Fifteen hundred thousand tons of
hot steel needed to be delivered to the Chinese and American run
space station on the third galaxy of Bassompierre as soon as
Estimated time: My entire life
including the life span of about a hundred thousand generations
of my own family, using normal speeds anyway. Though that was the
past, thanks to our century's tech, the estimated time becomes 6
Mode of transportation? My big
assed truck and customizable trailer capable of holding and
maintaining the quality of the boiling steel.
Difficulty: On an unmapped pathway?
Four stars, five if a bump into any trouble. Though in space,
even the smallest amount of debris flying at the right speed can
be worlds of trouble. People start dying at two stars.
I took the assignment.
That was 5 months ago.
I watched, bored, as they filled
Betsy up with steel, not the smartest material for space use. It
didn't matter what they used it for though. It wasn't my
The 'higher ups' told me I'd be
going further than I'd ever gone before this one, as if I didn't
They told me my pay would be
I'd get all this on the condition I
took a partner with me this time.
I asked my current boss about it
and he said it was a good opportunity to 'expand'.
As soon as he said that, I told him
A slow beep turned on in my dreams
and I felt Bear shaking me awake from the bunker behind the
driver seat, or control room. I opened my eyes and found myself
looking up at his ugly face. I realized long ago that there was
only so much of the man's angular and smooth features I could
look at so I went back to sleep.
I groaned as he pulled me
"Better get on the controls or we
might crash." He said yawning.
"Then I feel sorry for whatever hit
Betsy." I said catching his infectious yawn.
"You never know what you might hit"
He answered in a whistle as he lay on the bunk under mine.
"You've clearly never seen Betsy in
action have you?" I grinned at him as I slipped into the front
The front seat rested on the right
side of the tiny box we lived in called Betsy's control room. It
was a overstatement but the dictionary hadn't come up with a
words for shitty over used and overly large driver and passenger
I stretched and slipped into my
chair at the head of the controls. It wasn't the way I usually
liked it. It was too far back. I felt like I was lying down.
Grumbling, I adjusted the seat to suit my height again and
comfort levels again.
"I wish you wouldn't sit on my
chair" I said over my shoulder.
"What you expect? It's the big
chair. No one like the kids chair."
"Still my chair" I answered back
but I received no reply. Bear was asleep. It took the average
human 22 minutes to fall into a deep sleep, it took Bear 30
seconds. If the circus still existed in most colonies I'd have
sold him to one or maybe a team of sleep specialists. The
dictionary had been kind even you give them a name, it was
unfortunate that I really didn't care what it was.
I shook my head of the grog that
filled it and took control of the truck. I always used manual
even at these near impossible to comprehend speeds.
Using anything else would be bad
practice for when things turned bad as they tended to for many
truckers. Funny enough because things turned bad often trucking
was now one of the most well paying real labor related jobs to
Though this was Betsy and nothing
ever turned bad for her. Not with the things I'd added for
safety, no survival. The outer shell was twice as thick as any
tank that any human would ever see on any planet, thanks to
Sol was always good for an upgrade
when there was a need for one. He even upgraded when there wasn't
a need. Sol, the many brained and many armed mechanic the only
true sentient non human ever recorded in humanity's two thousand
year space hunt. No civilian was to ever know of him. Only
truckers knew of his existence and even then only the best knew
where to find him or were allowed to see him.
Thanks to Sol my truck looked like
a normal 20th century earth truck, just without the
same wheels. Though the energy cells that made it move looked
like tires that sat on their sides only adding to the
On earth there were at most ten
trucks with the same shape. I'd wanted to stop by Sol's abandoned
station but I couldn't, he'd never let me near his home with Bear
on board. The idea made me feel the twinge of dislike for Bear
that I'd felt when they told me that I wasn't going to be doing
Sunday June 23rd
"In that case Stan my man. The
"What? Why?" Stan said shocked. His
confused face annoyed me.
"I've been doing this for twenty
years for Christ's sake!That's why I'm not an idiot! 'Opportunity
to expand?' What the hell does that even mean? Do I look like a
newbie? Twenty years Stan. Twenty God damn years and you want to
be cryptic with me?" I found myself shouting without realizing
it. I hated it when people spoke in codes, this wasn't
The world wasn't complicated but
people insisted in trying to make it as complicated as
I stared him in the face but I
couldn't read his expression. He looked like he was chewing on
wax while being told to smile for a photo at the same time.
Giving up, I turned to leave. If Stan knew what he was doing or
talking about he'd be talking right now.
