Snake_Cosmic [pt.1-3]

Snake_Cosmic

The new unceremonious characters include Snake Cosmic the miner. Don’t ask why he mines, I don’t know, but he does have a space ship. On board the space ship is Geni Snake’s wife, also Mudd the copilot. The two men are talking in the cockpit. “we mine because we don’t fish,” says Snake.

“Best year we ever had,” says Snake. Mudd quietly answers, “that doesn’t mean life is good does it.” “What? Life never gave a shit, it’s is up to us to give a shit about life.” How unfair. Geni was spending time in the ships jacuzzi room watching the planet Earth’s news feed on a monitor attached to the wall. The marriage of Snake and Geni has resulted in no children, by way of things being to hard for to long.

“Computer put a call in for Mayor Frog, Emerald Pond, Central America, United Nations, Earth,” Geni says to the computer as it searches the directory database. A heavy set black man shows up on the monitor. “Well hello Geni, to what do I owe this pleasure.” “I wanted to ask you if the fish population has recovered there.” “Mayor Frog blows some smoke from his Cuban cigar, “Well that depends on who you know if you catch my drift.” “The mining year was good, but Snake wants to fish even though it’s been prohibited ever since we were on Earth. Something about some books he’s been reading about a tax collector and fishermen that were the wise men of old or something.” “Well the waters here are monitored most of the years after the fish population was wiped out.” “I suppose there still are those who would risk going out on the waters with the right connections, legal or otherwise.” Yeah Snake thinks it’s a right of passage to the ancient times and he would gain good fortune if he were to catch a wild fish.” “Well the legal route does not allow fishing for any reason only purchase of fish for breeding fish farms.” “See what you can do, and don’t mention any of this to Snake, I don’t want to crush his dreams.” “OK, I hope your year was real good for this sort of thing.”

Mudd muddles with some scrap electronic equipment trying to use outdated hardware with new syncing crystal each allocated to different moods from his collection of Ruby, Opal, and Jade. It seems ludicrous from both standards. Why can’t you just take the middle road? Moody Mudd slinger who hates life. His journals and attitude along with his preferences all got put into his crystals. His pessimistic philosophy that existentialism is based on saying life is meaningless. The long round of the year mining was wrapped up for the current sector. Mudd and Snake were friends but Snake was content on staring out the window drinking tea.

“You think I’m happy?” “I think you thought you were going to get a house in France, but didn’t. What’s been bugging you?” “Don’t want to be a loser, I want to enjoy my life.” The big ship has plants in it even. The smell is like firmament. Space lizards, space insects. The hidden over lords. What the hell do they want, to stay in the shadows? Back to ancient Earth, they let it go. No friends. Masters of our own destiny. The solar cults. We’re all waiting for something, but we are below help. There’s no accountability. Your playing a video game. A spirit in a video game a world soul crying. The white house lawn is to small to land a space ship there.

“Predisposed influence transfer code without talent.” Snake speaks a voice command to the on board navigation computer. The computer tries to find a sector. “Couda Draconis the tail of the Dragon. “ “ah lizard space, not good! They never were big into sharing those crapy rocks they mine out there, the pale one may negotiate a in for outsiders. “ Over stimulation has brought this to bare. Hyper competitive leans one way or the other. The five smartest people I know milk the magic cow tell what, no more milk and cheese.

Geni has charm and is the only the one on the ship who knows what that is. The machiavellian Sea of space and the son of a bitch draconians and for fuck sake indignant social animal who can learn to be praised to Nun the God dam primordial water. The sea of space. “Wow dark,“ Snake says to Geni. “This occasion was wine before the next sector. Satellite orbits of the of mode of nature nodes of elder moons. “Pick twelve Moons of saturn and try to cash them in,” says Geni. “I told you the Earth sector was let go! from the days of the savior of the E-lias the prophet of Rabi’s long gone.” “So um don’t be mad or anything but I think we might try to get to go fish. “ “Fish the bed rock of the Archons, God dam space fish in the oceans, suicidal dark children, we eat them we extinct them then they go back to the nebula and those God mysterious black holes and black matter. Now we now what has happened to fishing. In space or oceans! Need me to spell it up out for you!

