Disclaimer
As you may have guessed I don't own FLCL or any other copyright I may inadvertently infringe, depending on my mood I may write in a lot of stuff I do own but I'm sure you'll be able to tell the difference
Space etc Chapter 2: realisation
(Crap name I know but it's the best I could think of)
Naota's mind started functioning, but he didn't dare open his eyes, there was still a vague part of him that hoped it was all just a very bad dream. One by one he started to sense things. He was covered, not by his usual thick duvet, but by the flimsy material of his own cloths. They certainly weren't doing much too either keep the heat in or the cold out. The next thing he noticed was how hard the surface he was lying on was, it wasn't his usual springy mattress. The final straw came when he started wondering just what his head was resting on, the realisation that it was his own right arm bent under his head brought with it the knowledge that he was totally fucked, and not in the good way. Even worse, as memories of last night flooded his head he realised why it felt so bad, he remembered that he had met a lot of people in the bar last night and had spoken with a good few of them. He also remembered that more often then not the conversation contained the line.
"You're from earth, cool man, hey let me bye you a drink, welcome to the galaxy man, cheers."
Or at least one a lot like it. Obviously even if his brain wasn't in his head, even if it couldn't be damaged he could still suffer hangovers. Naota cautiously opened his eyes and saw the same room, tables, chairs and a long bar, Naota had come to think that there was very little else to do in space to keep yourself occupied other then drink, most of the sights he had seen last night supported this theory. Finally he decided to bite the bullet and get up, he didn't have anything else to do and he was uncomfortable enough to be certain that he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. Accepting that things were probably going to be weird for a while and that he might as well just relax and try to enjoy it.
The first thing to do, as he saw it, was to work out where he was, how far from earth he was, and how he could get back to earth. It was his fond hope that he could find someone who could answer these questions.
As Naota understood it most of the people who lived on these stations were doing jobs that didn't need to be located on the planet surface, for instance, products that required a person call a helpline for assistance seemed to have there call centers and operatives in space, a lot of things were manufactured in space and then exported to the planet. There were also researchers looking at the effects people living in space had on space and sociologist's looking at the effect's living in space had on people who were living in space, the fact that they did this while living in space themselves really boggled Naota's mind. The stations, or at least one in this chain, also seemed to serve as a service station. Offering fuel, rest, repairs and whatever else to pilots and there crews as they passed by, the rarity of these stations made there services pretty expensive.
With those thoughts he took to the, for lack of a better word, streets, trying to find someone who could tell him about what was going on. He hadn't walked half a mile when he felt a faint tap on his shoulder. He looked up, a youngish man, maybe in his mid-twenties, as Naota reckoned time at least, for a second they locked eyes, he raised his hand and gestured for Naota to follow him, turned and walked away. Naota, more out of sheer curiosity then anything else followed him to a quiet corner, away from any activity. Before Naota could ask what everything was about the man said.
"You're the earth-man with the gift of N/O, yes?"
Naota could only nod dumbly.
"Good, look, I got a proposition for ya. There are only 2 ways off this chain. One is with the regular government supply ship that isn't due for 3 more weeks, the other is getting in with a private crew on a private ship. And you don't want the former, trust me."
"Hu."
"The poles of the sphere are near hear, it's these that house the equipment needed to transfer things form one unit to another. How do you think they do it, with N/O portals. Only artificial ones though, that's why they can transport so little at a time, for real N/O you need living complex tissue, and what better then brain tissue."
"I thought that because of the N/O my brain wasn't in my head so how could its tissue be a factor?"
"Well, the brain helped to generate the portal in its formation, and the N/O is still wired into your brain, wherever that is. Why else do you think that what came out of your brain was influenced by your emotions."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause you're an N/O portal, it's not common to be able to do it but I've spoken with enough of them to know that it's the same for all of you. Anyway if you leave with a governmental ship they'll put you to work, transporting big, uncomfortable things through your head, not just that but they'll do experiments on you, they'll try to figure out how to make artificial N/O as strong as living N/O."
"Why do they want to do that?"
"Who knows, there motives could be good, open up travel for all planets of the galaxy, or at least the ones they govern, ok the crews of ships, not to mention those who build them, loose out but it's a small price to pay. Or the motives could be bad, they might want to take over all of the peaceful worlds, not to mention the world's that aren't peaceful that there already at war with, using N/O to move great army's and weapons, even to make plaints disappear. I'm offering you a way out, I'm offering you passage on my ship, it's in the commercial dock on unit 1. In exchange for some help along the way we'll get you back to earth. Just follow me."
He turned to go, but before he could start walking Naota called after him.
"Why, why are you helping me?"
"Simple, there are so many hostile life forms out here that there are very few people you can trust In space, what it all boils down to is that us earthlings really should stick together."
TBC
And things continue on. Cheers to all those who reviewed, I'll try and get this continued as soon as I know where it's going, got a bit of an idea though, so it shouldn't be too long.
