The Contraption Trap. Part 1.

When I'm poor, I mean really, poor, a certain unwilling happiness comes over me...

I mean, here it is. And I'm waiting for nothing to recover. It is here and so am I. This shell is not done breaking through. I'm a liberal man at heart, but still I'm not here enough to let what I know shine through...But who cares, really? I can feel it and I can breath so that's all I need to know. Breathe easy is what everybody told me what to do. So here I am. Running after that lusty pride. Creeps me out. Makes me feel worthless like a hangover with the craps. This boat in space has an even keel. It's balanced and under it's own power, it feels right. I don't need to shout orders anymore...
Lets's flow out there. I'm gonna lay down in my tube and feel The Travel lift beyond the culture. Feel it. Feel it on hardcore. Don't be upset. Don't feel wrong. Be in touch with your outborn humanity. I'm a wrestler out here, feeling free, being born hard. It's not hard. They made me go, and not you. No hard feelings, but I'm not ready for this...

I am defrosted, for once. The ship they put me in, it's pretty big. Not the biggest, mind you, but pretty damn big. It's got an organic feel to it, that's how they make ships these days, but there are still a lot of hard angles on it. It's beautiful, really, all gray where it isn't silver and red, a spattering of dark windows covering its dark surface.
Like volcanic bubbles, the support pods eek from the primary skin of the ship. Each pod anonymous, but all serving a direct purpose. In my tube, I head for the biggest of these support pods- the habitation pod. Somewhere in that bulk is my bunk. I look to my left and see the five main gunnery pods. Each of these contain really big guns powered by the engines. Or so the brochure on my lap says so.

(Basically I want to know one thing- Is it a pain to take a shit in zero-g? -ed.)

Under the brochure, the poem I wrote in the waiting annex:
I'm in the Comicbook hungry zone
Feed me in and the chaos that
ensues,
I want to be complete
in the interim time period.

Crazy ass time nodes,
thirsty for blank answers,
My blood
waits
waits
waits...

But it never gets there.
Not for any reason.

So, put on yer baggy spacepants,
zip'm up.
There's a retention bar over there.
Hook it in and hold on tight.

I'm gonna land soon, gotta twist some knobs...