10 Light-Years to Insanity by C M Dancha

Author:C M Dancha [Dancha, C M]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2019-05-05T04:00:00+00:00

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A couple hours after settling into the captain’s gyro chair on the bridge, the Earthling felt the first pains in his lower abdomen. He didn’t pay much attention and took for granted it was normal digestive gases. After all, he did some heavy-duty partying on Ziptowtheon the night before. God only knew what liquids and foods he put into his body during the festivities. The last thing he remembered before passing out was the free-for-all debauchery enjoyed by every party-goer. He was sure the parties he and his buddies held were every bit as wicked and fun as the ones Caligula sponsored in ancient Rome. Plus, staying intoxicated helped him forget Beth.

Over the next two hours, the pains increased and moved from his lower abdomen into his entire stomach and chest. Soon his back ached like hell. It felt as though he lifted heavy weights all day. So much sweat ran down his forehead he could hardly see. He found an old rag and wrapped it around his forehead to sop up the salty drippings.

He didn’t know whether to stagger to the bathroom or stay on the bridge and hope the pain subsided. Either way, he knew this illness wasn’t going to leave as quickly as it arrived. This wasn’t food poisoning or a minor upset stomach. He was down for the count. He would have described his symptoms to a doctor as a combination of pneumonia and the flu.

He thought about calling his co-conspirators on Ziptowtheon to see if they were sick. It was worth the risk even if Morg might wake up and come out to the bridge during the communication. As it turned out, he didn’t have to worry about that happening. The pain became so excruciating, doing anything other than moan and groan was impossible. He finally passed out after promising God to be a good person if He would only end the pain.

Something woke Morg from a dream filled with bizarre places and beings he never met. The only thing familiar about this dream was it involved another mission he was unable to complete satisfactorily. Ever since childhood, all his dreams had the same basic theme. He was involved in a mission or event which needed a hero. He volunteered or jumped at the challenge only to be thwarted by some minor inconvenience. He never saved the victim or himself. He was so close each time; within an inch or minute. Sadly, he never made the grade of hero. Frustration was the only thing he ever accomplished in each of his dreams.

There was a slight difference this time after awakening from his dream. He felt too crappy to be frustrated by the outcome. He had a tough time lifting himself to a sitting position in the gyro cot. He had a splitting headache and aches and pains radiated throughout his endoskeleton.

Yandans didn’t have sweat glands. Toxins discharged from their bodies through the same filter gills that removed noxious gases from the air they breathed. Morg forced himself to stand and walk over to a wash basin.

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