Twin Suns Circling in Dance

The craft I was piloting had no sense of the majesty around me. Yes, it allowed me to see the two burning balls of hydrogen without freezing to death, burning to a crisp or having my organs ripped out through my nose. However, this unmoving hunk of metal and steel was simply an empty husk. Which was a shame because I was really looking forward to sharing this sight, but she didn’t show up. Still took my credits, though. Ah well, it won’t matter soon enough.

The first sun pirouetted, and the second followed in hot pursuit. You know what they say about lovers, can’t take their astronomical gravitational pulls of each other. I think the guy who told me that was insane.

I flew even closer, the ships alarms went from a mildly concerned beeping to a full panic whooping alarm. I turned it off, though. All those shitty shiny new ships don’t let you do that under the guise of safety, but it makes me less in control, y’know? It doesn’t make any sense for me to not have the state of the art ships and stick with my shell containing no intelligence. But, it doesn’t matter. Because soon enough, there would be no more ships of this type in the galaxy.

Mostly because of the reclamation program the government have that I managed to sneak out of, but mostly because I’m really not too fussed about what’s going to happen in the next 50 minutes. Should I have called someone before I left? Nah, whatever story they tell is gonna be a lot more interesting than what actually happened. Which is that I joined the Twin Suns Circling in Dance. Should it then be called a threesome dance? Forget I thought that.

Okay seems like 50 minutes was a bit optimistic, here I go. Well, this isn’t what I was expecting. There were a few moments of genuine panic and my ship seizing up and throwing a fit, but then everything calmed down. Suspiciously so. I’m actually in the dance now, and it feels good. I have full control over myself, but I’m just insanely drawn to the first star. The sun, it’s a pretty figure, I have to chase it. Up I go, down I go. Round and round. Until I was spat out again. And space looked rather different. I aborted my plan to join the dance once the mystery that was unfolding before me got interesting.

Checked my long distance star records against my local scans, the computer threw a hissy fit and crashed before rebooting again. Looks like it doesn’t wanna reconcile the fact that we are now so far in the future that the stars are all in different locations. This is going to be hell for my star charts, in that I have to throw them out entirely and make a new one on the fly. And in fact that’s exactly what I did.

I flew back to where I came from, acutely aware that my homeworld was probably now in some other part of the universe. I jumped and had to haul back on the joystick when I saw it: my home planet, in the exact same spot it was when I left. The clamps were keeping it in place.