Trippin’ the O . . .

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Chapter 1

. . . at the edge of space

p. 24

The mix-up began
in the methane doorway
the beginnings of time
and space . . .

I was . . . dreaming
overcome by the past . . .

Skee !! the G-suit . . . it’s reversed itself, what do I do?

The screen above the data set flickered on
voice actuated . . .

a bloated figure was visible in screen center . . .
hanging on to the sec-line
stretched from the outer lab wall
to a nearby sandstone outcrop.

Skee snapped back to reality . . . and said to himself, “I knew it . . . my big mistake was letting the newb come out with me . . . she’s outside the conceal . . . in-suit malfunction . . . looks like a mutant balloon . . . CRAP!

He pressed his throat mic, “Get closer . . . over by the hatch so’s I can hook ya with the halberd . . .

yeh . . . I’m one a the older 4-OB’s . . . the only one who would let the NU-B pop cherry on a serious OB span . . . and now its happening . . . she’s about to “pop” seriously . . . MERDRE!!

Skee yelled, “No . . . get closer, I ain’t poppin’ the hatch ’til ya get closer . . .

Skee . . . my legs won’t bend . . . and the wind is getting serious . . .

He could hear the wind across her throat mic . . .

O.K. hang on . . . I’m bringing ya in hard an fast . . . !!

He hit the emergency EVAC switch . . . the hatch bolts blew . . . Skee shoved it open and in a practiced motion poked the “hook” through the hatch and hooked the boot of the “G-suit” with the clasper end of the halberd . . . then he pulled hard . . . dragging the newb through the hatchway and into the “mud room” . . . then he dropped the “hook” and scrambled over the “G-suited” newb . . . leaned out the open hatch . . . grabbed the handle inside the hatch seal, and pulled the hatch shut . . . !!

Skee sat down on the floor and leaned back against the structure’s curved wall . . . the newb was sitting up . . . she had unfastened the G-suit helmet and was looking at Skee . . . she looked scared . . .

The NU-B said “. . . well . . .?

Well WHAT . . . ?” Skee was looking past the newb at the wall near the UNI-locker . . .

I messed up . . .”, she said . . .

Yeh, ya could say that . . . but yer still alive an not blowin’ across the pan boiling inside that suit . . . an DON’T CRY!! I’ll report yer sorry ass . . . an they’ll wash ya outta the program . . . ya got promise kid . . . now get outta that suit!

. . . my name is Alice . . . not kid . . .

Get outta the suit so’s I can see what caused the malfunction . . . it’s one a the older models . . .

The newb . . . Alice . . . continued to sit . . .

. . . ya freeze up on me in a situation now, an yer through! . . . GET OUTTA THA SUIT!! . . . NOW!!

. . . I don’t have anything on . . .

. . . yer nekkid ??

Skee was stood up sort hunched over in the low-ceilinged chamber . . .

That’s why the suit failed . . . ya gotta wear the long johns . . . that’s the rule . . . yer skin can’t touch the suit . . . it freaks out!! Dontchu remember yer training??

The newb said, “. . . I didn’t finish training cos they wanted me to span with you and you were leaving so they shoved me out . . .

HOLY CRAP!! They just about gotcha killed!

Skee was hardcore, but he placed value on life . . .

DON’T CRY DAMMIT!! I gotta work this out . . .now get outta that damn suit b’lfore it starts liking ya too much . . . those damn things’ll grow on ya . . . it’s s’posed to recycle fluids so it’ll start tuh leach moisture from yer body . . . GET OUTTA THA SUIT NEWB!!

. . . but I’m naked . . .

Skee got down on his knees, pulled his knife out of its sheath and grabbed the suit just above the ankle of one leg . . . he pinched the fabric into a ridge and began to cut the suit . . .

. . . by the way ‘Alice’ . . . just so yu’ll stop whinin’ . . . I seen yer butt before . . . nekkid . . .

. . . he was now slitting one leg of the suit . . .

. . . undo the fasteners on the front an pull the upper off . . . the suit’s startin’ tuh stick tuh yer leg . . .

Alice realized that what Skee knew what he doing . . . and she peeled sticky tape apart and pulled the zipper down . . .

After about 5 minutes Skee had slit both legs of the suit up to the waist . . . his “partner” now sat naked on the floor . . . knees drawn up against her chest, arms holding her legs tight . . . the suit a pile of dark material on the floor.

Skee looked at the newb and laughed . . .

. . . them bastuds . . . they didn’t want ya in the program . . . they sentcha out hoping ya’d malfunction !!

Amerigo “Skee” di Culo
under orders from
the Queen of Isabel
signed Alice . . .

and the contract: no rhyming couplets, only vibrant visual prose . . .

the rainbow was invisible . . .

To be continued . . .

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