A lime is as flexible as a truth, she thinks– as she bends it,
and squeezes the pulp into her ale.
Such things should be done with limes.
She ponders– forced to be a telepath to her own rationales, because they duck and hide behind her desires like wall-breaking interdimensional species.
Finally, she catches her heart, tasting the pulp of her thoughts.
Truths be, she wouldn’t give a frellin’ frack for a lesson from a noob, let alone a shilling. Cubits and credits were to be spent on grog, mushies, or even food cubes before wasting them away on daggit drivel, even if the learnings did pass on the secrets of the holograms and helixes that fascinated her so.
Not even the almighty hammer of Thor could drive a wedge between her and the warrior’s path. Time and space already wrote her story long ago. ‘Tis but one of many possibility, but it is the one she made her own.
She will captain her fate with a sword or saber, not a pen.
She is a pioneer.
It is her providence, and as such– she will squeeze the possibility from every corner of the galactic frontier, and add its flavor to the brew of her life.
Such things should be done with tomorrows.
- Gobbledegook
- Geek
- Galactic
