Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster,
the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to
give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.
We start right where we left off last week.
"I have several reasons for that," I said. "First someone desperately want us not to go to Antares. Second, if we don't do our best on this mission, if we don't do our best at all and just follow the easy path, we will never make any progresses."
"But sometimes, following the easiest path is the most difficult thing to do," the patient man answered.
"I have to agree with that," I said.
"But you still want to go to Antares," the patient man answered.
"There is nothing difficult in going home, if I have to admit failure, so be it but first I have to fight to make things right," I said.
The man stood up and so did the other council members.
"We'll leave it up to you for this time captain," he said.
Tucker was throwing me heinous looks and I wonder what in the sky made him hate me so much and why he wanted to go home so badly.
"Do it as soon as it's safe," I told the girls.
"Yes captain," they answered.
They didn't smile at the victory, nor did I, I was thinking about the 5.64%, I was thinking that maybe I was making a mistake trusting them, trusting Fin.
"Why do you always come up with ideas to break protocol," I said finally turning my attention to him.
"Because that's what I was made for," he answered.
"And the synapse allow the information to pass into your brain," the professor was saying.
"Are you back?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, how long was I gone," I said.
"About five or six minutes," Alex said.
I took my notebook, opened it and wrote down the time. Then I recorded the adventure of the day and my worries about the black hole propulsion. Alex didn't ask more questions. He didn't seem to be attracted too much by the lecture. I took notes to stay concentrated. It was basic, the third years students were new at neurobiology, it was nothing I never read before. When I was at the hospital for longer than just a scan, I used to read my doctor's book, not because I was really interested when I was little, but more because I had nothing else to do and nobody ever bothered to give me a children book or something more appropriate to read. I wondered why my mother always seemed so surprised for me to be interested in physics and science when she was the one who involuntarily got me surrounded by it for as long as I could remember. "So did you learn anything interesting," Alex said as the class finished.
"Nothing I didn't already knew," I answered.
"How many books did you read about the topic?" He asked.
"More than I can remember, since I could read actually," I said.
"You mean you learned to read with neurobooks," he said.
"Not really but I had a lot of them around, you learn what is in your environment, most likely," I said.
"I've got to remember that one," he said.
He was looking at my notebook, not the one with the neurobiology class in it, the one about my parallel universe travel and it suddenly made me feel uncomfortable. What did lieutenant Fin meant by "that's what I was made for," and when would I be able to ask the girls was Alpha actually meant?
"I have several reasons for that," I said. "First someone desperately want us not to go to Antares. Second, if we don't do our best on this mission, if we don't do our best at all and just follow the easy path, we will never make any progresses."
"But sometimes, following the easiest path is the most difficult thing to do," the patient man answered.
"I have to agree with that," I said.
"But you still want to go to Antares," the patient man answered.
"There is nothing difficult in going home, if I have to admit failure, so be it but first I have to fight to make things right," I said.
The man stood up and so did the other council members.
"We'll leave it up to you for this time captain," he said.
Tucker was throwing me heinous looks and I wonder what in the sky made him hate me so much and why he wanted to go home so badly.
"Do it as soon as it's safe," I told the girls.
"Yes captain," they answered.
They didn't smile at the victory, nor did I, I was thinking about the 5.64%, I was thinking that maybe I was making a mistake trusting them, trusting Fin.
"Why do you always come up with ideas to break protocol," I said finally turning my attention to him.
"Because that's what I was made for," he answered.
"And the synapse allow the information to pass into your brain," the professor was saying.
"Are you back?" Alex asked.
"Yeah, how long was I gone," I said.
"About five or six minutes," Alex said.
I took my notebook, opened it and wrote down the time. Then I recorded the adventure of the day and my worries about the black hole propulsion. Alex didn't ask more questions. He didn't seem to be attracted too much by the lecture. I took notes to stay concentrated. It was basic, the third years students were new at neurobiology, it was nothing I never read before. When I was at the hospital for longer than just a scan, I used to read my doctor's book, not because I was really interested when I was little, but more because I had nothing else to do and nobody ever bothered to give me a children book or something more appropriate to read. I wondered why my mother always seemed so surprised for me to be interested in physics and science when she was the one who involuntarily got me surrounded by it for as long as I could remember. "So did you learn anything interesting," Alex said as the class finished.
"Nothing I didn't already knew," I answered.
"How many books did you read about the topic?" He asked.
"More than I can remember, since I could read actually," I said.
"You mean you learned to read with neurobooks," he said.
"Not really but I had a lot of them around, you learn what is in your environment, most likely," I said.
"I've got to remember that one," he said.
He was looking at my notebook, not the one with the neurobiology class in it, the one about my parallel universe travel and it suddenly made me feel uncomfortable. What did lieutenant Fin meant by "that's what I was made for," and when would I be able to ask the girls was Alpha actually meant?
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Too bad class isn't helping her more.
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