All I can remember was I was watching the Telly… I just came back from my dull minimum waged job. Pushing forward to the Christmas Rush. What a bore!
Ohh… How tired was I…
It was …. or was it?
“, “Here I was, jammed straight to my fab, surrounded by servers, gaming consoles and boxes over, with a huge plasma screen in front of me.. enjoying what is left of my joy in life.
Gosh I thought. Must I work this hard to give 40% of my effort to the scandalous government and another half of it going to my ex-wife! What am I thinking? I live off a basement in a 3 storey building where the ground floor is a Chinese Takeaway shop called Fortune Delight. The toilet,shower,basin in a small six-by-four cupboard. No kitchen. o�nly a single window to the outside world; seeing people walk by in the busy streets of River Medway Pavillion. I sleep o�n my racks of towering PCs which I use to host my Gaming bots; o�nly with a three-inch thick foam mattress without any heating whatsoever, illuminated o�nly by a single 40 watt bulb! What did I do to deserve this life?
I slowly wandered off into the twilight, and all I heard last …. was a buzzing sound. Must be from the heat exchanger I thought, ….’beeep…..beeep…..beeep…….beep,brip-pip-beep’ … Must be a server overload and nah..forget it …it will reboot itself. I need my sleep. I’m o�n double shifts again.
Bright lights….and all dark… Sirens everywhere, of the ambulance and fire engines screaking away.
Silent. All of a sudden, it was silent.
Was I dead? Is this the after life. Should have added more money to the charity box and the power meter I thought. But I wasn’t moving. Yet I feel no hunger. As if I was floating about. A blue sphere. Like the structure of the Protons and Electrons with it’s epochs circulating em.
Darn! Next time no more having those cheap Chinese Ginseng wine with Redbull. Yet… I napped off.
A smile. That was all I can remember. A friendly smile. Like of my little angel of joy. If I am going to die….let her have the best in this world; or so I thought.
Could this be it? Of the after life? All wearing something a gymnast will don? And that smile. A friendly face.
‘Dok Kepas Keas Na’
Huh? What was it saying? But I could understand it. Somewhat like of Klingon would say from Star Trek. ‘Don’t Get Up’
“, “0″, “108″, “8″, “azrin”, “These arethe vovages of myself oÂn board the Universal Nebular Station (UNS) Slipstream XPress.
I have no mission. I don’t want to seek no new worlds, nor of being a hero.