The under side, the belly of the beast physical here is gone black as Pitt not standing on ceremony a cemetery. Those dead eyes see no future. Coffins in space, in the ground. “You fool!, beware of the fire.” Mudd is listening to Mr Cosmic universe rant. “Sewer snakes, they are obstructionist that’s it. I’m sorry. No nun no allegiances, nun! they come from the fucking ground.” “I have no safe space,” says Mudd “To fucking end all life of your fault you hate your father, that’s what is wrong right!.” “My dad was a quite voice trying to keep me safe from the snakes Mudd don’t tell me he didn’t try! They tried to run!, then John picked him up, sweet. Jesus has gambling debt, but everyone owes him money.”

The wet land is unreceived from the belly West from East
Then the plants were right some of them were not. The way that and the quarters were I thought odd. Odd is the triangle. The I tried with to ends of means. To the over supplies town down find and cease. The Texas radio and the big beat slow Virginia swamp. Ancient let go which ran then got caught by the shows and sorting out of things. “I thought to not go to swamp, and though the trees.” “What do think for it was wrong from the beginning then what then maybe not quite a certain.

The north turtle of the earth roads. It is safe and warm. “Nothing to say and he’s an idiot, so what” Cosmic says to Geni. “Regards to negotiations?” “Sounds like a no”, “sounds good.“
Mudd had said a lot to Geni about his transfering of the ships computer to a more organic operating system by way of crystals magnifying the ships plants frequency. Mudd had an interest in the seemingly impossible tasks, changing the mind set. “Not much here is there,” said Snake. The current sector is Zeta Reticuli. The game is asteroids of exotic matter. Three Grey’s appear on the monitors open channel. One of them has a red tie and makes a hand gesture of a upside down v. “Yes,” Snake says. The computer begins to speak, “train station.” “Look we’re here on business.” The screen goes blank.

“Christ!, don’t tell me those bastards are gonna ticket us, there just lizard lackeys unless you deal with the old mantis coders,” said snake. The ship gets pulled suddenly in a tracker beam toward a black hole and gravity sucks the ship closer. “It’s all over, we’ll never know why, a plant from the garden speaks through the ship com, “fly locked books, jump ship it’s over.” The pod detaches, jettisons the crew to escape. “Well played Grey’s,” said Snake. “They may have opened the black hole knowing we would jump ship. They won this round. The Grey’s were using the one of our plants in the garden somehow.”
The pod touches down on Daedalus

COROT-7c, it’s like Earth. “Well here we are, broke again and stranded,” said Snake. The pod is broadcasting back to Barren space for assistance. The nearest space station responds and is months away. “Looks like we’re here for awhile. Load up everyone were going for a walk.” After four hours they the sun sets and a tribe of tall skinny figures brightly feathered dance around a fire. They approach the tribe.
Snake approaches first with a raised hand. “Greetings, we come in peace.” The ferver of the thin men is at a high, they continue with their dancing. “Look were trying to to find supplies we’re stranded.” The chant loudens “who who who!” Geni notices the blood on the ground they are dancing around and the chief declares, “this is my universe!” Geni whispers to Snake, “They worship the blood God, and their burning animals they sacrifice.” “OK friends oocka boocka or what ever.” The chief responds angerly, “I observe the edge of the universe no one goes beyond! You stay here and I say when you leave.” “better do what he says,” says Geni. Mudd takes out a flask and tips it back, “well good.”

The buzzing of night was loud. Nature’s white noise, perhaps this planet’s cicada song. They were able to get food and drink for their hunger and thirst. There were several cots under a straw roof hoisted by nets tied from tree to tree somehow primative and interesting. It was obvious there were other beings that were responsible for the guests warm reception. Hidden limbs and hive mind was clearly in play here, some mother of all and ancient. They slept eventually into what is sleep that was never a guarantee.
The mire of geni’s affection to the people had made the night what it was. Snake found waiting on Barren space rescue seems like it will never come. The tribe didn’t give a shit about our feeling as bad as the mind to think of life. Thank God it’s all a contest to be won living not learning, stop learning start living if only, but we could fish for the next half of the long wait. Lots of death thinking how the women all pray to corpses and the fire. So things were ok for them. It’s like this place was meant for Mudd. He cot the biggest fish and the men ate it. No women to be had here but geni, and it seems she knows more about this place then she let’s on.

