A soft and sunlit story of a water ship operator, headed home with a full tank for the whole planet. An ocean-sized tank, made of just enough membrane to carry from one planet to another, plus a small gravity gun. A small quarters for resting and navigation controls, and some mild amusements. Passing radio signals and a canvas-sized viewscreen to look at old masters. The operator, an ensign in the navy, spends most of the days (sun times) reading aloud to the ocean and sometimes illicitly dabbling toes in the water. Most of the nights (shade times) imagining how much the world will be the same and trying to hold back from eating all the desserts in storage. [Buy]
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Posted by Dan at March 24, 2009 1:36 PMThat is seriously the perfect description of that A&M song. Also, I now want to be a water ship operator.
Posted by: Lindsey at March 25, 2009 11:18 PMTake me to that water-ship and throw me off the side. I'll swim home without breathing. Fantastic.
Posted by: Mike at March 31, 2009 5:42 PM