Upon re-entering my spacetime continuum, for the first time after the last gravitational wave, something pulled us away from mothership VenusAstraLogica, knowing that me and my 3 comrades are “States Domed”, I make haste to get to the Vaz modular craft, before the next solar black hole burst starts, in about 12 minutes, but upon releasing the hatch wheel lock to the inner module, i hear the ever dreaded shriek of a familiar sound, as if from the distant haze of a dream, so, with a move i can only relate to muscle-memory, i curl into a ball shape awaiting my impendable doom.
Space changes a man, although, change is inevitable wherever you are, but change in space happens at a molecular level, space changes your whole fibre of being, it rips out your biological make-up at the cell level, to replace it with brand new cells that are space-freindly, ones that where generated in space, and it’s generally and wildly, not to mention widely accepted as such, and they are superior than original cells, ones born on earth, at least certainly so for their intended use, space.
Now if I can go back to telling my story, and the events of the infamous tragedy of errors “The Lost Days of VAL In 12 Minutes”
