Join the new world

As George strolled away from him, Major Trite once again shock his head in wonder, wondering if Pumpkinette would be accompany him back to the Main Moon base on the return from Midway station, which was still weeks away. Part of the space sled’s command structure, Major Trite none the less had no duties until the return trip, but was aware of the discrepancies emitting from Pumpkinette’s residence container, obviously he had used his weight ratio allowances on compressed oxygen, not nearly as speculative as the hogs that Major Trite now had on his hands.



It was a Monday morning when it started out in the temperary administrative container, as George strolled through various field space test with the rescue android making the trip out, with him serving as the guinea pig, the others about joked with each other that George had a new wife and son - the rescue android’s advanced diagnostic tool box like assistant, at first George happily took the ribbing, but as his contraband pure oxygen containers leaked further and tilted the balance to almost pure oxygen in his quarters, the loneliness of space travel combined by the stress he had to endure before securing his berth, finally lead him to believe that he was hearing.

A combination of oversight’s in the rush to Mars, the sled’s complex systems where prone to leaks and loose connects, these systems are be put to there designed use once delivered to the intended distentions, not always a direct course. the crew busy looking not only the other way when warranted but also after there own interests, only find time to work together once under way above the Moon. Now weeks out, George’s behavior still doesn’t make any sense but at least the culprit’s leak has been identified.

Hippo and Limb, as George called the android turned wife and assistant child, now would look after his recovery. Would he so easy recover from the rifts he had caused, to some it would seem an easy excuse, too much oxygen in his space, while outrageously funny to some, to others, George jealously guarding of his android woman was just antics of another spaced out lunatic.



Finally, only after Major Trite promised to cherish George's adopted son’s artwork - George had spent furious hours programming art concepts in his assistant child - which had popped out George’s triumphant parental pride certificate he called art, oddly the work bench like child scurried away immediately and George agreed to let his wife examine him - only once he was assured of there privacy.