It is always exciting to be sent a story from Lackington’s Magazine, and here we have one which would not let me go. When the image revealed its form, I felt like I’d miss the glow of the nest. It’s one instance where the image came fully formed and it was my task to give it form.
I just could not stop until what I was seeing gave me the same feeling reading the story did. It was an invocation of the looming unknown unlike anything I’ve encountered.
DAY 5
Securing a berth on the Cressida’s maiden voyage is a lottery win, Asa said.
She’s not the first ship to leave the cosmic shallows around Earth, of course, but she’s the first with an all-anthro flight and med crew, and non-suspended civilian passengers. If all goes well, the Arete and the Hippolyte will follow in kind.
We’re still taking in this new situation. We suppose ourselves adventurers, though we’re really only along for a ride. Asa disapproves of my cynical framing. He’s right. It is an adventure. (But of a passive variety I must insist, if only here.)
DAY 10
We are experiments, too, it seems. Cargo to be monitored and studied as much as everything else aboard this ship.
We were outfitted prelaunch with implants to monitor blood sugar, blood pressure, pulse ox, hormonal shifts, and a gunnysack of other physiological factors. They’re fairly nonobtrusive. Neither Asa’s…
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