Chapter 18:
Moonwalk
Daniel:
We only got stopped twice on the rocket. I have to admit, that I spend the entire ride, gawking out of the window. What can I say? It is every human’s dream, to get out of their planet, and see the emptiness outside of it. And oh, it is so pretty. There is an asteroid belt around Ursula 590.
Constantine told me that there is a shield around the planet, on which the asteroids crash from time to time. It is even mined for minerals. With robots, not Naga miners. The Naga have delegated most of their work to robots, in this age. I feel that...
“Look, Ursula 589,” Constantine points at a white sphere, full of craters, and I blink at that. I can see liquid in some of the craters.
“Wait, is that water?” I ask. Constantine chuckles.
“Liquid helium,” he tells me, and I giggle.
“This is so weird, yet, so close to home,” I say. He pats me on the back.
“There is water on the moon, but it is imported,” my Naga friend tells me, and then takes a hold of my hand. “Come on. We need to reach the exit, before the crowd gets to it. Or, we might wait hours to get out of here.”
“Have you traveled in space before?” I ask him. It sounds so fascinating, to be able to ask this to someone.
“Well, no, but I have watched documentaries,” he says. I feel that it is sad, that he has taken his lifespan and the availability of the space travel for granted to the point, that he might have never left his home planet, if he didn’t want to cheer me up.
We make it on the surface of Ursula 589 before all the rest. In what appears to be a domed corridor.
“There is no oxygen on Ursula 589,” Constantine tells me, as he leads me to a side booth. “But the oxygen masks are provided by the amusement park for free.”
“Well, this is certainly no Disney,” I say, and he looks strangely at me. “I mean, if this was owned by Disney, they would have made us pay for the equipment.”
“Sounds awful,” he tells me. I blink, when I see, that there is an elf in the booth, instead of a Naga.
“Elves are real,” I say. The elf looks me up and down, and sneers.
“I am not from Middle Earth,” he tells me. “But from Ursula 500.”
“Sorry, it is just that,” he trusts two boxes at us, and waves us off, before I can finish my apology. Constantine leads us to the changing room, and we put on the masks. I feel the weight of the oxygen tanks on my back, and shift this way and that, to get myself comfortable.
“So, where do we go first?” I ask him, using the text to speech that is a part of the suit.
“The rides are up ahead,” Constantine suggest, and slithers towards the entrance of the amusement park. I follow behind him, taking in the sights. Everything here has a rainbow motive. There is a paved road, cutting through the surface of the moon, yet the ground is left authentic.
I see a couple of Naga swimming in the liquid helium craters, and rush to catch up with Constantine.
“Was there ever life on this moon?” I ask him.
“Not that I know of,” Constantine says, and then holds up a door open for me. It leads to a capsule. I get in with him, and the capsule shots up in the sky. Or, is it in the vacuum? I have to remember; I am in space. It opens up suddenly, and I can see that there are two electric fields, that hold up the capsule and us, in the vacuum.
I make swimming motions with my hands and feet, and smile at the sensation of flying.
“Don’t go out of the fields. You will float up and get lost. The gravity shield doesn’t work on this high,” Constantine calls behind me. I stop to take in the sights.
I can see the star of the Ursula solar system from here. It looks just like how the sun looks on pictures. With eruptions happening every second. Although, it does look gigantic. Perhaps it is close to becoming a Red Giant? I turn around, to see that Constantine is back paddling, his tail waving around.
I smile, and float to him. Not only that, but I take his hands in mine, and swing us around. He chuckles at my antics, and swings us around too.
We take turns to swing each other in the air, and then the fields turn red. Constantine points at the capsule, with which we came up here.
“Come on,” he types in the text to speech. “We have to leave. Our time is up.”
“Can we stay in the park for a couple of days?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“Sorry. We had time for just one ride. Our oxygen is nearly out,” he tells me. I bow my head, and allow for him to lead us back to the capsule. When we are back inside the capsule, it seals itself shut, and floats down to the moon’s surface. When we reach the ground, there are alarms flaring all around us.
“What is wrong?” I ask, and Constantine types.
“There has been a high-profile robbery,” Constantine tells me. A couple of retainers come to us, and lead us away from the launching site. They take us to a crowd of people, in a domed area.
The retainers take off their mask. The single Naga among them points at a couple of chairs by the wall.
“There has been a break in into our emotion potion storehouse. You will stay in here to be questioned, until we find you innocent, or guilty,” he says, and then turns around. I gape at the Naga.
“Wait, aren’t we innocent until proven guilty?” I yell after him. He doesn’t turn back.
“It will all be well. We went to places that were filmed by cameras,” Constantine says, and takes a hold of my hand. I let him lead me to the chairs, where a couple of Naga are already whispering back and forth.
