Sheldon Frank wanted to see something beautiful.
Beta Beta had long since lost her charms. Craggy peaks of ice like teeth and glittering snow held their share of pleasance, but there was only so long one could look at the same frigid, airless landscape before longing to see something else, something warm and, well, breathable.
Low station had never held even such a fleeting visual pleasure as the frosty rock it was screwed to. It was aptly named–Low Station–and always smelled of shit. Sheldon didn’t like using the word, but that’s what it was, truly. Shit. Literal feces. Low station processed the sector’s human and alien excrement. And the ass-end of the galaxy was no place to meet your end.
It may have turned out differently for Sheldon if he’d heard the proximity alarm. But, he didn’t. As it was, through his own grunting and sweat, he didn’t. All he could think about was how he couldn’t stand digging holes, and how he wanted to see something beautiful.
“A strato-room,” he said to himself, pausing his work and closing his eyes. “And a real girl with tits.” One of the swanky ones. The hotel, too. He could feel the sheets, see the clouds outside the window, smell her skin like salt and candy…
^^^ The first few lines of a new work in progress. I’m actually happy with them. For now 🤓
Sick as a dog. Going to bed. Wish me a speedy recovery.