Last cup of noodles.

Posted on Wed Apr 5th, 2017 @ 3:25pm by

284 words; about a 1 minute read

Slowly drifting beside a collapsing star, I yawn deeply as I wait for my instant noodles to finish cooking.

"Bon appetit" says a bodyless woman."

I reply "Thanks Aadya", but no one is there.

Slamming back down into my captain's chair and kicking my feet up carelessly. I'm propped up on the control panel and twirling my noodles cooling them off. Sitting there watching the sun collapse in on its self, creating colors the English language couldn't describe, I slowly turn up Tupac on my original boom box. I began to wonder why I even eat noodles.

I suddenly giggle, taking the first bite.

I don't need food to live, but yet I continue to eat. When did I start eating noodles? Looking around the floor it's obvious due to the trash that it's been some time now.

The only part of me that is still human is my head.

Now I begin to wonder when did this all start... Drifting from planet to planet collecting information and building strong relationships across the galaxy. The sun is beginning to twist and turn with such violence that it resembles an animal being hunted and torn apart by its predator.

I grow bored, "Aadya" I call out to no one.

"Do I have anything fun to do?".

"There is a Federation News Network signal coming off of Sierra VI, seems like a pirate crew has discovered a derelict Starfleet vessel. They've apparently made off with a Starfleet cruiser. I'm detecting multiple intelligence agencies operating against them, there must be a prize there, the story mentions plundered goods and the traces include Trilithium compounds."

"Sure," I say, "set auto pilot and wake me when we get there."

 

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