My real name is Luther Bradley... but nobody call me Luther or mr. Bradley. Last man who called me Bradley was my leutenant in freeport security on freeport 2 when I was 18 hehe. My call sign in space was "armed hippo"... for gods armed hippo, who made this painful call name was pure wacko.
Everybody think life around freeports is booring.... and they are right. Everybody is our friend so we live in peace and that is good. But sometimes things arent going normaly. 5 years ago few druged xenos tryed to ambush our home. Gues who was sendt in first line with white flag to lead discusion about their surender.
Imagine that absurd situation, 5 druged xenos in bombers and me inside white painted eagle.
My photo from same year:
When I opend comunication screen, one of them sayd Armed hippie.... they were laughing maybe 15 minutes and after some jokes about zoners and hippies just flyed out.
From that day I had new call sign... finaly hehe armed hippie.
Two years ago on manhattan... old friend from freeport security service gaved me some "magic" flowers from Gran Canaria. WOW it was something amazing... cardamine is when I compare it weak sugar. Day after I was in space somewhere in Omicron-delta sitting in nomad light fighter... you know those purple jelly fishes from Alaska heh...
I was sitting inside... around my head except face something like octopus with sting in my brain.
"Holly fu** they kidnaped me" was my first idea. Total panic... yea thats the right word. After few hours of floating in space, my memory was slowly coming back to me. They didnt kidnaped me, I boughd that on planet Primus. Octopus around me is rest of nomad body with tinny piece of brain which our engineers left him as neural conection between my brain and ship.
Nomad... or what left from him was fighting with me. I was pretty pissed from him and I had no idea what to do. I had last joint of marijuana in pocket... "well if I must die here, I wanna die happy". After that joint, something strange happend. Nomad goes sleep and from that moment I have full control of my ship.
There was another surprise. Ship wasnt dead piece of technology like our vessels... it is living being. It have fealings but havent own will. Poor creature, feal pain but cant command own body to avoid it. It is like puppy, it need someone to take care about it.
After few experiments with my nomad "friend" I made discover...he does not have own will too. Piece of brain which left him was only same part of our own brainswhich give us ability to walk, move with hands etc. etc. He alone cant do nothing, but it is still independent being. When Im smoked, he cant rezist my will and I can command my ship, If Im not... he woke up and switch me off.
Irony... grass put us togeather... with marijuana, we are one.
My ship is living creature but I dont know how to call it... so I call it just - It.
Rest of nomad brain had name (maybe) but now cant tell me his name and Im not his parent, I dont want give him new... I call him simple - He.