Space privileged: A short Story

The holographic monitor started to beep, in warning of a detour on their trajectory, due to some other spaceships debris. It wasn’t loud or blaring like it was five years ago when there was an immanent attack or potential run in with a space pirate. It was just a couple of beeps in succession that needed pilot approval.

Unfortunately the pilot was in the kitchen area deciding what to eat, there was chicken bake shake and spam masubi shake. The ship came to a slow halt on the trajectory. But the pilot couldn’t be bothered this was an important decision that needed to be made; what was his pallet in the mood for this time. The holo-screen on the shake dispenser was wide and see through and as he picked his meal, it was the spam masubi flavored one. It dispensed in a metal cup and straw. He picked up the drink-meal and started to consume it. He lousily walked over the haul of the space ship and sat down in from of a huge wide window where he could see the gigantic amount of debris that was blocking the way. No wonder the ship didn’t just self approve the detour, it needed to be manual. Good thing it stopped where it did, at times the computer system on board can be a bit finicky. He typed a few commands and pushed a few buttons to engage the manual pilot mode he sat back down in a chair in the middle and from the dashboard of the space ship a flat section slid open and a w shaped wheel on a game like joy stick came out. He pulled back and the ship moved slightly backward. This needed to be with care a precession, and harder and it would have jolted to far. He placed his drink-meal into a near by cup holder and used two hands to steer the space ship to the right and going up over the debris and then over it. Navigating over the debris it could be seen that this was another consequence of a battle that happened here, it could not be said how long ago but most likely due to the war of the galaxies as the closets planet was Midra and was a key contender in this battle. There was so much debris in this section of space; a good chunk of time that was used to navigate it all.

When out of sector of floating remnants of an uncivilized society throwing a tantrum. The auto-navigation was enable and the drink-meal was grabbed again to enjoy. The pilot leaned back in the chair, turned his left wrist over and flicked his middle finger with his thumb to bring up a small floating screen to interact with, cued up a saved playlist of lo-fi and searched the inter-galact-net for a a bit as the space ship continued its course to Quartos, the vacation planet.