Mudd is exactly right yes, still savoring gallantly. The mustard was made in part by plants or seeds locally. The eventual conclusion is that they were rescued by a quandary. Then green and blue were the colors. The ship was of station eleven the crew of three. The divine wonder was met on ground. The extraction is like any mission. To long to hard. “You might say, sweat smells there not here.”

“How’s the food, its good need more salt.” Cosmic was in the mess hall. “I’ve never been those fake holes got us.” That was nexus the screen read out: kill you mate Com board eight level. “Follow the curruption, I hope no one has Diarra.” “There funny Mr…”it’s just yes. Genius is the more inclined to Aquarian that measure fish and corn husker lot’s of carp boxed. The is Com is currupt life ominous much omen very small room.
The comedian on the far side, yes. Logic end hieght rotten from a mind vegetarian creation too. The last priest of the world just fallen, female black horse, right. Picture every ain’t salt. That is just your pride.

Space station 47 time to pull some favors to get another ship. Snake had some good connections to get the financing. “Look to the pirates to sell you some rusty bucket,” says the station’s official. “Better get on the Com, Snake utters. The widows freeze up in the cockpit of Dub’s rust bucket. A message on Dub’s Com blinks, he accepts the call. “freelancer Dub here.” “Yes I’m looking for a ship.” “Well I don’t know why you’d look on pirate Com frequency we do not get along with the barren station business.” “ I am a freelancer of sorts too, only I have get along with the barren space expansion.” “I’ll tell you what if you do something for me I can get you lined up with a pirate who could get you a ship.” “Shoot.” “I want you to get a friend out of prison at the barren space station your at.

Elsewhere in pirate space Dub prepares and mutters to himself “Snake you must be an idiot.” The station was a hot bed of all sorts of functions including imprisonment for of course some extra cash. Snake had no office with barren space so he was biting off more then he could chew. Ships were as it happens to be very hard to come by as it were. In the cells there dwelled prisoner 1138, reptile and very smelly, the target. 1138 happened to be pale a very high honor within his species. Snake goes to the financing office to grab a line of credit and says, “By the way I had heard that there is some business in prison management you know incarcerations.” “Sure but it’s a do nothing go nowhere line of business, not much to it like your line of work I’m sure,” says the office manager. “I’d like to check it out if you don’t mind.” “Sure.”

The gully of the station a litiny of corridors Snake makes his way to stalock thirteen. The temperature is very cold in the lower levels. The first thing Reptile thought in the waking of his day was to stay warm by elevating his heart rate by breathing and stretching deeply in his cell. The prison guard was leading Snake to to prisoner 1138 by chance. “This the high value scum on this block.” Snake then couldn’t think of what to do now that he has narrowed in on his target but to get rid of her. The guard walking slowly in front of Snake and Mudd, and Snake moves closer and says, “can I ask you something about this over here.” The two move close and snake points to a panel on the wall then as she leans in and snake snaps quickly and puts the guard in a choke hold and brings hers to the ground. She loses consciousness and goes limp. “We must move quickly,” Snake says to Mudd. “Get her keys!” Mudd grabs the keys of the guard. “Showtime.” They make there way way to the vestibule to cell 1138 face with Lizard.

Vis-a-Vis. Snake is oozing sweat and breaks the ice to the ten foot tall prisoner. “Hello, you understand me don’t you, Lizard screeches and snarls nasally and nods. ” Pack your bags asshole were getting out of here. Snake brandishes keys. ” Dub sent me. We must move quickly if we are to survive this.” Snake in terror opens the cell and immediately there is a issue, Murphy’s Law! The cell opening triggers an alarm and Reptile blows through Snake and Mudd knocking them on their ass. They chase after him. Snake gets Dub on the Com,”Get your ass here double time! North corridor hatch.” The follow the bodies on the floor to the North corridor were a ship appears through the window viewing bulk heads all along the edge of the station. Lizard makes it in the ship at the docking hatch a hundred meters in front of Snake and Mudd. On the Com Dub says,”You have eight secounds!” They run in full stride to the hatch in the high gear they weren’t sure they had diving in the ship together.
“You made me lose it all risking my ass on a sprint for this monster,” Snake pants as he catches his breath. “Calm down and meet me in the cockpit I got a cold beer for you,” Dub replies on the Com. Dub is human who whares a white mask with a vertical line down the center. “Do you want a clean glass princess?” Dub grabs a bottle of mead and pours it to a massive mason jar and sets it on the dash board. “I’m still mad though,” Snake cocks it back and drips down the corners of his mouth, and smears his arm across his face then sits down and begins to focus.