"Wait Cole I've been told to get
you specifically by the higher ups." Curiosity defeated my old
and experienced mind.
"I can't believe me sometimes." I
muttered to my self as I turned to Stan. "The higher ups? You
know that I OWN Betsy right?" I needed to make sure
before he tried to talk me into doing anything.
I grinned as he rolled his
"Yes Cole we all know you own Bets-
you're truck." He sounded like a scolded schoolboy was being
forced to apologize.
"Good. Glad we understand that. So
Stan the man. What do the higher ups have to say for themselves
and what's it got to do with me?"
"They're expanding their business
"By a few planets?" I asked
"I hate that word it makes me feel
"Not sure either to be honest, must
be a hate from my earth trucking days. Never mind, what's
expanding their routes got to do with me?"
"I'm sure you know this but there's
a lot of paper work to do when it come to this. You know, by
taking new routes we end up stepping on a few toes. And above the
paper work alone there's the issue of buying the roads. Both
legally and illegally."
"Yeah I know, you get some real
scum these days which is saying something because there's always
been scum. Bastards who spend months even years sitting on a
known route waiting to jump a person and their goods." I could
feel own fist clenching as I pictured each funeral invitation I'd
had to leave because I was already on mission. I also imagined
the funeral's I'd gone to where there had been no body to
Stan sighed looking at me
"I know Cole, I know. But that's
not our only problem. Chrysler's already taken jobs on their
finished expanded routes and Mercedes wants to be in on the new
money too. So they're sending you. One of our best."
"Oh come on Stan kissing up has
never worked and it never will. "
Stan adjusted the paperwork on his
desk, which was always a funny thing to me. Stan was a trucker at
heart. He'd been a trucker for as long as I had. He'd been
promoted and run away from the open skies as soon as things got
difficult for truckers all around. A few resented him for it but
most understood and everyone enjoyed that a real trucker was
handing out mission now and not some snot nosed desk monkey who
most likely didn't have a drivers license let alone ride a
Although he'd left trucking I knew
the drive was still in him. If I ever needed proof of that I just
had to look at the paperwork he was constantly adjusting. Some of
that paperwork work he shuffled around was older than most of the
truckers that came in these days and was as yellow as Stan's
nicotine stained teeth.
"Their willing to give you up to
three times your already absorbent pay but you can't go
"Really? Well... Good luck getting
another good trucker" I said as I made my way out the
door. Stan followed me out.
"Look! Cole for Christ's sake. They
need someone and when they heard about Betsy they went crazy. You
and Betsy are the symbols of the Old World. Call it nostalgia
whatever, it doesn't matter, they want you and Betsy and they
won't risk you sleeping and destroying the goods or getting
destroyed. Cole, I said nothing when I let Sol upgrade your Betsy
with illegal technology." He was pointing accusingly at me now.
"You know how strict they are on the sharing of technology
between humans and what ever he is. I'm the one who showed him to
you. You owe me a favor."
I held back from yelling in defense
of being yelled at and stared at him instead. I hated favors. I
stopped and turned to him. I owed him a lot. Sol's help had made
life on Betsy so easy.
"Damn" I muttered to my self "Do I
get to choose my partner?"
The answer was no and that was five
months ago. There hadn't been any trouble. I wasn't sure if I was
disappointed or not. If there was to be any trouble then I'd
prefer it happen now while the weight of the cargo added with my
speed and momentum.
Waking up from my own thoughts, I
turned left as the truck warned of a change of direction due to
the gravitational pull of a passing planet. It made a low beeping
noise and the room shone green. I stared at the planet as it flew
past my ship. The front of the ship lit up in front of me for a
minute before sensors switched me from direct view to camera
view. The view wasn't as good as the original and wasn't worth
upgrading since they never would be the same no matter how many
times I upgraded them.
With nothing in sight for another
seven hours according to sensors I slumped against the steering
wheel. Resting my cheek against the soft but strong leather
Most companies discouraged steering
wheels since in space there were more than two directions to go.
There was up, down, North, south, east, west. In fact it was
illegal to have a steering wheel. Unless it was upgraded to move
in all directions without interruption and even then…
Another seven hours passed as I
stared at the brilliant stars. What I needed was a beer. Not for
the taste of it but for the numbing effect it always guaranteed.
Bear awoke and sat next to me on the smaller chair.
"Any interesting happen?" He asked
"Nope. You should probably sleep.
