Spirit Street

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Maybe I am alone. I don't know. I spent the day investigating, which is all kinds of difficult. I don't want to waste caloris powering the suit's lights and basically anywhere out of the solar surf is in shadow. Then there's the animals. The roaches are adapted to living out here, little bastards have anti-freeze for blood or something like that. They're the size of rats and colored like Christmas beetles. Imagine ambulant jewelry that'll eat anything, even caloris. Even their wings are adapted to catching the solar surf. They're why I keep all my stuff locked up. A fire caused by one of them cracking a crystal could destroy an entire section of the wreck and all the salvage possibilities with it. Though mainly they feed on the fungi that grow on the sunside bulkheads.
The squids were bred to hunt the cockroaches and whatever other small animals might be lurking around on a tweenship. They're what causes that smell like gunpowder you get on most vessels that ply the 'tween. They're hungry little buggers and eat the roaches as fast as they can breed, sort of friendly too. I've got three that follow me around, and I've named each of them after their scars. Yeah I know it's lazy. One is missing the tip off one of his tentacles so he's named 'Lefty'. 'Bruiser' is slightly larger than the others, about a yard long and covered in scars, probably from fighting other squid. Then there's 'Patch'. He's lost an eye.
Maybe it was roaches that ate the tape. Maybe there's no one else out here. If there is, they're avoiding me for some reason, best not to be worried about. Reckon I'll just be careful and see what happens.

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