Webbready

I’ve decided to go into another direction completely for my next excerpt, which is less than what I had previosly written. I’ve decided to write a narrative for one of my older, bad Star Trek inspired ideas, one that I had intended to be campy fun after a rather serious beginning. However, despite envisioning this in my mind, I’ve found it next to impossible to actually begin putting the words together. If you want to see what I have so far, then you may read on.

Vessel #2A2B6I propelled itself in the void, surrounded by an endless cloak of cold darkness. The spacecraft flew along its predetermined course as bilssfully unaware of its new destiny as the occupants inside the technological cocoon. However, these individuals were not lifeless passengers encased in slumber, patiently waiting metamorphosis. Instead, this pair of travellers was awake, tending to the various displays aboard the ship.

The man caught a glimpse of his appearance in one of the surface, but paid no mind to it. His face was like that of the Primoids they were destined to meet, a rather hairless face with lips, and a nose shaped more like the beak of an Avian rather than that of a primate. Indeed, he would have easily passed for one of the aliens they were sent to study had it not been for the large, folded wings that jutted from his back and the fat, floppy antannae dropping from his head. He cast a gaze at his Mariposan wife as she pressed a series of keystrokes. In body she was the typical Mariposan, lithe, fair in skin tone, with wings the color of a rainbow draped across her back. She too looked similar to the aliens they were supposed to encounter, although her body emitted a faint glow. The divergence their two subspecies had taken had differentiated them substantially, yet it was clear to any obersever that they were more similar than they were different. This was made all the more clear by the three words the woman said next.

“I have conceived.”

She spoke the words suddenly, plainly, as though it were nothing more than a fact. The man inwardly laughed at her Mariposan stoicism, and soon the woman began to laugh as well, except her laughter was audible. The man joined in with her, the realization of their hope filling them both with a delirious euphoria. Soon they found themselves in each other’s arms, their chests heaving from the forced breaths.

“Morphine,” he said aloud, then spoke to her with his mind. When a man and a woman set out on a journey and bear fruit, it is a sign that the journey will be a success.

I didn’t expect it to be so soon, she answered telepathically. It is said good things come to those who wait.

“I have never heard of that saying,” he joked through speech. It was difficult to joke through telepathy. The communication of minds was not like speech, a masquerade of words, sounds, and movements to approximate meaning. Rather it exposed emotion in its naked, rawest state and allowed for neither confusion nor falsehood. Jokes required the veil of social mores to be effective.