Its that time of the week again, we’ve had baking sun for literally days!! Now we welcome in the rain and gloom again, Fucking England. So thank God for Rochelle and her merry band of Friday Fictioneers who populate this corner of the internet; Kudos to us all.
Credit to Alicia Jaamtas, great photo, that shed must be at least 25 years old!! Its time to get cracking so .On My Marks…
Photographs from the satellite had revealed angular, not organic structures, on this, potentially the most habitable planet. Christ we needed it, we’ed fucked Earth totally.
So we zoomed in, in and in, until we could zoom no more. And then we sent them down, the landing party (we sent the less fertile, less attractive just in case).
And then this photo, a deserted hut, no smoking embers; these folks had been gone a while. Poking around revealed a cache of handcuffs, some fern oil and a masses of perished rubber tubular dildos.
Thank fuck we’ve got enough fuel to move on.
There we are, 100 words on colonising the universe whilst trying to avoid the mainacs. Enjoy