must say. Good thing it landed within city limits, huh? So I fixed 'er up, with a lott'uv help from Rake over here after we met at that junk shop." Rake, static beside the stout Rolich at one end of the oval table, gave out an acknowledging aqueous groan. As Ofal had observed, its voice sounded like it comes from a sewer pipe filled with water."Mister Rolich, took care, of me," it added."Yah, and these machines take care of me too." Rolich came out as paternal to the Mercury and RAQL18.Erist was seated – Prika in hand – to Rolich's left,
Pedestrian 05: Ants In TheOut of the fryer and into the proverbial fire – that's what my exit from my house today is. The day is young and hot, and I immediately flag down a jeep in hopes of shelter from the burning star above. I get on.There she is! The girl with black, Chinese eyes and brown hair, which, at present, is currently tied up in a bow above her perfectly shaped head. She is sitting at the far end of the jeep, behind the driver. She's wearing a blue jeans, black sneakers, and a green top held by loose spaghetti straps. Intriguing.The town passes by and it does not impress me. "Nothing! Nothing to see," it shouts. "I am not burning! Do not look upon my
Low Meridian 04: AwarenessMercury forged on through Mandalyon airspace thunderously. Inside, a hush tenor filled the spaces instead.Staring at the cage – the metal canopy, precisely – he was fortuitously enclosed in was the only activity Ofal had engaged in since he entered quarters. He tried to sleep and reminisce, but the fantasies nor the siesta would not humor him. Instead, a voice in his head started talking."'E're young again, ainnit? The final dirge seems so far away."Pandering to the call, Ofal replies. "Yea', it does feel ex'ilaratin'. The lute! I 'ave it back, ye know.""Course I do. An' it feels slick as the first time, too.""New beginnings, me fri
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