He was glad to have a moment to think. He covered his mouth with a firm hand, pondering as he looked at the view infront of him.

It was a lot to take in. Almost too much. You idiot, is this not what you've always dreamed of?! His mind asked him. Slaughter a town of futuristic space farmers, commit false identity, have my own space home, a crew... well the start of a crew, and a talking google home assistant in my ship?!? Yes, surely this is just what I had imagined. He said sarcastically in his head. From what Phineas had told him he was walking amongst his descendants. Descandants generations away from him. He was living in another lifetime. He was living another life.

Would the authorities still remember his criminal record if he made himself known to the world? Perhaps someone has already recognized him and turned him in? How could they have? They don't even know him.

The Stranger. Thats what they call him. A name he cant dissagree with. His family was dead. His friends were either shot or thrown into the same high security prison he was in prior to him 'resting his eyes' for a hefty anount of time.

Why did you listen to him? You moron, you should have just stayed in prison. If you wouldn't have just been patient! His brain conflicted with him. He could only imgaine the various possibilities that his life would have come to if he wouldn't have agreed to escape with a few inmates he had met. He began to counter himself. I was at rockbottom. Indeed he was. Apparently commiting mass murder with a super cool laser gun for a living will definatly put you in prison for life. However, there were details in his stories that he forgot to mention to the authorities. Details that if were ever discovered would for sure grant him an immidiate death penalty. And from his inside man, it was rumored that they were on the verge of uncovering them. So in the end, maybe hijacking someone's personal air vessel and escaping to a questionable looking space ship filled with other pods to encase humans where they would be frozen for years, was not such a bad idea... No. Surely not.

Why was he even alive? How was he alive? The other inmates didn't make it. He made sure of that when he told them to keep a look out over the ledge. By his mistake, the sound of someone's pistol went off, 'spooking' him and as he 'jumped' his hands immidatly went to the inmates to 'protect' them from the possible threat. Unfortunatw for his new friends, they too got scared and leapt over the edge into a roaring blue flame.

They reminded him much of his new friends in the now uninhabitable, Edgewater. Some were great people, some he was fond of. But it was his paranoia that led to their downfall. He couldn't let the authorities know he was alive and not six feet under or anything but dead. And for whatever reason, one of them wanted to join him on his soace ship he got for free.

"This ship... its yours?!" She had asked him in awe as they stood outside, looking at its exterior.

"I said the same thing.." Then ADA nearly blew them to peices, had he not called her bluff, not that it would have happened either way. He was a bit dissappointed at first. Computers never had a reason to bluff, at least not in the movies. In fact he found it somewhat unsetteling that even in the kitchen she could still monitor and speak with him. It was something to get used to.

"Beautiful view isn't it Captain Hawthorne?" ADA chimned into his thoughts, causing him to spring upwards from his bed and to his feet.

"Stars ADA! You can still see me?!" He asked, disturbed.

"Of course, Captain Hawthorne. I can see everything and everywhere. I was programmed to monitor every area on the ship to ensure security."

"Do you watch me when I'm in here?"

"Yes. Captain Hawthorne, may I ask why you were talking about shoe sizes in your sleep?" ADA asked curiously.

"Don't worry about it." He brushed it off. "ADA, I told you already, I am not. Hawthorne." He asserted.

"What will I call you then?"

"Sensai."

"My vocabulary does not recognize the word scent decay." ADA misspronounced.

"Has it really been that long...?" He slumped back onto his bed, a sorrowful look on his face. Not even the computer knows what a Sensai is, that means Hawthorne didn't either. How many others are unaware of the name?

"I'm afraid it has, Scent Decay." ADA tried to sound comforting.

"Please, don't call me that. Captain will do."

"As you wish, Captain."

He pulled out the weapons from the container by his bunk, and walked to the desk in his room. Setting the weapons down, he found a cleaning rag Hawthorne must have recently used. Everything in the room was a scent he didn't recognize. Even another man's scent was something he was going to have to pretend had always been his.

"ADA can you tell me how to properly clean these?" The Captain asked. He decided he wanted to start with the massive machine laser gun.

"Yes. You see that button?" She waited until his finger was on that button. "Don't press that or you will suck yourself and everything out of this space ship and die. So be careful.." She began to explain to him how to properly keep the weapons and how they worked.

"ADA, can you give me a run down on all the history events I missed." He asked, putting the weapons back and taking a seat by the massive glass window, looking at wonderful view.

"There was a fith world war?!"

"Thats right Captain. It only took them five times to realise that after all that fighting they wanted to mix things up and fight in space, and then Mars, and finally, planets like Halcyon." ADA explained.

"ADA, what music do these space people like to listen to?" He propped his feet up on the desk.

"Now playing, Four Soggy Flamingos."

"Four... what?" He listened to the beat. "Next song." He said, annoyed with the first.

"Now playing, When Soggy Flamingos Cry."

"Why are people naming their songs after a damn flamingo?" The Captain was confused and slightly annoyed at how terrible music had become. "Who's this by?" He asked.

"The Halcyon HedgeClippers."

"Of course. That sure is a kick ass name." He said sarcastically.

"Captain, The Halcyon HedgeClippers make music, they do not have a record of ever having kicked ass." ADA responded.

"I was joking." He said dryly.

"Oh. You have a very funny sense of humor, Captain." She faked a laugh.

"Next song, ADA."

"Now playing Many Pieces Of Large Fuzzy Flamingos Gathered Together At Jail And Grooving On A Sock."

"Your doing this on purpose."

"I am, Captain.

"Whatever, let it play. Its not nearly as terrible as the other two."


"Captain."

"Captain."

"Captain."

"Captain." ADA repeated in the same tone.

"Captain, Parvati is here." She alerted him.

"Yes, thank you ADA." He mumbled, not aware he had fallen asleep at his desk. "What is it?" He asked her.

"Some old man wants to speak with you up front on a call. Phineas, he said his name was. Should I just hang up on him? He seemed kinda creepy."

"No, tell him I'll be there momentarily." He said as she headed back down.

"What do you suppose this crazy old wizard has to say now, ADA?"

"From what I overheard, it may or may not have to do with a new weapon he constructed. And possibly a pig"

"Space pigs? Here? In this galaxy?"

"Yes, Captain. 'Space pigs'." She assured him.

"He'll probably ask me to do some more killing for him. But to be truthful, nobody has ever had to ask." He rose from his seat. "ADA, prep the ship for hyperspace, I prefer to speak with the doctor in person."

He'd always been a killer. It paid the bills and cured his craving for violence. It didn't matter if everyone around him had withered away, wether his record showed everyone what he really was. His desire for bloodshed would never suffice. Perhaps it wasn't even blood shed. ADA had observed him from the second he arrived and already had her thoughts about him. She beleived he wasn't a killer by heart but used it as a way to put his talents to use to feel useful significant. Not to mention the fact she knew deep down he felt lonely. She observed that to him, killing was the way to make feeling lonely just a little less lonely. How wrong he was. But she knew he would figure that out... eventually. She would make sure of it.

"Captain." She stopped him before he left his quarters.

"Yes, ADA?"

"It is nice getting to know you." She said sincerely.

He paused. "You too." He smiled, shutting the door to his room and rushing downstairs.