Chapter Seven: Spaced
Cheph111 outward bound
liftoff ten minus none
The trip from the planet's surface was almost instantaneous the crew were webbed in bunks and floating in gspaces the forces of revival of the engines were enormous and mostly negative the Matron found religion the STOKKER lost his luncheon and MarYlin was asleep she completely trusted in her equations she was at rest and blessed while the charlax android one was thoroughly awakened worry frowning from his brow beaten into countenance of hurry. The hydrogen is faulty. The skipping beat of engines missing fuel is messing with my sleep. The seal the damper seal that STOKKER messed.
Its causing the neutrons in the hydrogen to mutate making awful fate of the engine seals we barley started this journey and now we have got to stop on MARS to check all the engine seals and seal them up what grunge.
MIZ MIST has spaced.
I'm stopping at MARS she said almost angry the lisp was slipping toward the middle of her mouth the food is weavily. They must have gotten past the seal? In the constrainer department hall. The soup is not edible for anyone but the charlax one.
I'm programming my laptop now to take us near Venus where the orbital approachment to mars is computed to arrive in three minus none. STOKKER looked at me thoughtful like.
Weevils' is meat he grinned an evil laugh. The Matron sighed for she likes ribs and countryfried chicken steaks just dripping. MiZ Mist has spaced.
