The Pilot

So I met my pilot today. I wish I hadn’t.

Her name’s Zeux, and she’s a Pharllus, AKA big skinny smurf. Pharllus are the ones known for their jaw-breaking foods, temperature preferences, and technophobia. She’s one of the overtly religious ones, and even said to my face that robotic implants should be illegal on Earth. Downright outlawed. She says she can “tolerate my presence,” so I guess she can’t be that bad, but I feel like she won’t understand until she loses an arm. It’s like she’s offended by my existence. Am I supposed to stop existing before her hell freezes over? 

It could be worse, I guess. Some Erigak clans have serious cases of raging homophobia. I know because I got into a fight with one as a kid, as in a fist fight. I can deal with a technophobe, but not a homophobe. I love my moms too much to hear anything against them. I’d rather someone bashed me for hooking a chunk of metal on my shoulder than judged Mum and Momma for nonsense.

Anyway, I only need Zeux to drive to her solar system, and then we’ll dump her on her home planet Dzhchalf. (How do you pronounce that?) It’ll take about two months, and by then I’ll have my pilot license back, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I’d have picked someone else out, but I still want to leave by the 13^th. Most pilots have their own ships, so I haven’t gotten many offers. Unlike engineers. I have four hours of interviews tomorrow for those.

On a brighter note, I named my ship today. It was called Asimov, which is berzonk, and it didn’t mean anything to me. I like ship names that mean something to you, because then the ship means something to you. That’s why I’m calling it The Escape. Makes sense, amiright?

It was either that or Salvation, and that one’s just bad. Plus Serenity’s way overdone these days.

I’ll try to update on Friday once we’re out of the Milky Way. Assuming my arm doesn’t scare off all the engineers, too.