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 I decided to see if I could write 52 stories again! |
| To be continued... Chelsea Mae stared at the screen in disbelief! "No!" she screamed. "I hate damn cliff hangers! Why do the writers for 'Academic Zed' do this?! Nothing wrong with tying up all the story arcs! Now I have to wait till next month for the new update." Her roommate rolled their eyes. "So? You know they do that to keep people invested in the game," Tina said. "It's the way these online anime RPGs works. If it was just the Gachapon and pulling for characters that would be so last century." An alarm went off on Chelsea Mae's phone. "Dammit! I gotta go," she said. "My boss needs me to pick up some groceries." She picked up her hot pink messenger bag. She was speed walking across the threshold when Tina called out. "You sure are moody for someone with hair that matches your bag." Chelsea Mae didn't waste time yelling the traditional response of "Shut up!" Tina and her always exchanged insults when leaving their shared living space. Kind of their way of bonding. She didn't even like the disguise she was wearing. Still it helped her blend in. Nobody expected the girl with the cutesy student vibe to be a smuggler. The ship docked in the cargo area. "Interstellar freighter now pulling into Port C lock 29." A dated yet traditional synthetic voice announced. Automated delivery drones whirred as they plucked packages from their storage containers. One broke from formation. It carried a parcel almost the same size as itself making it hover slowly in Chelsea Mae's direction. "Please use your verbal pass code," it demanded. "Oki koto wa ee koto da yo wa ne!" Chelsea said. Why her boss insisted on using old Japanese proverbs was beyond her. She wished she could just say "I'm here, give me my package!" Still, it did fit with Chelsea Mae's cover story. "Passcode verified," the drone beeped. "Here is your delivery! Enjoy!" The box shook and hissed as she caught it. What the hell was in there?! Usually boss just had her smuggle in contraband food and the occasional artifact to sell on the shadow marketplace. Chelsea wrangled the ungainly thing so her pouch covered the top of the container. The vibrating stopped, although there were some infrequent, raspy noises from within. "Shut up what ever you are," she begged. "If I get caught we're both in trouble." A smug deep voice spoke behind her. "It helps to not talk to your package," it said. "Star Force Special Investigator Driggs. Put down everything slowly and step aside." Once the large, bag draped parcel was safely on the deck, Driggs carefully pulled off the bag the creature inside squealed and shrieked. "I don't—" "Shut up! I'll deal with you in a second." Driggs pressed the release button on the box. A reddish brown blur the size of Chelsea Mae's beagle rushed out. The Star Force officer snatched it up. Its hundreds of legs waved in protest and its mouth parts clacked together making a noise like a whip. Driggs held it up at arms length and inspected it. "Well this is a surprise," he said. "A live Infernum serpans! These are a class N hazardous invertebrate. Did you know what was in there?" She watched the centipede like creature wriggle in undulating motions. It made her skin crawl like the darn bug was walking on it. "No," she said. "Wish my b-bos-boy friend had told me what he was sending." The space cop stared at her trying to use his Smart Lenses to gauge her micro expression. "Right, since you weren't aware of the contents I'll let you off with a warning." Without hesitating he fired several shots from a bolt gun into the struggling, insectoid life form. Its gooey innards splashed all over Chelsea Mae. She stomped off without retrieving her bag. Once she was out of hearing range she began ranting. "Damn space cop," she grumbled. "Probably meant to get that thing's guts all over me!" Not long after she began airing her grievances, a message arrived on her cerebral chip. Chelsea Mae groaned. The boss only used this method when he had something to reprimand employees for. She sighed as the auditory signal began to relay. "You drew too much attention to yourself," the distorted voice said. "I'm afraid this doesn't look good. I was really counting on that Infernum serpans reaching me alive." Chelsea Mae rolled her eyes. "So?" she whispered. "You can just get another nasty-ass bug! Not that big a deal." "Not a big deal?!" The boss was so loud Chelsea Mae thought she might get a nose bleed from over stimulated neurons. "I spent years arranging the arrival of that specimen. It was worth more than your pathetic life. I'm afraid you'll be terminated." A surge of electrical activity dropped Chelsea Mae to the floor. She twitched and foamed at the mouth. Her eyes bulged as they stared off at nothing. Soon a swarm of medical bots declared Chelsea Mae dead. |
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