Some of us, whom you call 'ROB's' have few restrictions placed upon us. This time she spoke from the left but there was nothing when I looked in that direction either. However I had much more immediate concerns than staring at the stars. Without the atmosphere and all the pollution thrown in it in the last century to distort the sky, the sight was incredible. I snapped my head in that direction but all I saw was endless void and the sparkling of distant stars. Are a bit different from most ROB's I've read about." I stated in a barely audible voice.Ī soft snort came from the right. Yeah, after reading a lot of fan fics, especially Self-Insert ones, I was probably more genre savvy then most about this sort of situation. "I am sure that you are already aware of the answer to that question."īeing a lurker on the Spacebattles forums and other sites where fan fiction was being published, I had an inkling of what she was talking about. Silence reigned for several moments before I received a response. ".I'm not dreaming, am I?" I asked in a meek tone. I had a sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach. My second, considering where the Freedom and its pilot usually wound up, smack dab middle of big trouble and even bigger battles, was to pinch myself once, then again. It quickly faded into the distance, but not before I could recognize its general shape and coloring it was the bloody Freedom!īeing a fan of all things mecha, not to mention most Mobile Suits, my first reaction was that of utter glee at seeing this splendid machine. It shuddered and in the next moment a giant robot flew past me. My eyes were suddenly assaulted by a brilliant flash of light and I was standing on the bow of a large, oddly familiar red spaceship. I began to sincerely hope that this really was just a dream. Somehow I could feel that she would prefer not to force my hand, but there was a sense of foreboding when I thought of disagreeing. Well there are ways to ensure your cooperation one way or the other." She said in a voice which had become as hard as diamond. I would prefer that you comply willingly but. I am afraid that I can not afford to give you a choice at the moment, I require your services. I had no idea then how significant that was. I could feel the emphasis she was placing on the word 'long.' As if it was especially important in a context I did not get. "I've been looking for someone like you for a long time, and I mean long!" Declared the woman. Say what?! In my opinion conscription is usually not a good thing, especially if you're the one whom gets shafted by it. "So, if I am not dreaming, then what's happening? I just became superman on steroids and now can ignore the vacuum of space, not to mention that I have not yet boiled alive?" I quipped. Not getting close to enough sleep is not fun at all. It was my dream after all so why not have some fun? What's the worst that could happen, me awakening? Granted, considering the insomnia I was suffering from lately that might be a bit of a problem. A figment of my imagination is speaking to me. You are not dreaming!" Chirped the female with a tingle of amusement in her voice. My elation was short-lived, mere seconds after I comprehended that I was still alive despite the conspicuous absence of a space suit I reached the obvious conclusion that I was having an especially vivid dream. I tried to turn my head and see whom was speaking, in a vacuum no less! But despite my efforts I was just floating in place unable to turn around and see who or what was behind me. "Nice view, isn't it?" Asked a pleasant, female voice. After all, just floating in orbit without the luxury of space suit is usually fatal. It did not register to me that by now I should have died from decompression. At the time I just stared at the beautiful, blue marble I was facing. Those pics floating around the net have nothing on the real thing. If you've seen pictures of the Earth from orbit, you'll know that it looks magnificent. In fact, I was floating in space with my jaw hanging open in stunned awe. If you are wondering, no it was not an empty void. One moment I was at work, guzzling coffee like there was no tomorrow and trying to stay awake after a night of insomnia and then, just after I closed my eyes for a moment I was. For those of you that do not know how this particular kind of cluster-fuck starts I was lucky (or unlucky enough depending on your point of view) to catch the attention of a Random Omnipotent Being.
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