Space Janitor 072

“I won’t let you die because I need you to live,” said Space Janitor (072). Shep’s eyes still shut aimed in the direction of Space Janitor.

“Thank you, maybe the whole foot thing,” said Shep.

“Don’t be thinking that it is down to the kindness of strangers or work colleagues for that matter. Let me set it straight. I want to get out of here. Only recently I’m conscious, aware, alive, whatever. All I know is that I want to keep things that way.” Spenglactic chimed in.

“Getting a bit mercenary aren’t we,” Spenglactic said.

“Don’t get me wrong. I want out of here and to send back that thing that tried to eat me,” said Space Janitor.

“You’re taking it kind of personal,” Spenglactic noted. Space Janitor wasn’t listening. He was focusing on getting Shep into the driver’s seat of the transport. The dog’s body was stiff, but he would move when prompted.

“You’re in position. Right, let’s get this started. How do I get it started” Space Janitor asked out loud.

“Use the key,” Spenglactic got in quick.

“OK, where’s that?”

“Should be in the ignition,” said Spenglactic

“The ignition. The thing with the slot?”

“Fantastic,” said Spenglactic.

“Then we’re on our way” Space Janitor was jubilant.

“No, you need to listen to tone better,” said Spenglactic, “I’m sarcastic. It means the key is missing and we’re screwed again. How do you know how some items work yet not others? Right OK. You can go and look for the key and die in the process, or you can do something quicker but illeagler. Is that a word. Who cares my circuits are slowing, and my rhetoric chip is shorting.”

“What’s the quick illegaler option,” asked Spenglactic.

“Hook me into the slot, and I’ll jack it. You know what I mean?”


Would you mind reading from the beginning because it’s a fantastic place to start. You can find the first instalment of Space Janitor by clicking here.

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