Just cause you woke early doesn't mean you got to go back to
"Yeah I know. You've told me. A
dozen times." He said in the same school boy tone Stan used five
"Good. By the way today's the day
we cross over to the expanded zone." I said as Bear poured a hot
liquid out of a flask.
"Does that mean things are going to
"Shouldn't" I lied. One could never
tell what crossed new routes when they'd just been opened. In
older routes at least there were stations that could detect
things crossing and destroy them or at least warn of them.
Depending on how new the route was it would be a bumpy ride.
Fortunately it would only be two days of it.
I extended my hand and took the cup
he'd poured. I spat it back into the cup.
"What the hell was that?" I yelled
"Energy drink for truckers. It's
"Really, well I'll just stick to
caffeine. Do you mind?" I asked extending my right hand again. He
handed me a new cup. I drank the coffee quickly feeling a rush as
the heat of the scorching hot coffee burnt my cheeks and tongue
all the way down my throat where it sat bubbling in my belly.
"Well this ride is finally coming to an end and its ending early
so I say lets celebrate."
If there was ever any doubt in my
mind as to have green Bear was it was now as he stared at
"Celebrating? What on the truck?"
I couldn't understand it but I also
didn't really care to. He was new and that was that. However, one
wouldn't have guessed it by looking at him. He looked more of a
trucker than I did. With his larger than life arms and the
tattoos that blanketed them. The one thing he never mentioned
were his tattoos he was the only person who never mentioned his
tattoos or how he got them. Though once again this wasn't
something I honestly didn't care enough to ask about.
"No Bear, just a few more seconds
and you'll see."
The few seconds later the room
turned green and there was the familiar low beeping sound. I
didn't turn the truck this time and the truck turned on its
We were both staring at a bright
blue planet now. The front of the truck lit up again as we
entered into some of the planet's atmosphere. If it was night
down there then we'd appear as a shooting star.
"What are we doing?" Bear asked as
the truck continued to flash green. I didn't answer. I was too
focused to answer. They angle we came in was too high to enter
the planet, we'd bounce out of the atmosphere at any second at a
I pulled up just as we shot out of
the atmosphere in a ball of flame. We were now travelling in the
opposite direction or the intended route and we were traveling
fast. The green disappeared and I pulled on the steering wheel,
it didn't give any resistance as that truck slowly moved up. I
didn't know why but I felt that it was time for a lesson.
"Remember Bear, never pull too hard
on the truck or kiss everything in the back goodbye. Because the
momentum of the goods and your own momentum will cause the cables
to snap and that's if you're lucky. "
"If I'm not lucky?" He
"Well then the cable won't snap
and… well you've opened a can of soda before haven't you?"
"Yeah?" He stared at me in
confusion. The dark stare I returned made him see light and he
gaped at me. It was moments like those that added so sweetly to
the trucking experience.
We came in towards the same blue
planet again. The Betsy turned green again but this time only for
a second as I pulled up the brakes. We started slowing down as
flames appeared in front of the truck. There was a dot in the
center of the open blue planet. I stepped on the brake hard. The
dot grew until it was clear what it was. A flat space
"Where are we?" Bear asked
"Hell and heaven rolled in one.
Bear. This is the nonexistent space station: The Saint Thomas
named after the archbishop 12th century. You should read about
him. It's about the only thing you can do on these trucks
sometimes. You read or get read to by the computer on all of
these trucks. If you want to know how ask Stan."
The truck slowed down to a near
stop and a red light shone over head like a hundred lasers
converged to make one, the light almost solidified and formed a
runway in front of them. A truck shot out of the station along
the red runway the red light made in the distance. A green light
shone over head and a different noise sounded inside the truck,
it was slower than the first. I pressed on one of the smaller
buttons on the steering wheel and a screen rose out of the gap in
between Bear and me.
"Cole? Is that you?" There was the
deep and raspy voice of someone who sounded like they were on
their last breath.
"How'd you guess you old bastard!"
I found myself shouting into the screen at what looked like a
monkey covered in black hair that covered his pale white skin.
This man also looked more like a trucker than I did as his
grizzly face shone on the screen.
"Only you can go driving at a space
station at that speed and still stop with enough space to let
"Yeah, you going to let me
The green runway made of light
moved down and covered them.
"Why do they use this old fashioned
docking system?" Bear asked.
I raised my eyebrow and I glared at
"Because it's the technique of
pros. All truckers would use this as opposed to using the tractor
beam's pull in the modern docking systems."
