He peers at the night sky, so many stars to look at as he sails toward them.
He owns the sky, the atmosphere and beyond. He is now moving away from the planet and drifting silently out into the darkness. He will glide and weave his way through the stars. He considers snapping on the great beam, mounted above, spraying light out into the blackness of space and illuminating floating debris. He asks himself, are asteroids an issue here? He knows the perils of colliding with these great orbiting pieces made mostly of metal and rock. He’d heard stories of ships being torn apart.
He stares into the void, moving faster and faster…
His torch flickers slightly, bringing him back to reality and the annoying business of getting the cat in.
