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(These chapters are under re-construction.../sigh.)
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The
Last Great Gasp (Chapter 1)
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Page 2 than the sensor band, and its joint connections; its entire body is constructed with a mirror reflective surface. Aside from its obvious technical construction M-1 is very tall, thin, yet human in appearance. Behind M-1 the ship closes back upon its self; eliminating the space in which its occupant had lain. Thirty-five years old, five foot nine inches tall with a willowy figure that is completely hidden under the water evaporative, ambassadorial robe and cowl, Jeremiah closes the distance between them. He offers his right hand to M-1 while looking up to its sensor band, “This is an honor sir. How shall I address you?” They shake hands firmly, once, M-1 releases. “Please call me One.” It says. Then taping its head with its left index finger it continues, “I don’t think Mike lives in here anymore.” “But I see your waste disposal unit is still attached. That must mean part of you is still human?” “I would hate to make bets on that son. I haven’t had to empty it in quite some time. I think I pissed Mike’s brains out decades ago.” M-1 chuckles lightly (its sensor band pulsing pale blue). “I’m currently considering the probability that the unit is still there because of wistful thinking.” Jeremiah, taken aback by One’s reply, fails to respond. M-1’s sensor band turns from pale blue to pale pink for only a moment. “I’m sorry son; Mike was always a bit tactless.” It then quiets its voice. “Or was that he?” One then addresses Jeremiah, “I can’t seem to remember where I picked up this base sense of humor.” It shrugs its shoulders then continues. “In any event, it seems to be part of me now.” M-1 tips its head towards Jeremiah. “What’s your name young man? I’d hate to have to keep calling you son.” |
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