“Oh God! Are we really going there?” Yup.
“You realise they are uneducated tribals right?” Yes. Very little is known about them. We can learn and share their culture with the world.
*2 hours later*
“Is keeping us locked in cages a part of their culture?!” So is cannibalism, I’m sure…
Its waters slowed aging. The rich flocked to swim in the pool. They paid the hefty entry fees and swore by the effects. Only years later did they discover the village drainage pipes connecting to the pool.
Everyone else seemed okay with it. We wait in the kitchen while the two sort out their differences outside. I’m unsure about leaving the two unsupervised. With them things tend to fly out of proportion.
These midnight hunger pangs are the worst. I have to get out from my cozy bed and go all the way to the kitchen, in darkness, because I don’t want to disturb my sleepy eyes. It’s scary. What if there’s something in the shadows?
All the citizens have retreated into shelters. It is a pointless endeavour. I stand at the top of the tower, looking straight at the approaching storm. Storm of the century they call it. What fools! This is just the first one.
It was difficult breaking into here, I hope it’s worth it.
A world leader he may be, but his room is just as messy as the next person’s. I guess even his secretary is not allowed in here. Let me look around.
Ah! What’s this now? Military letters? No, Love letters.
Seems to be some kind of fungal growth. I think the satellite needs a nice scrub. I have the tools here. Beginning procedure.
Yuck! Now it’s all over my suit, and it’s spreading fast. Starboy requesting immediate extraction. Suffocating.
All those years ago, I remember I would stand here and call her. She used to stay in the adjoining building. We would sneak chats whenever we could. One day, a great fire broke out here. She didn’t survive.
I can still listen to her voice, on the payphone receiver…