We came to a stop in the center of
a giant hole inside the space ship. There were dozens of cargo
ships that looked nothing like my truck. Each were smaller than
most trucks and their colors suggested they were travelling
in-groups and there were about five different groups here
It took five minutes for us to get
out. We hovered for another five minutes before we entered area
with artificial gravity. The air wasn't as fresh or as clean as
the air in the truck and I found myself relaxing already.
There were people walking around
and others selling items from shoelaces, to horse shoes, to
technology, to other people. I walked past the stands until I
found a meat stand. I found myself involuntarily licking my lips.
I hadn't had meat in a long time, three months to be exact and
I'd regretted that last day. I thought the meat had a few days
left. I was wrong, very wrong.
I approached the stand and spoke to
the old dark haired woman who stood behind it. Hundreds of years
in the future and there were people still dressed like
"This normal meat?" I found myself
asking out of habit.
"Normal as it can be" The old woman
answered behind the food.
"Is this cows meat?" I tried again
slowly. I really hated speaking in codes.
"Where are the cows then?"
"Do you want it or not?" She asked
annoyed. I picked it up and sniffed it. If there was one thing
you learned in space it was that you always checked the meat
before you ate it.
Livestock wasn't in abundance in
space but people were. I checked the meat out. It wasn't beef but
it wasn't human meat either at least I didn't think so. I instead
I took two big fish wrapping it up and walking on after paying. I
turned and realized that Bear was nowhere insight.
'Oh Stan you're going to owe me for
this.' I thought out loud as I looked for Bear. I heard a
commotion and knew it could only be him. I found him standing
next to a group of woman and children in chains. Being sold off.
I felt pity for Bear but not for the people in chains. They were
unfortunate whereas Bear was just being pitiful.
"You can't do this, their people
too!" Bear shouted. Bringing himself up to his full height,
unfortunately his already impressive height and build was matched
by the second man who was clearly in charge of sorting out just
"You buy or move" The ungentle
looking giant said calmly savoring Bears righteousness knowing
full well, he was to break a human being's spirit today. Though
judging by condition of the people in their chains it wouldn't be
his first time. All around me the commotion of the busy crowd
slowed and I felt like I was inside Betsy watching the world move
slowly and safely away from my own life.
Though now thanks to Bear the world
had just hitchhiked without permission. This was the moment were
another trucker would be born into the world. A trucker of my own
blackened heart. All I'd have to do would be to let him go
through the beating of his life and help out after, just to make
sure he didn't die. I took and deep breath. It was what he wanted
right? To be a trucker. I'll come in at the right time and make
sure he doesn't die.
"Who are you to lock up and sell
you're fellow man?" Bear yelled.
"Ludwig" He grinned putting his
face close to Bear's. I could see Ludwig's fist clenching behind
his back. If Bear was lucky it would be one well placed sucker
punch and down he'd go either that or he'd get full beating. The
first punch would end Bear's side of the fight for that I was
certain. You never worried about whom threw the first punch in
real life especially if you planned on winning.
"I'm letting these people free.
Ludwig either that or I report you to the authorities." The
smaller man got up to Bear now.
"Authorities? On this whole station
have you seen even one?" he said to Bear.
"I-" Bear stopped when Ludwig's
fist came out of hiding and presented it's self to Bear's shocked
A newspaper wrapped fish hit Ludwig
in the face blind sighting him to Bear's uppercut. Like clockwork
it took a whole of two seconds for there to be pandemonium as the
smaller man took out a gun. It had the overall look of a typical
21st century pistol but I knew it was so much more.
Everyone around us ran away at the sight of it. I was lucky since
he hadn't seen the owner of the fish. I managed to get right up
to him as he turned his gun to Bear. I had one fish left that
wasn't contaminated by unknown hands and I wasn't about to waste
it. So my foot did the work as I stretched never before used
muscles to kick him in the head. I thought of Betsy whenever
something got in her way. This time my shoe was Betsy and his
The smaller man hit the ground hard
and I grabbed Bear's shoulders
"Get them free. I'll keep watch. It
can't only be two people watching over this whole lot." I shouted
as I pushed him away. I picked up the gun and pulled out the
cartridge out. As I suspected there was a cartridge that held
three large bullets I searched the little mans pockets and found
a smaller cartridge and loaded it. I did want to kill
"I can't get them free." Bear
shouted. I came up and fired at the chain two shots unlocked the
set of chains but didn't unlock the handcuffs. Some people ran
towards the wave of people running away. There were no real
authorities here and those who were here would be running away
with the crowd to group before running back. I was right there
were others too.
