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"Until when we'll remain captives for this empty space?"
cried Svetlana, holding her statuestique chin with a lovely, maniquered hand.
"For as long as the honeymoon trip decides!" Answered her husband, Adam, who absorbed some fun from the long-going, unexpected trip that the destiny threw at them; sending his glances at plumbing stars with light as perfect dresses, or to a bunch of meteors racing their way up that hidden time-and-place web that sets the entire curtain of universe.
Lana exhaled, rolled her eyes.. or dare the speaker say, her hexagonal velvet gems. Then and in an accent only those who experienced utter boredom could obtain, she exclaimed:
If only I chose the sweet destinations in the daily newspaper.. Athens, Thailand.. such antique and nature friendly places. We missed the chance of being there, therefore I missed them despite one can't miss what he never had.
With his eyes fixed on the dashboard, and mocking tone already inatalled to his tongue, Adam replied:
Well, here's a valuable friend of nature, and it's the founder of every existing antique object, with no objection. But hey! You, as a singular, were the reason we're lost here.
The woman inhaled in objection, then spat a fact:
Ever since our marriage was done, our hearts became one, with promises proving so, there is no "one" describing anyone.
-Fine, you described us as captives so there's no point of our unity.
-Oh be optimistic, honey!
-I am, because we are moving in an airless area. Optimistic and proud! It's even better than my fun snatcher office job at NASA.
-Yup! See? pros are forced up the throat of cons! At least here you won't suffer from repetitive computer stuff, far from the elite experts who clap in front of giant screens streaming remarkable appearances of the fastest man and woman-made mechanic!
Silence emerged, and Adam didn't conclude that truth bomb. Instead, he mentioned what shared the captivating status, as a form of more positive remarks.
"Asserting us with endless energy thanks to its.. nature, we got a star attached to the flag!"
"Even better, that energy loves to be prone to turning to steam, changing its color to green, and going straight, or being forced to go straight, to the front of our ship, hence being an internal shield, wow! Gas 'n' shield!".
It was true. from the drift of the ship, like eroded sand, and it swimming without control in the void of space, the couple found no better solution than modifying their purchased honeymoon-trip ship with "Aspacia", a star that makes any mechanic it touches too rich, forever rich, to need gasoline.
And so the movement kept going from "uncontrollably" to "almost aimlessly". And as the breadwinner in that once said: We're a blown dandelion, and we must gather our flying parts together somewhere.
All comfortable nerves, the two had love as fuel, and hope that doesn't get dry, and a ship that broke physics or maybe the earthling economic system!
If any, there was an argument, but it was one of those mutual gravel-tossing that could not be by simply shutting up.
"Holy jolly time! Honeymoon on the moon, what an idea, dear!"
"What? would you rather be at some island distributing your glimpses on hot chicks in bikinis, only to disrupt that rhythem insanely, acting as such?"
They reached Lonsdaleite infected area, Carbon blinded all over and up over the living, deflowering, planets.
To them, it was a sign to fulfill their treasure hunting instict. why not, when the shiny things seemed as if they're a harem of "playprostitutes", tempting its visitors.
-Whoa! Lonsadleite! Easy money, catch it! Commanded the woman.
Being not less eager than her, Adam hit the nitrous that aroused thirty medium-sized rooms (not engines, just empty rooms that devour the star energy, which is god-level green) to weaken any sign of friction, just like how it weakend gravity until it became dull. And Aspecia's speed bloomed.
Accelerating in a way their bride and groom days did, the wife and husband, like children hunting butterflies, caught "fourhandful" of the meteoric diamond, covering them with gleeful smiles as they invaded the moon.
At that moment, it appeared. The truth appeared and let go of her veil. The treasure had keepers, or more specifically, planners.
A wave of petrified, mobile space dwellers ran at their direction, as if they were, by their rushing forward, targeting saviours of some sort..
Purple, tall humanoid creatures approached the half-stunned couple; for their astonishment reeked of horrific expressions that occupied those visitors' faces. It fits well for a horror movie screenplay; horrified strangers coming close, and close, and metres dwindling to centis..
But the move that ruled was the approaching.
When faces faced faces, and toes were to toes, one of the aliens expressed with "malfunctioning" motion: Hooray! All hail the comers! All hail the comers!
And of course, the comers couldn't help but wonder what else they should adapt to..
Adam, acting stupid, asked:
Sweet home indeed, but why all the thrill for our newcoming?
Hissed another alien: Any outer individual is a key for our misfortunate, locked by a hard lock, finally arrived fate!
The newlyweds exchanged questioning stares, but the ones who earlier everyday sacrificed their comfort zones and never failed whoever demanded help, would also never fail the needy aliens.
So in one voice, the two inquired: Then how we're supposed to do our job as key? Oh I mean as a one key.
Happily, a folk whom hope filled him to the fullest aimed his stretched arm, buds-spikes covering them, towards a far planetoid planetesimal, shaking that shanking cold atmosphere causes.. shaking that doesn't need a factor, but what was the factor, was there a factor? A phantom maybe, no need; for it to occure or to stay still in shadows.
For a collaborative voice, all hyped up, declared:
We have lost the secret of life!
A simplifier simplified: replace "secret" with "sourse", and the force shall bounce to the conclucions.
Like a shooting star hitting very specific points in the moon, the newlyweds realized. They're not the key that have to look out and dig locks, they are the key. They have the key.
-Aye tsk, makes sense, every sourse of energy belongs somewhere..
-Guess it's where the petals gathered up!
Swiftly, the aliens reclaimed Aspacia from Aspecia's orchestrated and waving despite void flag, through the gate of the couple who played melodies of self denying, humming softly with their steps.
"Here" the one declared, "reclaim your right".
And with dominant right hands, the aliens claimed their right.
Since humans they are, expression on faces were smelled by the aliens' radar, and so a heartful question leaks glimmer of genuine care, a prolific tree of good intents embedded in one sentence of a wood, was heard:
Why no glad, instead of happy happy?
Adam and Svet instantly wept tears, then explained it all.. the decicion -no regret- that ended with honeymoon directed at the home of moon, followed by a crises, solved by a drifted star.
The aliens would never ever allow such honesty to go with the wind the path their solar star did, so they suggested help; either by a temporary charging or hostipitality 'till alternatives' propinquity..
However, the crying facials turned to smiling ones, as the one went:
Thanks you, but no. We have another option that won't cause more trouble for your honors, the wind that drifted the star is a force. I refuse to believe that the entirety of space lacks air. There got to be something that pulled your extraordinary, spectatular pentagon fuel gemstone.. we'll search for it, mystery faded!
"Ah true! a sail is an old yet effective method! Best of luck! But.. why were you crying then?" Was in return.
"Because.. how tears will still locked up when the goodbye hour arrives?" Was returned.
Harmony and love rained generousely, and the couple went to the unknown by the expanding and extending helps they got. The flag turned to sail.
And that sail drived, relying on reversed gravity technique thanks to mini-magical substance they had, hopefully finding the wind.
-Sugar free cup of tea, darling?
-Nope, not my cup of tea.
-We learnt and explored an upper class values today.
-Best honeymoon trip we may have in our marital home!
Mouthes closed, swiftly getting closer, eyes closed, paranormally contacting, and like a young flower, the lips opened, allowing the love-hungry tongues to hold as if a knot, and to dance as if lovers.
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