This Bird of Paradise

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:40pm by
Edited on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:40pm

255 words; about a 1 minute read

Alas a glorious memory to walk these halls, this simple mansion in the skies, it conjures such nostalgia that I am teary speaking these worlds. I only hope I can bring this old bird of paradise as much joy and vigor that she has given me. These old bones have spent the last days, since being brought on as a alternate craft pilot, walking up and down, remembering when I was first stationed on a Constitution class, breathing in the artificial air of the cargo bay, which for me was as fresh as flowers. To pilot something once again with knobs and switches, oh no bloody beeping screens and artificial light-buttons can compare. Even this log, looking at this screen, is what I remember in those great old days. I piloted the ship’s shuttle craft and once again I could feel a floor rumble. The bloody new ships, so sterile, so comfortable, be damned! I would have preferred to be a helmsman, to spend my days zooming this bird across the infinite black, but a shuttle craft is a good place to start. No doubt none here know how to push those wagons like I can!

I am not disturbed by the fact that everyone on this bird of paradise is so young. They do give the Mary Rose an energy I have not felt in years. Besides, I know that our ship is as old as I, a resounding cheer for this old Constitution, may I never set my feet on earth again!

 

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