my daddy told me stories of when he was young, i listened hunched over the end of his retirement home bed. He said silver was like the shinig stars above, said he never felt alone when out in space. in amongst the shining silver specks drifting through space. floating silently in the silver fields of colorado.
my daddy never told me mining those feilds took extra care, tho.
when he past away he left me a set of keys, reminded me of keys of old, when iron was the material of dreams
the keys belonged to an old dusty starflyer, sparkling as i walked around it, i relised that the dust covering it was in fact silver specks imbedded in the hull of the direlect ship.
i should of read the signs, took mums advice, that dad was a cred stick away from a Mc.space burger.
i should have relised why the ship sparkeld like the night sky.
but now i sit here, in my small cockpit, drifting through space, with a chirrpy vioce comm reminding me ive got ten hours till the fuel lines are clear of silver dust and the filters are operational and i can make my way again.
staring out into the blackness, at all the speckling wonders of colorado.
and realising that my father wasn't derranged from some strange desieses, he just went mad waiting for his chance to leave that he thought he never left the fields.
* 9 HOURS TILL SHIP IS FULLY OPERATIONAL CAPTIAN *
sigh, i shouldnt of listened.
computer end log.
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