No Need to Argue

13:00 Hours, Dark Horizon Sector, Vanus Constellation

We’re traveling to the Nexus to transport a fugitive we captured just before the space quake.

“Quiet Down”, I say, reaching for a light pen to check our prisoner once more for signs of hacking.

“But of you’ve chosen your path, and what’s more you’ll see it through to the end. COUNT ON IT!”, yelped our passenger in maniacal scree. “The formula has been discovered and it cannot be-”

CLAP!

“That’ll teach him.” I say, wiping the now unconscious prisoner’s sweat and skin off of the back of my palm on my uniform.

I’m driving. My partner is puffing a cloud of checkered digital vapor from his optical cigarette and laughing a slow, growling chuckle while blasting his phasor into the streets filled wi-

“Waaaaaaaaake UUUUUUUUPPP Haaaarryyyyyy…” “You’ll Miss the Buuussss”, calls my mother, Fiona, from downstairs. Another long day in the insect mines…