"There's a monster hiding in my closet..."
The Boogie Man* #quote
Today I phoned it in after I reported in and checked in. I forgot to
clock out though. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Space Surfer Dudes
“Duuudeee time to surf that space wave!” the young surfer David
yelled with enthusiasm from inside his ship.
Humanity invented faster than light travel by exploiting ripples of
weakness space-time about seventy years before the young space surfer
took up his hobby right after adulthood allowed him to drive a
spaceship. (Spaceships in this era are much easier to pilot than in
the current era.) However riding a space-wave, the common term for
the ripples in space-time as the scientific name is an unpleasant
mouthful is normally boring.
But some carefully practiced, studious, trained professionals or
idiots will go outside the “steady” zone of the space-wave to
surf the stranger parts of wave to experience new realities. Our
surfer friend David and the friends he brought with him are the
latter idiots.
And without hesitation they surfed the wave. They watched through their windows as
other realities flew by them. Their minds working to adjust to the
new sensations that hit them. And failing. The trained professionals
would know the ship needed to help them. They would need to have the
ship windows and walls only allow through energies, sensations and
sights that their minds could comprehend. But David didn't bother as
pilot.
Through means unknown to the simple sciences of our reality David
and his friends experienced another and it warped their brains and
destroyed them. They felt wonderful, perhaps enlightened for those
few moments. But after that they would be found as wreckage in space
with soup-like brains.
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