Chapter 18:
Moonwalk
Daniel:
We only got stopped twice on the rocket. I have to admit, that I spend the entire ride, gawking out of the window. What can I say? It is every human’s dream, to get out of their planet, and see the emptiness outside of it. And oh, it is so pretty. There is an asteroid belt around Ursula 590.
Constantine told me that there is a shield around the planet, on which the asteroids crash from time to time. It is even mined for minerals. With robots, not Naga miners. The Naga have delegated most of their work to robots, in this age. I feel that...
“Look, Ursula 589,” Constantine points at a white sphere, full of craters, and I blink at that. I can see liquid in some of the craters.
“Wait, is that water?” I ask. Constantine chuckles.
“Liquid helium,” he tells me, and I giggle.
“This is so weird, yet, so close to home,” I say. He pats me on the back.
“There is water on the moon, but it is imported,” my Naga friend tells me, and then takes a hold of my hand. “Come on. We need to reach the exit, before the crowd gets to it. Or, we might wait hours to get out of here.”
“Have you traveled in space before?” I ask him. It sounds so fascinating, to be able to ask this to someone.
“Well, no, but I have watched documentaries,” he says. I feel that it is sad, that he has taken his lifespan and the availability of the space travel for granted to the point, that he might have never left his home planet, if he didn’t want to cheer me up.
We make it on the surface of Ursula 589 before all the rest. In what appears to be a domed corridor.
“There is no oxygen on Ursula 589,” Constantine tells me, as he leads me to a side booth. “But the oxygen masks are provided by the amusement park for free.”
“Well, this is certainly no Disney,” I say, and he looks strangely at me. “I mean, if this was owned by Disney, they would have made us pay for the equipment.”
“Sounds awful,” he tells me. I blink, when I see, that there is an elf in the booth, instead of a Naga.
“Elves are real,” I say. The elf looks me up and down, and sneers.
“I am not from Middle Earth,” he tells me. “But from Ursula 500.”
“Sorry, it is just that,” he trusts two boxes at us, and waves us off, before I can finish my apology. Constantine leads us to the changing room, and we put on the masks. I feel the weight of the oxygen tanks on my back, and shift this way and that, to get myself comfortable.
“So, where do we go first?” I ask him, using the text to speech that is a part of the suit.
“The rides are up ahead,” Constantine suggest, and slithers towards the entrance of the amusement park. I follow behind him, taking in the sights. Everything here has a rainbow motive. There is a paved road, cutting through the surface of the moon, yet the ground is left authentic.
I see a couple of Naga swimming in the liquid helium craters, and rush to catch up with Constantine.
“Was there ever life on this moon?” I ask him.
“Not that I know of,” Constantine says, and then holds up a door open for me. It leads to a capsule. I get in with him, and the capsule shots up in the sky. Or, is it in the vacuum? I have to remember; I am in space. It opens up suddenly, and I can see that there are two electric fields, that hold up the capsule and us, in the vacuum.
I make swimming motions with my hands and feet, and smile at the sensation of flying.
“Don’t go out of the fields. You will float up and get lost. The gravity shield doesn’t work on this high,” Constantine calls behind me. I stop to take in the sights.
I can see the star of the Ursula solar system from here. It looks just like how the sun looks on pictures. With eruptions happening every second. Although, it does look gigantic. Perhaps it is close to becoming a Red Giant? I turn around, to see that Constantine is back paddling, his tail waving around.
I smile, and float to him. Not only that, but I take his hands in mine, and swing us around. He chuckles at my antics, and swings us around too.
We take turns to swing each other in the air, and then the fields turn red. Constantine points at the capsule, with which we came up here.
“Come on,” he types in the text to speech. “We have to leave. Our time is up.”
“Can we stay in the park for a couple of days?” I ask. He shakes his head.
“Sorry. We had time for just one ride. Our oxygen is nearly out,” he tells me. I bow my head, and allow for him to lead us back to the capsule. When we are back inside the capsule, it seals itself shut, and floats down to the moon’s surface. When we reach the ground, there are alarms flaring all around us.
“What is wrong?” I ask, and Constantine types.
“There has been a high-profile robbery,” Constantine tells me. A couple of retainers come to us, and lead us away from the launching site. They take us to a crowd of people, in a domed area.
The retainers take off their mask. The single Naga among them points at a couple of chairs by the wall.
“There has been a break in into our emotion potion storehouse. You will stay in here to be questioned, until we find you innocent, or guilty,” he says, and then turns around. I gape at the Naga.
“Wait, aren’t we innocent until proven guilty?” I yell after him. He doesn’t turn back.
“It will all be well. We went to places that were filmed by cameras,” Constantine says, and takes a hold of my hand. I let him lead me to the chairs, where a couple of Naga are already whispering back and forth.
