Galactonauts

 

 

"Have you bought the tickets yet?"

 

"Well yes... but I'm still not sure."

 

"About what?"

 

"About this! About what we're doing."

 

"It's the chance of a lifetime!"

 

"I know, but... I'm not sure I trust it."

 

"What is there not to trust?"

 

"The technology. How they're going to get us there. Since the funding was pulled, I just... I don't know."

 

"Are you a rocket scientist?"

 

"No."

 

"Exactly!"

 

"What do you mean?"

 

"No one is anymore. Rockets are obsolete. So they had to come up with a new technology - a better technology!"

 

"What makes you think it's better?"

 

"It's bound to be. It's simpler. People can understand it. People like you and me, non-rocket scientists, can understand it."

 

"Have you forgotten already?"

 

"What?"

 

"I used to be a rocket scientist."

 

"So...?"

 

"So I understand rocket science!"

 

"And look where that's got you."

 

"What's that supposed to mean?"

 

"Where do you work now?"

 

"At Tesco's..."

 

"My point is made."

 

 

 

 

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Only 7 days until launch!

 

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Getting very excited!

 

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Katy Perry's shoes are ridiculous.

 

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Health & Safety pack arrived.

 

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Is anyone else having problems with BT?

 

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Last minute purchase: factor 500 sun cream! (did I pack enough underwear?)

 

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Does anyone have any tips for space sickness?

 

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Just had another "to-do" with hubby.

 

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Feeling a bit... you know.

 

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Excited again! 3 days till launch!

 

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All packed!

 

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Arsehole... :(

 

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Seriously considering going on my own... :( :(

 

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Launch day tomorrow! (husband not included)

 

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... is enjoying her final earthbound piece of cheese on toast... :)

 

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CU on the other side!

 

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Cherile Trashker drank a strong cup of coffee, sent a text to ex-rocket scientist hubby Kal ("have a nice life") and set off for the launch station...

 

... which was a field... with two trees... and a giant elastic band stretched between them.

 

"It's just..." said Cherile.

 

"Amazing, isn't it?" said the man with the hat with the triangle on it.

 

"Well..."

 

"Welcome, Mrs Trashker, to Phase Two of Project Spacefling!"

 

"I'm not really..."

 

"Are you ready to make history, Mrs Trashker?"

 

"Actually it's Ms..."

 

"What?"

 

"Never mind... where's everyone else?"

 

The man with the hat with the triangle on it (and the mustache) grinned like a man on a car insurance advert and pointed up.

 

"Oh fu..." - before she knew it, the man with the hat was strapping her onto the slingshot.

 

"Do you have any sun cream, Mrs... Ms Trashker?"

 

"Factor 500."

 

"That will have to do. Remember to apply some before re-entry."

 

"Okay."

 

"And a helmet?"

 

"The email didn't s-"

 

"Never mind, just take a deep breath."

 

"What?"

 

"You'll only be in space for 35 seconds."

 

"Hang on, I'm not sure I trust-"

 

"See you on the other side, Ms Trashker!" said the man with the hat with the triangle on it and the mustache, as he finished pulling back the slingshot to the full extent of its stretchiness and sent her flying off into space.