As you may have guessed I don't own FLCL or any other copyright I may inadvertently infringe, depending on my mood I may write in a lot of stuff I do own but I'm sure you'll be able to tell the difference
Space etc Chapter 2: realisation
(Crap name I know but it's the best I could think of)
Naota's mind started functioning, but he didn't dare open his eyes, there was still a vague part of him that hoped it was all just a very bad dream. One by one he started to sense things. He was covered, not by his usual thick duvet, but by the flimsy material of his own cloths. They certainly weren't doing much too either keep the heat in or the cold out. The next thing he noticed was how hard the surface he was lying on was, it wasn't his usual springy mattress. The final straw came when he started wondering just what his head was resting on, the realisation that it was his own right arm bent under his head brought with it the knowledge that he was totally fucked, and not in the good way. Even worse, as memories of last night flooded his head he realised why it felt so bad, he remembered that he had met a lot of people in the bar last night and had spoken with a good few of them. He also remembered that more often then not the conversation contained the line.
"You're from earth, cool man, hey let me bye you a drink, welcome to the galaxy man, cheers."
Or at least one a lot like it. Obviously even if his brain wasn't in his head, even if it couldn't be damaged he could still suffer hangovers. Naota cautiously opened his eyes and saw the same room, tables, chairs and a long bar, Naota had come to think that there was very little else to do in space to keep yourself occupied other then drink, most of the sights he had seen last night supported this theory. Finally he decided to bite the bullet and get up, he didn't have anything else to do and he was uncomfortable enough to be certain that he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. Accepting that things were probably going to be weird for a while and that he might as well just relax and try to enjoy it.
The first thing to do, as he saw it, was to work out where he was, how far from earth he was, and how he could get back to earth. It was his fond hope that he could find someone who could answer these questions.
As Naota understood it most of the people who lived on these stations were doing jobs that didn't need to be located on the planet surface, for instance, products that required a person call a helpline for assistance seemed to have there call centers and operatives in space, a lot of things were manufactured in space and then exported to the planet. There were also researchers looking at the effects people living in space had on space and sociologist's looking at the effect's living in space had on people who were living in space, the fact that they did this while living in space themselves really boggled Naota's mind. The stations, or at least one in this chain, also seemed to serve as a service station. Offering fuel, rest, repairs and whatever else to pilots and there crews as they passed by, the rarity of these stations made there services pretty expensive.
With those thoughts he took to the, for lack of a better word, streets, trying to find someone who could tell him about what was going on. He hadn't walked half a mile when he felt a faint tap on his shoulder. He looked up, a youngish man, maybe in his mid-twenties, as Naota reckoned time at least, for a second they locked eyes, he raised his hand and gestured for Naota to follow him, turned and walked away. Naota, more out of sheer curiosity then anything else followed him to a quiet corner, away from any activity. Before Naota could ask what everything was about the man said.
"You're the earth-man with the gift of N/O, yes?"
Naota could only nod dumbly.
"Good, look, I got a proposition for ya. There are only 2 ways off this chain. One is with the regular government supply ship that isn't due for 3 more weeks, the other is getting in with a private crew on a private ship. And you don't want the former, trust me."
"Hu."
"The poles of the sphere are near hear, it's these that house the equipment needed to transfer things form one unit to another. How do you think they do it, with N/O portals. Only artificial ones though, that's why they can transport so little at a time, for real N/O you need living complex tissue, and what better then brain tissue."
"I thought that because of the N/O my brain wasn't in my head so how could its tissue be a factor?"
"Well, the brain helped to generate the portal in its formation, and the N/O is still wired into your brain, wherever that is. Why else do you think that what came out of your brain was influenced by your emotions."
"How do you know that?"
"Cause you're an N/O portal, it's not common to be able to do it but I've spoken with enough of them to know that it's the same for all of you. Anyway if you leave with a governmental ship they'll put you to work, transporting big, uncomfortable things through your head, not just that but they'll do experiments on you, they'll try to figure out how to make artificial N/O as strong as living N/O."
"Why do they want to do that?"
"Who knows, there motives could be good, open up travel for all planets of the galaxy, or at least the ones they govern, ok the crews of ships, not to mention those who build them, loose out but it's a small price to pay. Or the motives could be bad, they might want to take over all of the peaceful worlds, not to mention the world's that aren't peaceful that there already at war with, using N/O to move great army's and weapons, even to make plaints disappear. I'm offering you a way out, I'm offering you passage on my ship, it's in the commercial dock on unit 1. In exchange for some help along the way we'll get you back to earth. Just follow me."
He turned to go, but before he could start walking Naota called after him.
"Why, why are you helping me?"
"Simple, there are so many hostile life forms out here that there are very few people you can trust In space, what it all boils down to is that us earthlings really should stick together."
TBC
And things continue on. Cheers to all those who reviewed, I'll try and get this continued as soon as I know where it's going, got a bit of an idea though, so it shouldn't be too long.