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Created March 12, 2025 01:28
Space Travel is Boring
Chapter 1: Space Travel is Boring
My muscles twitched in what threatened to become full on seizures. The mag-stims, metallic bands around my skull, lifted from my head and stimulated the wrong areas of the brain on the way up. My stomach lurched, and I held down a gush of vomit in the back of my throat. The mag-stim bands finished retracting. The feeling passed.
The unpleasantness was a small price to pay for 12 hours of vague, artificial pleasure. The memories had already faded; I couldn’t quite remember what the device had stirred in my mind, except that I had kind of enjoyed it. The high grade stims were reserved for first class passengers and I envied them. I pulled my neck to one side, and then to the other. I was rewarded with a series of satisfying cracks. I hated Spring Airlines. Their seats didn’t recline and they wreaked havoc on my back.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving shortly at Huacheng International Airport. Please securely fasten your seat belts and notice the no smoking sign.”