Dr. Ricardo Sanchez was a genius, some would say the smartest person in the galaxy. His achievements in sublight propulsion technology, antimatter containment and generation, and physics earned him multiple Nobel prizes, but those meant little to him. In fact, very few things meant an ounce to him ever since his daughter disappeared 9 years ago. Now, only three things interested the guy: alcohol, teleportation, and aliens.
He was in his lab on the Torus, the fortress he designed and built for the USF (in exchange for unlimited resources and booze), when his wrist buzzed. He looked down at it and felt the most excitement he’d felt in 10 years. The X-team! They found one!
He dropped everything and ran to the transport that could take any level 7 clearance personnel anywhere on the Torus. He stepped in and took off.
The loop stopped right outside General Thane’s office.
He stumbled out of the cramped pod… fucking hyperloop always makes me dizzy... and walked over to the General’s door.
“Good morning Doctor!”
“The generals not in right now, but she’ll be back soon!”
…goddamn that girl is always too cheery…
He took a swig of his flask. “I know. Don’t worry she…” ~hiccup~ “…called me.” He said as he entered the door.
He pulled the book on the shelf. War of the worlds. Ironic. The bookshelf slid aside and he stepped into the elevator. He pressed up and the door closed. The elevator started traveling up.
I wonder what it’ll look like. More than likely nothing like us. Could be anything. Could look like a goddamn rock that’s breathing. Huh. We’ll see.
The elevator stopped and he stepped out. He saw a relatively small ship of a design that made no sense unless… holy shit they’ve finally caught up and made one. A FTL ship. He coulda made it in a day. In fact he once had one, but it blew up on reentry. But they don’t need to know that. There were 6 heavily armed guards behind General Thane and… nobody else.
“Alright Linda why’d you interrupt my Irish coffee?”
“Well Rick, they told me to call you, so I did.”
A gangway lowered and a girl sprinted out with it, screaming and gave a giant bear hug to the General.
Both of them started crying. “Thank god you’re alive! What happened!?”
“Well mom, a fleet of alien ships came and I saw antimatter energies increase so I -hic- evacuated the station.”
Captain Xu stepped out next. Finally a familiar face. And what followed was better than the drunk doctor could have imagined. A glorious alien beast. The 6 guards trained their heavy cannons on it. Dr. Ricardo ran up to the gangway but Xu stopped him.
“He’s a prisoner of war. They attacked us.”
“He’s a prisoner… does that mean!?”
“Yes. You get to interrogate him. But one more thin…”
“FUCK YES.” Today couldn’t get any better!
That all changed when the next person stepped off the gangway. He froze in his tracks, staring at the very last person he’d think he’d ever see again.
“…umm, Hi Dad.”
Imani. He dropped his flask. It bounced 3 times on the steel floor and stopped, spilling the last of the precious liquid all over the platform.
If you’re forced to go shopping with the family, at least negotiate being dropped off at Barnes and Noble for a couple hours. I was clearly unsupervised. The lady at the register said, “Well, it looks like you found everything you were looking for.”
I am so far beyond excited for this album and to have so much new music. Thank you for just being you Taylor @taylorswift, and thank you for inspiring me to keep pushing through life no matter what people may be saying about me.
“The original novel [Dumb Witness] was dedicated to her [Agatha Christie’s] own wire-haired terrier - ‘To dear Peter,’ it read, 'most faithful of friends and dearest of companions. A dog in a thousand.’ I felt exactly the same way about the terrier in our film. He captivated me from the moment I set eyes on him. The little dog, whose real name was actually Snubby, became my dear friend. [..] My now ever-expanding fan club wrote to tell me how much they enjoyed it [the episode], so they also told me, the sales of wire-haired terriers shot up exponentially after it was shown for the first time in March 1996.” - David Suchet, Poirot and Me