Monday, December 05, 2005

The Miracle

Murphy's Log: Stardate 5

We had abandoned all hope of survival. Unable to move, think, or really react to anything, what appeared to be a giant asteroid began hurtling towards us on some crazy radiated space wind. Unable to speak, I gave Alpha a meaningful look which meant well, it's been fun, you little green bastard. As we braced for impact, a funny thing happened.

Being in the delusional and often hallucinatory state that we were in, it seems our asteroid was no more than a space pebble, probably the size of a tennis ball. As it collided with the suits' head, smashing itself to smithereens, strange whirring noises started coming from the suits' machinery. And with a loud scrounch type of noise, the suit jammed into light speed.

After a few minutes of feeling like our faces were melting off and our organs liquefying, we came to an abrupt halt. Let me say this. Lizard vomit is not a pleasant smell. The smell of it would make you vomit, which I did. And, in turn, caused Alpha to vomit again. To say the least, we were both dying to get out of that suit. Literally.

Upon looking around, we seemed to have gone into orbit around a rather strange looking planet which neither of us could identify. Its atmosphere was a dark maroon sort of colour. Interestingly enough it had particle bands running horizontally and vertically around itself. (Because, as many of us found out that year, planets do indeed have selves.)

Alpha pipes up "Think us down there."
"Wait - we don't even know this planet! It could be hostile!" I said.
"I'm going to get pretty hostile here in a few minutes if you don't think us down."
"FINE! You'll soon find out what it's like to be a lizard kabob." I was pissed.

So, I thought of going down into the planets' atmosphere, and lo-and-behold we began our descent into uncharted territory.

To Boldly Go To Our Untimely Deaths,

Murphy

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