Today started out gray and wet and quickly turned sunny and
warm - a bit humid, but good to be outside. Some computer problems today, but
that too straightened out fairly quickly.
I'm going to try getting perceptions from Jim to the reader
so that you can explore the future while participating in Jim's
adventures.
He took a walk down to the galley through the "spatially
economic" narrow corridors. The "elastoplast" on his boot soles
squeaked against the hard plastic flooring. He felt the cooling vents working
hard against his cheek as he passed
close through the galley entrance. "Time for a snack", Vivi smiled at
him. "Time for a Snack" was the company name for packaged snacks.
"Yeah", Jim smiled back. He punched in the two numbers of his crew code and selected his snack, pulling a metallic lever back fairly hard and waited for the two characteristic clicks that signaled the snack had been moved into place. "Jumpin' Chickin" in its red box slid out and Jim slid in next to Vivi. She flashed her broad smile again as she turned to look at him. "You don't look so good. What's the matter?" "Nav III renewal notice," Jim replied. "I'll sit over it with you - don't worry about it. I know what those numbers do to you." Just like that, Vivi solved his problem. He looked out the port and noticed the star colors, blue and white light reflected through the "Resilo" the hard transparent plastic they used for ports. Pale green light passed through the layers of transparent plastic as well, producing effects common on space ships but nowhere else that Jim had been. The whir of the ventilator fans was again soft and special, a constant reminder of their course, their "place" in this galaxy.
"Yeah", Jim smiled back. He punched in the two numbers of his crew code and selected his snack, pulling a metallic lever back fairly hard and waited for the two characteristic clicks that signaled the snack had been moved into place. "Jumpin' Chickin" in its red box slid out and Jim slid in next to Vivi. She flashed her broad smile again as she turned to look at him. "You don't look so good. What's the matter?" "Nav III renewal notice," Jim replied. "I'll sit over it with you - don't worry about it. I know what those numbers do to you." Just like that, Vivi solved his problem. He looked out the port and noticed the star colors, blue and white light reflected through the "Resilo" the hard transparent plastic they used for ports. Pale green light passed through the layers of transparent plastic as well, producing effects common on space ships but nowhere else that Jim had been. The whir of the ventilator fans was again soft and special, a constant reminder of their course, their "place" in this galaxy.
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