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—I don't get this. Why do we have to take those tanks to the ISS? There's no space for them. What are you NOT telling me?
—Sorry. That's classified. Just take them up there and let the specialists do their job. Just look the other way.
—What? I can't do that! Tell. Me.
The Commander liked this mission less every minute. Those tanks were, among other things, mobile bombs. And fusion power sources. Mixing these things with that damn creature is not safe… #WritingPrompt
There was a man who seemingly couldn’t die. He had survived numerous accidents, each with odds of one in ten thousand, including a ride down Niagara Falls, four plane crashes, a gas explosion at the factory where he worked, and several minor disasters with more than one survivor. After the explosion, he was fired and lived on a small compensation from his company.
When two mysterious devices landed in the middle of nowhere, inspecting them seemed impossible. Satellite images and long-range shots from planes appeared pixelated or out of focus. Several helicopters that approached the devices crash-landed, and every drone that came near disappeared from the screens. Clearly, this was a job for “Niagara Steve,” as the media had called him years ago. The army equipped him with a handgun, a camera, a radio (not expecting any of these to work within a two-mile radius of the devices), and a jeep, which he gratefully accepted.
At a distance of a hundred yards, he stopped the engine and turned off the radio to silence the static. He got out of the jeep, leaving camera and gun on the passenger seat. He slowly went to the the devices. A ramp descended, and he stepped up and entered. Seconds later, the devices vanished in the sky.
“WELCOME ABOARD. HOW DO YOU FEEL?” said a voice in his head.
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
“HOW DID YOU LIKE IT DOWN THERE? DID YOU MAKE CONTACT WITH THE DWELLERS?”
“They’re nice, but a little boring. Quite good at statistics, but lacking in imagination. Most of them, anyway.”
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When Toothbrush was old enough, Modem Song took him to see the spirit casks.
"The Old Tribe made spirits work for them. There, in the white tower. Then they put them in these casks. The spirits are still angry--feel the warmth? They give anyone who gets too close strange diseases. This symbol is an Old Tribe warning. There's good hunting here in the winter, but don't go near the casks."
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