It’s been three days since we left our savior. Mr. Johnson was an interstellar module mechanic with an unusual hobby: Adventure. In the short time we were together, we heard great tales of his many sidereal sagas and heroic exploits. This man had fought off cannibalistic aliens as he repaired the broken down vessel of one of his best clients. He had narrowly escaped several black holes while delivering parts to the furthest reaches of the galaxy. His stories were punctuated with what he called ‘ occupational hazards ». Navigating through everything from chaotic asteroid belts to acid lakes inhabited by unknown monsters, nothing scared him nor stopped him.
Our meeting, he explained, was pure chance, as he was in the area simply to stock up on spare parts. In this case meaning the scrap metal that made up our robot captors. He burst in laughter, explaining ‘ what is practical is that they are never out of stock ».
This man was not afraid of anything, a fact that inspired great respect. Unfortunately, despite his extensive travels, he was not familiar with our solar system. He did, however, tell us about a planet of scholars where we might find some answers.
To be continued on Saturday, October 8
I will not be Capped feat. Bobby Johnson by Xewin