For me, my father was just my father. But in the field of galaxy science, it was king after discovering the Brainwave link for the physical travel of space.
I? I am good in things too. Like escape.
I rubbed in one night of straw, I mixed to the hole and slipped my feet in the olives of Unicorn – because if you do not have the soles of unicorn on your space ship, are you until you do life properly?
On my control unit, I see Rose calls. I will call her later.
The opening of the hole, and the stars’ rays hit me. Pink and green light heats the naked ankles. Instead of looking at it directly, focus on the glow of the star that reflects the soles. My eyes shine with the actions of the brain to look at a very bright thing. Beautiful, yes, but let us not grill my hair before coffee. Avoid looking at one thing that is not increasing: blue tra. Within three hours, I will set up, log in the office for nine to five and the highest space on a hook.
And see my mother.
I can’t think about it. I wander in the swimming pool in the upper gardens, kick my feet in the water and run my fingers through violet next to the pool.
Although I am only here, my ship is wide. Rooms on rooms, floors on floors. Goods carry, missile reinforcements, missile reinforced, Roxte Roccus. Sisi Lamik is real from the ship.
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My STV – the physical transport vehicle.
Humans have ever tried to reach space. They have long succeeded in the mineral rocks that vomit them in the stars. Do you want to visit the actual stars in a bucket of screws? Kinda kills mood.
The solution, my father was found, was in us. He loved psychology, specifically the interface between ideas and physical reactions: physical responses. From there, it was a jump, skipping a galaxy jump to flying across space using only space suit and mental ability.
Space ships travel are … people.
In my head there are swimming pools and unicorn animals. In fact, a simple space suit allows me to swim through space noise, and to hit back with elegantly. Honey, you should see me in the swimming hat.
When swimming in my mind, do not erase the ideas of my suspended family, I invite Rose.
She answers the constitutional right, swaying like angry tribes. That girl is sailor in the space suit. Her visual cognitive surroundings are stopped, so she is just a girl floating in space, and she asks me why she loves her.
“I am waiting.” I see the reflection of her hands moving. “Are you knitting?”
She ignores. “I need a new jacket before winter.”
I raise the forehead. Our suits organize any desired temperature, but Rose loves to try the seasons. The degree or five in the summer has risen and up to about 18 ° C in the winter for all the northern ground calendar. I admire her commitment to traditions.
“I’m about to be the pavement in Blue Terra,” I say.
Its fingers are still.
I see it worry, but I am supportive of avoiding, so I complete the scroll by running a sensory running on the wrist controls. It starts with Beyoncé and Wafts of Banana Bread. I am pixel the song and the smell through receptors until Rose can try the same thing. This is how we are talking without speaking.
I click to climb on the scent of banana bread, and I cross the planet Kranio five. Rose keeps her lips. It does not agree to my aviation tactics. Well, I do not agree to contradict the scent of banana bread.
Rose was there for me, at the Kadit School, when all of this happened with my father. His great discovery in traveling to space, then discovering cancer, devouring it before he can kiss the other side of the sky.
Since then, for me, life on a solid ground seems to die. But I owe my mother to return home.
Rose says that the things that friends are supposed to say and make me promise me to contact them when I get home. Then you send me some K-POP and Petrichor. We end the call.