Seven of Nine

Mister Remeat Trashy Space Opera

I was standing on the bridge of the new ship that the library had built for us as per Dallas’ specs. It was a stupid design. A saucer mounted on a long neck to a large body. Two long shafts protruded diagonally out from the back sporting these things he called “nacelles”. They didn’t really…

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Racing Through Space with a Giant Space Face

Mister Remeat Trashy Space Opera

I opened my eyes and, there she was staring at me, again. I sat up and rubbed my face. “Why do you keep doing this? It’s creepy.” “I do not sleep,” she said “in fact, ‘sleep’ is a rare thing in the universe in general, and I find myself endlessly fascinated by it. “ “Don’t…

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