Asteroids made for nice enough naptime entertainment, but
Henry wanted more. He had already tramped through the Perseus Arm of the Milky
Way Galaxy and along the ridge of the Cygnus.
If there was life among the stars, he was far from finding it.
Moreso, in moments, he was going to be reduced to fumes, his energy signature
consigned to flicker forever; solar winds were disrupting life support.
The red Jell-O-colored plasma bug which photographed
Henrys asphyxiation chirped enthusiastically into his cellcom. The
guidebook, for which the critter had spent ten entire abalone shells, a
magnates fortune, had neatly directed him to interesting locations along
the galaxys Orion Arm.
The beast, a champion hunter of two-legged forms, had gotten
lost at the Kuiper Belt and was now in orbit near Eris. Yet, the little
monsters tracers had detected Henry. Moreso, his electromagnetic
equipment was indicating a grand cache of big game a few clicks over.
Boasting rights crazed the fiends podmates. He
couldnt wait to show them a carbon print of his successful safari.
Unfortunately, while he was preparing his proof, Henrys ship was
destroyed by an interstellar tidal wave.