Here's the final part.
"It's hard to think with all of this-"
"Noise?"
"Gravity."
It wasn't that John didn't like gravity (well maybe appreciate was a better word), he just wasn't a fan of it. Thunderbird Five had what he liked to think of as a balance: a more likeable balance.
So, he was a slightly clumsy person at times, prone to tripping over his own feet (or others) - and being a victim of gravity.
Thunderbird Five let him choose. There was nothing he could trip on, nothing he couldn't dictate, nothing he couldn't see and no one who bother him. Yes he was a peaceful person, but some people did get on his wick. Luckily none of those people consisted of his brothers, little less EOS. She was the closest companion to himself he would ever get. After all, he had created her and there was little closer you could get to perfect.
It sounded easy enough. After all it was just…
"Physics - couldn't be simplee."
…but was anything truthfully ever? To his brothers, saying physics was simple was as good as asking them to bake something edible.
Nonetheless, he was the last resort now. Only he had the last remaining inch of success within his grasp and – if International Rescue's motto was anything to go by – he was not about to let that slip away, even if it meant a slight struggle. And when he said slight… it should have been more like fight.
There was a reason he didn't like gravity. It was very tying, held you down, where as drifting was perfectly free and easy.
"My subroutines are killing me."
"Begin docking manoeuvres. I'm just gonna' drift for a while."
Who needed gravity anyway?
Thank you very much for reading. x