I fired over their heads and they
ducked into the waves of running humans.
"Everyone run!" I shouted as I
broke into a run. I couldn't win a gunfight with gangsters.
Trucks and gunmen aren't thing you here about any more.
I just hoped Bear remembered where
the truck was because I wasn't going to wait. I held up a thin
receiver from my pocket.
"Larsa?" I shouted into the
receiver. I only got crackling static. "LARSA!"
"What?" The same grizzly voice
"My newbie caused a pot of trouble
for me and I need you need make sure no one's in Betties
"Sound like trouble for both-" He
continued but I wasn't listening at all. The first of the
gunshots came ringing. I carried in sprinting. Ducking would only
slow me down and I needed as much momentum as I could get before
getting into the gravity free air lock.
The door opened on its own. I sped
up as much as I could and jumped into the gravity free zone. I
turned in the air as I lost control of my legs and my weight. I
twisted my body and turned far enough to get a shot.
Looking I saw that Bear and his
hero cause had followed me out and floating right behind me and
were in my way. I wanted to scream and shoot them all.
I'd hoped that they would have
spread out dividing the killers chasing me.
"Damn, get out the way!" I shouted
as I aimed at the gaps in-between the fugitives. I fired at the
first unfriendly face that entered the air lock.
Only to miss.
I'd slowed them down before they
got into the air lock leading to Betsy, which was better than
I got inside and closed my door but
just as I did a hand stopped the door. It was Bear. Followed by
"I can't believe you," I said
shaking my head.
"Sorry I had to do it-"
Gunshots rang and a bullet bounced
harmlessly off the door. The tenth person climbed in just as I
locked the door.
There was an explosion most likely
from a gun but it didn't do anything to Betsy. Though I knew it
would have done a lot to us if we had been any slower. The
thought of it pissed me off more than anything else.
It would be a while before I could
come back. Unless Larsa made the changes he promised to three
years ago when I'd been here last. He said he'd make it a human
only joint and try and clean up a little but not too much just
enough to keep the rich vibe. Stealing, fighting mugging and the
It would be something to see he
ever kept his word. I'd owe him when I came back.
Assuming, of course, that this
issue was over but it wasn't, not just yet.
There was one cargo ship that
pulled off followed by four smaller ships. Every ship ignoring
docking regulations to get at Betsy.
Betsy was hungry for action and I
wasn't about to let her go starving. The first small ship faced
us down and began firing energy shells at Betsy.
"Hold on this is going to happen
fast and it's not going to be fun." I hit full gear and the
steering wheel split in half. Now I was controlling two halves of
a steering wheel. Each half controlled the 18 movable jets on the
side of Betsy. All sides turned in one direction and surged with
power as Betsy charged.
The ship couldn't move in time and
was hit by Betsy causing an explosion. The cargo ship and the
other two ships moved out the way before following from
"Bear get you're self here!" I
shouted. "You caused this so now you're going to help me. It's
simple when I tell you to, use this."
I pressed a button and a steering
wheel eased it way out the side seat.
"You want me to drive?" The
confused halfwit asked.
"No! Flip the wheel!" I shouted. I
was scaring the people in the back but I couldn't care less. I
watched him flip the wheel as I myself turned the truck. The
truck became a ball of flame as we shot out of the atmosphere
again. The green light stopped but came back on as I turned
"Look I could out run them but
their not going to let me forget this and I'd rather not get
stabbed in the back or in my sleep. So I've got to sort this
out." I didn't look at him. "It's the truckers way."
We saw three other flaming balls
following us. I continued riding the edge of the planet's ozone
while making sure I could see them at all times.
"Okay Bear use the reversed pad to
aim. And fire. Do it while they're still fighting the atmosphere.
He fired back and as I expected
they didn't move away. One of the energy slugs hit the one ship
and nothing happened. Another bullet hit us then another as they
kept firing back.
"Five four three two one." I
"What happening to them?" Bear
gasped. He was staring at the lead ship. That area he'd shot
earlier was now bursting flames. It exploded and smashed against
the other ships. Only the cargo ship survived.
"What happened?" Bear
"Advanced trucking junior. The
thick armor on ships isn't for gunfights except maybe for
Betsy's. Anyway it's for a planet like this with a strong
atmospheric pressure. One tear in the protection and it breaks up
from the outside to the inside. What happened to those other
ships was dumb luck."
"Maybe it was a sign"
"Oh God. Did you hear that?" I
muttered to myself staring into the roof of Betsy. It was time to
bring this to an end. I'd been hoping to save up my luck for the
end of this run. Desperate measures right?
