How to Unruin Your Life Days Later

I’m one lucky son of a glitch.

After New Year’s Eve, fans hit the shit. My girl booted me the second I got home, she was so ridiculous. I’ve been staying with my moms, sleeping on the couch because they’d just turned my room into their art studio, with real paint and canvases. (Really moms? Are you trying to be hipster?)

Without a ship, I would lose my freelance job at UniversePress, and stay stuck on Earth for the rest of my unnatural life. I know, that’s whiny. I’ve been avoiding the webs to keep from whining.

But yesterday, I got a ship thrown at my face.

One of the people I rescued—a human named Prisma—called me on my allapp and said she could replace Blazegaze as a thank you. She said she wanted to get rid of it anyway, that it was no big deal and that I did much more for her. I felt a little guilty just taking it, but I didn’t say no either. Now I can keep my job and go travelling, so my plan isn’t completely ruined. But that’s not the best part.

The ship’s a 2986 Manta Ray. Who doesn’t want to travel through space on a 2986 Manta Ray? Small enough for a small crew, fast enough for a fun manual override, and oh mans is it not the sleekest thing you’ve ever seen. Only upgrade would be a TARDIS.

Reminds me: Momma was watching a video the other day of this oldold movie she liked, and there was this random TARDIS in the background. It wasn’t even a sci-fi movie. I asked about it, and she said it was a police box, like those oldold telephone booths, but just for the police. That makes nonsense. I know us humans used to be kinda fail back in the oldold days, but why would someone decide to make a police box look like a TARDIS? What’s up with that?

Anyway, I have a Manta Ray.

Only problem now is that my girl still hates me, which means I’ll need a new engineer. And a pilot, until I can get my license reinstated. DSV dug into my allapp records and saw my alcohol levels at the time of the crash. They weren’t happy. So ridiculously ridic.

I’ve posted ads on three different newsites asking for beings to tag along. Considering how eager my girl and I were to fly around in a bucket, finding someone willing to live in my new ship should be easy. It’s not newnew, but it doesn’t look like it’s gone a day in space, no scratches or scuffs. It has hella lightyears on it, though, being how old it is. I can only imagine it was run by OCD robots. I’ll ask Prisma about it.

So the plan’s back on. I just need to find crewmembers. Preferably ones that don’t hate me. I’ll need more luck for that, if I have any left.

Only time will tell, as it does.