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knightexemplarArturia had retired to the observation room after a full day of sparring in the exercise room and trying to get the food dispenser to work properly. By full day she meant what felt like a full day, because she was still finding it difficult to adjust to time here and by work properly, of course she meant for the food replicator to actually dispense something edible. Her first few attempts had won her live animals, the next two a slimy green sludge. Perhaps their kidnapping overlords wanted to keep them hungry?
Or perhaps they assumed everyone enjoyed consuming live hamsters?
Well, other people anyway. Arturia didn’t much enjoy eating rodents, as much as she enjoyed eating just about everything else. Being on the ship had actually proven the need for the “just about” in that statement. Maybe the food devise was supposed to be an all-purpose machine and it thought she had wanted a pet (which she most certainly did not)?
She stared out into the stars, quietly pondering the predicament she was in. They were apparently in ‘space,’ which consisted of the area beyond the skies of earth and stretched on forever (at least that’s the way it seemed to her). They had all been kidnapped and presumably none of them knew why they were there or how they had come to arrive on the station.
Her back was against the bench as she lay down to look at the stars outside the window. She rested her hands on her chest, clearly lost in thought. She wasn’t even sure if they were moving. All of these stars looked the same and it was always difficult to tell how much time had passed without looking at the communicator. A small frown touched her lips, what if none of them ever got home? Regardless of her thoughts on her former life, she didn’t want to die without ever seeing home again. Or at the very least; without seeing her sky again. Without lying in the grass on a sunny day.
“So much empty space, it is a wonder one doesn’t go mad traveling like this…”
Isn’t talking to one’s self the first sign of insanity?
Or perhaps they assumed everyone enjoyed consuming live hamsters?
Well, other people anyway. Arturia didn’t much enjoy eating rodents, as much as she enjoyed eating just about everything else. Being on the ship had actually proven the need for the “just about” in that statement. Maybe the food devise was supposed to be an all-purpose machine and it thought she had wanted a pet (which she most certainly did not)?
She stared out into the stars, quietly pondering the predicament she was in. They were apparently in ‘space,’ which consisted of the area beyond the skies of earth and stretched on forever (at least that’s the way it seemed to her). They had all been kidnapped and presumably none of them knew why they were there or how they had come to arrive on the station.
Her back was against the bench as she lay down to look at the stars outside the window. She rested her hands on her chest, clearly lost in thought. She wasn’t even sure if they were moving. All of these stars looked the same and it was always difficult to tell how much time had passed without looking at the communicator. A small frown touched her lips, what if none of them ever got home? Regardless of her thoughts on her former life, she didn’t want to die without ever seeing home again. Or at the very least; without seeing her sky again. Without lying in the grass on a sunny day.
“So much empty space, it is a wonder one doesn’t go mad traveling like this…”
Isn’t talking to one’s self the first sign of insanity?