Slowly I took a u-turn and headed
"Wish us luck" I muttered.
"Remember that can comment I made
earlier" I said as the cargo ship came into view. The ship must
have known what I was thinking as it turned and ran away from the
planet and us. That pretty much meant shooting wouldn't help but
I had no intention of shooting. I think it knew that too, the
trucker wasn't a junior that seemed sure.
It was running away from them and
fast. Betsy was faster but if we missed we'd over shoot and
they'd get away before I could turn her around.
Betsy charged at the ship
regardless. The ship didn't budge from it's course until we got
close. I commended the driver in my head for keeping his head
under the circumstances. Betsy got close and he turned as I
suspected. I turned at a much sharper angle jackknifing in
If the cable broke it would be a
month before I fixed it but IF the cable didn't break then the
pull of the cable would pull of the metal back of Betsy like a
I missed the cargo ship.
Much to my relief, the side of
Betsy came at a sharp enough angle to catch the ship. It hit the
ship causing it to explode from the impact.
There was a heavy pull on the back
of Betsy's living area. I held my breath and held on tight as the
back of Betsy bent. There was another explosion and the Betsy's
side car moved slightly back again.
I'd done something very stupid and
it had paid off to the relief to everyone at the back too.
Heroism was frowned upon by most truckers especially, if one
trucker dies being 'heroic'. A dead trucker meant more jobs for
everyone else, even if you weren't in the same company. No one
looks forward to extra missions, ever. There were celebrations in
the back yelling and such with Bear yelling the loudest. I just
sighed and rested my head against Betsy and tried to
It took a week to patch every thing
up. Larsa helped too. It wasn't much of a fix but it definitely
enough to take us to our destination and bring me back to Sol.
Larsa had declined the eight hitchhikers but, which consisted of
two woman in their twenties and six children. Seven if you
counted Bear. Larsa came up on the vid screen to bid me
"You're good to go" Larsa said
"You sure you don't want to take
one kid?" I implored, he burst out laughing.
"Sorry but I've got too many
worries of my own. Try Sol he's always alone."
"Who's Sol?" Bear asked. There was
silence as both Larsa and I stared at each other.
"Never mind Bear," I said before
ignoring him. "I'll try Larsa. See you when I see you"
"Hopefully not too soon" Larsa
replied just before I sounded the horn and pulled off in the
direction of the space station.
A day passed and the remaining fish
I'd bought had gone missing. They'd eaten it while I'd been
fixing Betsy. It took more restraint than I thought I had not to
throw them out into space.
Space's beauty traveled past my
eyes in a wondrous blur. Only a few could see it. Out of pure
boredom I decide to teach the children Three caught on well. A
ten year old girl named Pan, and a six year old boy named Pots(I
couldn't make this up if I tried). I'd named the third one.
Karen, after my own mother. She was only six but smarter than the
It was the last day. I was glad of
it. I knew that the other kids would go on the station. It was
clean and good but their fates were not my concern. Right now I
had another concern.
"You I'm not going back with
"Look You can't do this. You were
an earth trucker weren't you? You rode actual trucks
"Well it's not the same, I hope
you've seen that. Everything you've seen now is nothing to what a
trucker sees in his life. These are jaded eyes.
I walked straight passed these
slave and you couldn't. If you'd been driving you would have been
dead by now. If you want to continue with space trucking I'll
recommend that they take you in military trucking but nothing
Bear didn't say anything. He was
taking it better than I thought. These kids, they must have known
that that was the ship they'd traveled on when it exploded and
they must have known that there were still a lot of slaves inside
but they hadn't reacted to them. There are certain, 'humanities'
you had to let go when you lived in space. They could be truckers
but not Bear. I could only hope Bear understood or I'd be
invited to his funeral too.
Karen jumped up and down on the
seat in-between Bear and I pointing at a tiny white spec in the
distance. It was the space station. The child was amazing, she'd
caught sight of it before I had. The other two pointed to it too.
Bear focused his eyes for a minute before he could see it by then
it was ten times the size of the spec we'd all seen.
I was done, it wasn't disaster for
Bear though, I thought to myself. I'd grown fond of Bear and I
hoped he took my advice.
There was no way the three kids
would want to leave this truck though. I shook my head as Potts
and Karen fought over my stuff as if it were theirs, something
that would have gotten most thrown out of Betsy. It had
The funny thing was, I couldn't
help but smile at the little bastards.
Stan owed me a lot for this.