The Warp Space Highway

We didn't go to the movies today because I had a Kepra flare. Kepra is one of my medications and sometimes it “flares” and causes me to have hot flashes and frustration. I had to sleep and rest up and it took me some effort to finish the homework I needed to take care of. Fortunately I could write and take the stress away, but I fear that the quality of today's work suffered because of the flare. I still hope everyone enjoys it though.

The Warp Space Highway

         From the inside of warp space stars and galaxies looked like hail flying by. Humanity made warp space by pulling open tunnels through reality with nets of wormholes. They built roads and highways through warp space to expand their territory to every corner of the universe.

         Micheal's ship flew through warp space with its rockets flaring like a forest fire. He smiled. He didn't care about anything while he raced along the highway, anything except the rush of adrenaline he got when he felt reality being pulled through him. The faster he went through warp space, the more of a rush he got. A unique kind of joy came from tearing through reality.

         Every part of his space ship was stolen, illegally modified or both. He won every warp space race he was in, whether it was a legal race or not. During races he thought of his opponents as fading memories when he passed them. He didn't care about his opponents as they never stood a chance. But when he saw the colored lights through his back scanner he remembered the one opponent that did give him a challenge when he raced.

         It was the Highway Patrol. Only they had parts as good as his, technology capable at going at the speeds needed to give him a rush. He enjoyed when they came after him. And each time they became more challenging with more spacecraft, better equipment and more determination. Their ships surrounded him and he smiled. He reached for the button to activate his most powerful thrusters. His mouth watered like a hungry animal's. He needed that rush, and he mentally thanked them for giving him the opportunity.

        But when he pushed button for his thrusters nothing happened. When he looked out the windows he saw thick blue lights. He figured out they must have been using some sort of energy field to disable his thrusters. The situation filled him with depression. Not at the fact that he would be going to prison, but rather from the fact he wouldn't be getting the rush. He felt as if a loved one had fallen ill and he could only wonder if he would feel them again.