We Are Spacefarer PART I

5 Jan

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“I never realized how easily people could be trained to accept slavery”

-The Kindred, Octavia Butler

 

“Pluto was cold, it was colder than cold. It’s was dead as a stone and cold. The cold that knows nothing but cold.”

-Green

 

My name is Green, I’m a long-haul farer, my main route takes me from Earth to the outer most orbit of Pluto, I really, really hate Pluto. That is known as my up route, on the way back I pass Earth and head straight for Mercury. I skirt Mercury, and I stay in low orbit. The heat from our star is too much for my vessel. I plan to get a new ship as soon I can, I have my eyes on a beast of a transport. The route back to my neck of the woods is known as my down route. This is where I pick up live cargo, humans, cattle and all manner of alien lifeforms.

I am the captain of my very own vessel, I command a crew–well I don’t have a crew, it’s just my daughter and I. Her name is Celestial, I call her Celeste. She was born in zero gravity and has never put her feet on solid ground. I love this little girl more than life.

Celeste’s mother is no longer on this physical plain. She died shortly after the baby was born. It was a down route trip, and we were coming up on Saturn’s outer ring.

My wife you see was from Sirius Minor, but was just as human as you and I. The only way you could tell she was any different is that her skin glowed ever so slightly in pitch blackness. It had something to do with their star and the way it affects their melanin. Her skin was the color of chestnuts and powdered chocolate. Her hair grew in tight helixes that almost reached the floor, she kept shells from her home world in those long locks. She said it made her feel less home sick. I had never had the time to visit her home world, but we were going to go as soon as the baby was born.

Our daughter was supposed to be born on Earth in the mountains of what was then Colorado, in what is now the Dissolved States of America. But before we could get to the midwife, civil war had broken out in the region, and all non-Earthlings were seen as a threat. We had to go and go fast, so I grabbed a shipment that was headed to Pluto and off we went.

The trip was to be smooth, and we were both glad to be out of harms way. If my wife was not welcomed on my planet then neither was I. We made the delivery, and swung wide, and deep so she could get a look at her own star system. When we got back on course and approached Saturn’s outer ring she went into full labor. I had to find an outpost so I could help her bring our child into this life.

I docked at the nearest station that had medical facilities enough to be of some help. I got her comfortable and accessed my external drive where all my medical information was stored. Also stored there was all the music she liked. She loved the music of early 1970’s Earth groups, so I let those play and she calmed down and began to breath in controlled breathes as she had been taught.

I had called my company to let them know my situation, and they offered to send a doctor. I told them that before the doctor got out of Earth orbit the baby would be born. I reassured them I had been well prepared for this.

As the labor pains grew closer my anxiety swelled. I was about to welcome into this plain of existence a new life. A part of me that had not been tarnished by life nor exposed to the religions that had fractured our worlds. This would the person in which our lives would revolve around from now until we drew out last breathes. I was going to look into my child’s eyes and see the universe that had called me since I could stand on my own. And my child would carry on what her mother and I started and beyond. She would see other world’s and conqueror them. She would be a spacefarer.  

             

 

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17 Responses to “We Are Spacefarer PART I”

  1. diaryofanegress January 6, 2014 at 3:07 PM #

    Superb!

    I cannot wait for part 2. You are a gifted writer, sir. Tell me, was this inspired by that interview we watched?

    • hunglikejesus January 6, 2014 at 5:53 PM #

      Thank you Sista,

      Actually that interview and so many other things I’ve been exposed to lately. My first love is sci-fi and this story has been wanting to see the light of day for a long time now.

      This is my personal fantasy. I feel this is the me living in some parallel universe.

      • Disgusted Caucasian April 23, 2014 at 9:40 PM #

        It’ll always be science fiction, regarding spaceflight, for you niggers. That is, of course, unless you hitch a ride on a spaceship invented and built by your masters. You creatures existed for millions of years in Africa and never invented so much as the wheel.

        • hunglikejesus April 24, 2014 at 4:03 AM #

          Thank you for your comment and also for making my point.

          So how is it that a race of superior beings such as yourself can’t even keep us niggers from crossing your borders? How is it that master race is dying out? Also, how do you explain that fact that you creatures have absolutely destroyed this planet? You are so inventive and so brilliant yet you have not even learned to not shit where live sleep and eat. I wonder what you invented besides the ability to be a disgusted Caucasian? And please feel free to comment on more of this ignorant nigger’s work or better yet direct me to yours. Of course you do have some work of your own right?

  2. mary burrell January 6, 2014 at 9:36 PM #

    I love Octavia Butler’s Kindred. Happy New Year. My you have 24 hour happy all year round.

  3. mary burrell January 6, 2014 at 9:40 PM #

    I like this story. You need to submit some of your stuff to Everything 2.com.

  4. Jeff Nguyen January 13, 2014 at 8:00 PM #

    Keep writing, sir.

    • hunglikejesus January 13, 2014 at 8:16 PM #

      Thank you.

      I’ve been writing a lot lately and i should have part 2 by mid-week.

      • Sandra January 24, 2014 at 1:35 PM #

        You’re late. nothing since Jan 5? (I know, I’ve been seriously slacking, but I have an ex—reason.

        • hunglikejesus January 24, 2014 at 3:08 PM #

          Hey missy, long time no hear from.

          I’ve been working with some folks on a book of free verse and have had no inspiration outside of that. So I have been writing just not publishing much. This story is finished I just need to find time to master it so that go ahead and publish.

          Thank you for stopping by and checking on me.

  5. honeytreebee January 26, 2014 at 3:16 AM #

    Hi there… love this it’s such a good start looking forward to see more.

    • hunglikejesus January 26, 2014 at 1:45 PM #

      Thank you sis, gotta proofread it and I’m being really lazy.

  6. Bry January 29, 2014 at 1:46 AM #

    Excellent work as always, glad to see you’re continuing your writing.

  7. ajualuv February 26, 2014 at 6:57 PM #

    Beautifully written. You are very talented. Lots of love.

  8. john Elzie burns May 22, 2014 at 8:08 AM #

    Send it off brother… get it publish while Afro-Futurism is getting its shine! It be nice if they just called it Futurism … but whatever… I enjoyed it… Sun RA and Octavia’s spirit run through you

    • hunglikejesus May 22, 2014 at 2:31 PM #

      Thank you so much, that may be the motivation I need to publish the rest of this story.

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