Thursday, May 12, 2016

Thursday Taster 95: Parallel Slip

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I took a sit on the side and Alex sat next to me. I liked being on the side as it let me not only see the teacher but also most of the people around. I don't know if it was because fainting was making me temporarily vulnerable but I liked to be in corners where I could see everything coming.
The amphitheater soon grew quiet and the teacher appeared at the bottom. He was wearing a dark suit which seemed a bit out of place until he took out his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. He was younger than I ever expected a university professor to be. In my fantasy, this place was filled up with people with white hair but he had dark black hair, still he was wearing round glasses like any professor should. He started to introduce himself and said that he was pleased that so maybe people had decided to try on his specialty for their third year but that it was a very competitive field and that we would have to work hard to make it through the year. Then he walked to the blackboard and the last thing I saw was a drawing of a neuron and accompanying synapse.

"Captain, are you alright?"
Did he always have to call me captain? Alex was in front of me, no, not Alex, Alex was in the neurobiology class that I was missing, this was lieutenant Fin, my lieutenant Fin and as I blinked three times to make sure I totally left the amphitheater, I couldn't repress a smile.
"I'm thinking Lieutenant Fin, I'm thinking..."
We were in the main room, I was sitting on my command sit and the conceal members and Tucker were on theirs and Lieutenant Fin was standing in front of us. I had a huge sense of deja-vu, it was just like the first time I came here. Was I supposed once again to let Lieutenant Fin in charge, and why couldn't Michelle do it herself. She knew everything I knew about this world and more. I wondered if there was a way to talk to her, to interact with her.
"What is there to think about?" Tucker said. "The protocol said not to use the black hole for propulsion, so we just don't."
I looked at the conceal members, there was nothing on their face, not the slightest clue of what they were expecting from me. They had said to follow the protocol, was this a trap? What would be the consequences if I didn't? Couldn't Michelle take a single decision for herself? Whatever the Pithy said, I had no idea why I had come here right now, except to solve Michelle's problems.
"There is not enough fuel to get us to Antares," Lieutenant Fin said shacking his head.
Antares, the giant red, 550 light-years from everything I knew, did I want to go there? Hell, yes.
"That's why we should follow protocol and go home to refuel," Tucker said.
He was determined to go home. I knew that already. I stood up and walked to the girl. The mission was important for lieutenant Fin, he was ready to break every rules.

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1 comment:

  1. What an awkward position to find yourself in. I'd be totally disoriented every time.