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badgernet_multiversal2021-08-24 04:44 pm
boldlydanforth) wrote in badgernet_multiversal2021-08-24 04:44 pm
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An Accident In Space | Video, via drone (CW: Existential damage, kidnapping/abduction)
"This," Michael says, in a classic EVA suit, panning the drone around a black expanse, with a station under him, "Is the world's first space port. It's not a secret. You can't really keep something this big in geosynchronous orbit a secret. As for what I'm doing up here, they gave me clearance to be a welder a few days ago, so I'm aiding in construction after a brief crash course in EVA."
Behind him, as he starts working, another light appears on the orbital horizon, briefly, before flickering out. "It's something that requires a lot of visual acuity and hand-eye coordination, because the arc doesn't make as much of a sound, as you can probably tell. But I love being a part of this. I want to be part of the first humans to really go faster than light--"
There is a sudden blur.
Michael is gone.
The drone follows the motion and attempts to accelerate to catch up with the strange pod which now has Michael flattened through its front, collapsed on to a pilot who is obviously not of this world.
The pod grows arms, and catches the drone, and Michael, and the feed cuts off.
The feed cuts back on with someone new? A woman, about 5'9", in a body suit and an iridescent skirt, with green hair with brown fringes. The eyes are of a light green and in perfect focus. The body suit is tight to, and thick enough to stand as protection in a pressure escape situation. "Uh-- Hey everyone. So-- you probably saw the accident. Turns out, extraterrestrial intelligent life, is a thing??? Although I guess that-- that was probably inevitable. We've looked through so little of the sky and we thought we could just, find gravitic engines, I guess. The pilot's fine. Uh-- apparently they hit some space junk and careened, and at that high a speed, well, if it's fast enough to be interesting, it's fast enough to be dangerous. But uh-- their doctors say-- after a brief translation through Badgernet's speech-to-text-- that most of my body got liquefied, and uh-- this is what they did to help."
"I, I'm gonna talk with them about constructing something similar to my original body, once I'm not tripping over myself in this one. I don't know exactly what the issue is, but that's my second priority after physical therapy so I'm sure I haven't lost any motor control. That'd be a death knell for sure, I barely made it with my vision requirements--"
Michael pauses. "Vision... requirements. Oh fuck, how am I going to prove I'm me once I'm back? Uh-- advice, please? Too?"
Behind him, as he starts working, another light appears on the orbital horizon, briefly, before flickering out. "It's something that requires a lot of visual acuity and hand-eye coordination, because the arc doesn't make as much of a sound, as you can probably tell. But I love being a part of this. I want to be part of the first humans to really go faster than light--"
There is a sudden blur.
Michael is gone.
The drone follows the motion and attempts to accelerate to catch up with the strange pod which now has Michael flattened through its front, collapsed on to a pilot who is obviously not of this world.
The pod grows arms, and catches the drone, and Michael, and the feed cuts off.
The feed cuts back on with someone new? A woman, about 5'9", in a body suit and an iridescent skirt, with green hair with brown fringes. The eyes are of a light green and in perfect focus. The body suit is tight to, and thick enough to stand as protection in a pressure escape situation. "Uh-- Hey everyone. So-- you probably saw the accident. Turns out, extraterrestrial intelligent life, is a thing??? Although I guess that-- that was probably inevitable. We've looked through so little of the sky and we thought we could just, find gravitic engines, I guess. The pilot's fine. Uh-- apparently they hit some space junk and careened, and at that high a speed, well, if it's fast enough to be interesting, it's fast enough to be dangerous. But uh-- their doctors say-- after a brief translation through Badgernet's speech-to-text-- that most of my body got liquefied, and uh-- this is what they did to help."
"I, I'm gonna talk with them about constructing something similar to my original body, once I'm not tripping over myself in this one. I don't know exactly what the issue is, but that's my second priority after physical therapy so I'm sure I haven't lost any motor control. That'd be a death knell for sure, I barely made it with my vision requirements--"
Michael pauses. "Vision... requirements. Oh fuck, how am I going to prove I'm me once I'm back? Uh-- advice, please? Too?"
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Wonder if they still have joining...
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But think of the work experience! 8V
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... Hm.
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[Given she's also affected by the space AU virus.]
What are you thinking?