Ok, so I'll take as general reaction that whoever found out didn't bother my character in the first few days. So, here's the next part, 1 of 2
about his return to earth.
Day 8
“WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP !...”
I turned and shut down the ending song from Gokudo, and at the same confirmed that my alarm had rang at the right time.
It did. It was now 1 AM in Montreal, and I was ready for descent.
“Spot, you ready ?”
-Wirrr- I took that as a yes.
I looked around before saying go. Seviel was reading something, as was usual, the rapid scrolling of a Fanfiction.net page as proof. Raviel seemed to be working in C++, so I expected he was once again building his game. All in all, everything seemed normal.
“Then, Black Spot, you are clear for re-entry one lane 1.”
-WIR-
There was only a moment of varying gravity that spoke of our acceleration before it normalized again. I dressed up, getting ready for the trip earthside. Compared to the previous days, I’d have a lot to do.
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I landed an hour later in the Cote-des-Neiges cemetery.
Why did I select that place ? Easy. It’s the first place I found where Spot could get close to the ground in the city without potentially damaging a building. It would also fit him for quite a while.
Not to mention that people appearing / disappearing from a cemetery would quickly be classified as ‘delusion’.
My goal was simple : I’d borrow a supermarket shopping cart, fill it with trash, and drag it back to Spot for consumption. Lather, rinse, repeat. I’d keep at that until the sun came up, at the very least.
I’d try to gather some broken electronics all the while. I could use a few more components for my next experiments, and I had quite a bit of success with the broken stuff. I’d leave any blenders I found, though.
Part two of my plan would have to wait until stores opened, but that was later. First I had to feed my puppy.
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I was eating breakfast after giving Spot what I hoped was a decent enough meal, when a truck passed right next to me and gave me a near-uncontrollable urge to hit myself in the head.
Specifically, it was a garbage truck.
I’d been thinking of ways of making money while in space, and here it was, a solution to both Spot’s hunger and my financial issues.
I’d get in the trash business.
Specifically, I’d offer a service cleaning up landfills and other such places for a price. Since the Government of Canada had once given a 52 million dollar contract for cleaning up a single site (I’d checked on the internet), I was pretty sure to run a profit at the very least. And Spot hadn’t gotten any issue with his morning meal, which at least contained two used car batteries.
I rushed back to Spot, and had Seviel find me on the internet the list of governmental and private landfills in Canada, along with their E-mail addresses.
By noon, I already had replies.
And by four, I had a 10 o’clock meeting Monday the 30 with a company in British Columbia asking about a demonstration.
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.
about his return to earth.
Day 8
“WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP ! WAKE UP !...”
I turned and shut down the ending song from Gokudo, and at the same confirmed that my alarm had rang at the right time.
It did. It was now 1 AM in Montreal, and I was ready for descent.
“Spot, you ready ?”
-Wirrr- I took that as a yes.
I looked around before saying go. Seviel was reading something, as was usual, the rapid scrolling of a Fanfiction.net page as proof. Raviel seemed to be working in C++, so I expected he was once again building his game. All in all, everything seemed normal.
“Then, Black Spot, you are clear for re-entry one lane 1.”
-WIR-
There was only a moment of varying gravity that spoke of our acceleration before it normalized again. I dressed up, getting ready for the trip earthside. Compared to the previous days, I’d have a lot to do.
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-
I landed an hour later in the Cote-des-Neiges cemetery.
Why did I select that place ? Easy. It’s the first place I found where Spot could get close to the ground in the city without potentially damaging a building. It would also fit him for quite a while.
Not to mention that people appearing / disappearing from a cemetery would quickly be classified as ‘delusion’.
My goal was simple : I’d borrow a supermarket shopping cart, fill it with trash, and drag it back to Spot for consumption. Lather, rinse, repeat. I’d keep at that until the sun came up, at the very least.
I’d try to gather some broken electronics all the while. I could use a few more components for my next experiments, and I had quite a bit of success with the broken stuff. I’d leave any blenders I found, though.
Part two of my plan would have to wait until stores opened, but that was later. First I had to feed my puppy.
-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-
I was eating breakfast after giving Spot what I hoped was a decent enough meal, when a truck passed right next to me and gave me a near-uncontrollable urge to hit myself in the head.
Specifically, it was a garbage truck.
I’d been thinking of ways of making money while in space, and here it was, a solution to both Spot’s hunger and my financial issues.
I’d get in the trash business.
Specifically, I’d offer a service cleaning up landfills and other such places for a price. Since the Government of Canada had once given a 52 million dollar contract for cleaning up a single site (I’d checked on the internet), I was pretty sure to run a profit at the very least. And Spot hadn’t gotten any issue with his morning meal, which at least contained two used car batteries.
I rushed back to Spot, and had Seviel find me on the internet the list of governmental and private landfills in Canada, along with their E-mail addresses.
By noon, I already had replies.
And by four, I had a 10 o’clock meeting Monday the 30 with a company in British Columbia asking about a demonstration.
-People may die, but ideas are forever. Je suis Charlie.