Galaxy Joyride (11 ratings) by Maria Biemiller
Page 2 of 2 How many more could fit and still breathe? Spock set out to hook some more
customers, but these wierdos didn’t appear to be selling anything.
The "displays" included some old movie posters, and a glass case full of
Star Trek collectibles, even an old metal lunchbox. They also had some hokey
old computer equipment with signs like "gravity adjuster," and "navigational
directory." Uncle Skeeter might have gotten a kick out of this, but I was ready
to move on.
Spock reappeared. "Please sit down. We will now start the film," he said.
"Everyone must fasten their seatbelts before we can proceed." The old guy
walked the aisle, checking our seatbelts, just like a movie stewardess in a
disaster movie. The greaseball needed to be told again.
"Please watch the television monitor," said Spock. Our eyes shot up to a TV
hung over the driver’s seat. The lights flickered and died, leaving us in the
total blackness of outer space. After a pause, the old guy began to speak.
"Your home planet will no longer be the Earth. You are being relocated to
another planet in the next galaxy for the advancement of mankind."
Donald Vasquez laughed out loud. I wouldn’t have chosen him to relocate
with, I know that.
"Where’s the movie?" asked the one with the baseball cap. I’d never seen him
before, but he was cute. I thought he must be new in town. I found out later he
was only visiting his cousins, the Millers; them, I knew.
"There is no film," said Spock. The lights came on and hurt my eyes. The bus
had vanished, leaving us in a round room, in what looked like a real
intergalactic vehicle.
"What the-"
"Do not be alarmed. Everything will be explained to you. When we arrive on
your new home planet, you will each be given a one-year course of training to
assimilate to the new environment. You will be very contented there, and will
not miss the Earth at all."
I pawed at the seatbelt holding me down, but it wouldn’t budge. "It would be
futile to attempt escape. There is no atmosphere beyond this chamber," Spock
said.
A beautiful green planet came into view on the monitor. I felt calm
inside.
Now, my one-year internship is finished. I will tell details of that
internship later on. Now my assignment is to travel back to the Earth to
recruit more humans. We will need many more of them to colonize Amborella.
After this experience, purple lipstick didn’t seem so important.
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