(Posted on 03-20-2001)
I was working at Area 51 one day.
I was installing gravity amplifiers on one craft that had a large array of weapons on it. On my lunch break I was talking to Bob (A.K.A. MARTIAN 5472) about his home planet. He was telling me that there were much better worlds to live on than Earth
and with a few minor tweeks the FR517 (the ship I was working on) could take me there.
I told my boss that the ship needed testing as soon as possible and he arranged a
test flight later that night. When it came time to fly I planned to steal the craft
and join what Bob called the rebellion. I got into the craft, started all the systems,
did the rounds and then... I FLEW THAT BABY FULL SPEED OUT OF THERE! THERE WAS NO WAY
THAT THEY WERE GOING TO SHOOT ME DOWN!!
After a week of flight, I reached Spica, my new home, or was it...
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