February 21, 2019
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.
"Right so, let me explain it one more time," Fuznat said as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "So in the film, there is a cyborg assassin guy, yeah?"
"Yeah, yeah?" Bibi leaned forward. Fuznat could not tell if she was generally interested or if she was just taking the piss.
"And the assassin guy is called The Terminator."
"Yeah! I get that!"
"Right, and in astronomy, the line between the dark and the light side of the moon is also called the terminator!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! So just like how in the film the Terminator is chasing Kyle and Sarah, you could say that we too are being chased by the terminator."
Bibi suddenly jerked and turned around in horror, panning the barren terrain. "Cyborgs! where?!"
Groaning, Fuznat laughed and shrugged. This is gonna be a long night. "Alright, that's enough messing around. We need to get moving again."
"Right, bro. I'll check the weather, you pack up camp, yeah?" Bibi approached the telescope. Optisear, 2055 model. Oldy but goldy. She directed it right at the Earth and peered through. Even in it's current state, the spheroid was beautiful. Glimmering oceans of blue and a mess of craggy landmasses jigsawed together. It was hard to ignore the giant crater where the other fourth of the planet used to be, though. When the anti-matter bomb detonated, there had been no explosion. Everything had just started to gently drift off into space instead. The apocalypse had been pretty chill, but it was still an apocalypse. Bibi focused on the area of space between them and the Earth now. She could see the edges of debris outlined by the sun's shimmering light.
"Looks like we got another scrapstorm coming, Fuznat. I give it 30 hours."
Fuznat had gathered up their belongings and loaded them onto the frictionless trolley. Last but not least he picked up the Ion Lantern. That beautiful piece of technology kept the air breathable and provided the warmth that kept off the chill of the lunar nights. Unfortunately, they had no such equivalent to combat the blood-boiling heat of the daytime. Once the Ion Lantern was secured he turned to address Bibi. "Think it's worth going raiding?"
"We don't really have a great track record."
"True, but maybe we'll get lucky this time." The scrapstorms result in tonnes of resources drifting down to the lunar surface. Stone, bricks, blades of grass, doors, toilets, chairs. None of it had really been worth taking with them, except for a cache of ancient compact discs they had found. They were over one hundred years old, but thanks to the miracle of backwards compatibility, they could still watch them!
Just before departing, the two gathered around to consult the map. Bibi pointed to it, the teal graphene gloves she wore quickly flexing to accommodate the shape of her pointed finger. "We're not too far from the equator," she stated.
"No," Fuznat replied. "We can't risk it."
"If we could board the Moon Train we'll be well away from the terminator in minutes."
"But what if we run into someone else? What if it's went all Mad Max or The Purge on us?"
"You've been watching too many of them films."
"And you've not been watching enough!"
"They could help us."
"They could kill us." This wasn't the first time they've had this conversation, and Fuznat was getting frustrated. "Look, we're doing just fine on our own. I care about you. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt."
Bibi pulled him into a hug. Fuznat could not tell if she generally cared or if she was just taking the piss. "You're right," she whispered. "Let's not fight. Siblings gotta stick together. We'll head away from the equator and find somewhere to wait out that scrapstorm, yeah?"
"Ok. I'm sure we can find an abandoned research lab or something," Fuznat replied.
"And perhaps we can watch one of them films?" Bibi asked.
Fuznat's face lit up. "Yeah? What'cha wanna watch?"
"How 'bout Trainspotting?"
With a laugh Fuznat pushed her away, breaking their hug. "Ok, well played. Maybe one day we'll check out the Moon Train, but we gotta be careful." Together they set off, singing and laughing and reminiscing about old times. The frictionless trolley glided in front of them, literally doing all of the heavy-lifting for them. For the first time since the end of the world, it felt like the Sea of Tranquility lived up to it's name.