Mudd says to Snake, “Where’s Geni?” “I thought you said you knew were she was.” “Nope. “Take a anti-depressant like everyone else she probably found a taxi back to Earth she’s safe there.” “Calliope seldom wished upon to be a childless and home sick,” says Snake seemly from nowhere like he didn’t care about the whereabouts of Geni. “Business brought us to do these things and lose so much here. Take me to my ship.”

 

Snake_Cosmic pt.2

Before reading and TV dreams was all there was. The dreams are violent and tempted to rage. You got to have that dog deep inside you to just do what women think of us that is natural, it is not. So inside didn’t care that to what has been lain, the trip wire. The vampire world waiting for me to be something godly for you all to crucify and rob blind. It’s a long game for life to have it’s way, see what happens! I contribute, you got to settle for more. Everyone in their own world plus the sharks. Some always knew they could trust their grota. The thing is the world’s been cut up by territorial humans. Because of my unhappiness I wonder. It takes thousands to prop one up I guess and beat the dead horse. I am human that gets worse with time how unfortunate.

We’re back in space now. Snake worried that he went a stray, but how far. He is now away from Geni, his lover. That’s how the domino’s fall. “Thanks to Dub were all in the fucking shit,“ Snake says. Mudd get’s use to the new rust bucket clunker of a ship that did not have a jacuzzi. The gardening was still good. Mudd had seeds of his favorite plants he acquired from places. The fact that they were probably wanted by the the Barren Federation wore on their conscience. “We mine like we use to do,” said Snake. “To make this right Dub had a boss Mudd, we need to speak his language.”

“We enter the paralyzing dimension, the mind through the third eye, indigo,” Snake says. This space is metaphysical, that Snake and Mudd find themselves in Mudd’s dark crystal as they had been sleeping. One might ask what is there and what’s it like. All the people Snake and Mudd have banished now in a perverse turn of events now can’t wait to meet their caster’s. “Mudd what the fuck your God dam indigo crystal took us into this fucking mess. We are in the business of selling the rarest of the mineral kingdoms material not fucking getting trapped in them!” “Somehow the people we screwed over have called on their crystals to get back at us,” says Mudd. “Well hello, don’t bother to struggle, I can cripple your body here and leave you in eternal agony,” says what must be the federation space station’s disembodied souls that were killed in the prison escape of Lizard, his disregard for human life for those who crossed his path. “You’ll never wake up if you don’t do exactly what I say,” says the amorphous collective disembodied souls entity.

We’re in the fucking dog house. We’ve been here for about three days. Snake starts to sweat and Mudd is steadfast. “Who the fuck are you,” says Snake. “You thought you were working for Dub, yes. When in fact it was just a puppet of real Dub that impetulant ass,” says the amorphous entity. Find him and send him to me.” “OK are we done here,” said Snake. I’m keeping Mudd here until you send Dub to this dimension by ending his life got it? “Sure you’re on.”

“Computer, put mayor Frog on the Com,” Snake says. “Hello Snake.” “This isn’t a social call Frog, I need a favor.” Elsewhere as Mudd slipped into the gap between worlds of mind and matter the amorphous entity is willing to treat with Mudd. “What should I call you, you thing?“ says Mudd. “You can call me Count Abyss.” It then formed into a body and wore a cape and garment. “I know it was you who is the real alchemist not Snake that bone head. Perhaps you can apprietiate the world of minerals and their soul trapping capabilities. Your talent for transferring electronic’s and mood infusion with crystals and plants is only a fraction of your potential if you were to be guided.” “And I suppose that would be you then?“ “Perhaps.”

Geni and Frog grabbed a taxi to the Earth’s local space sector not far from Pluto and the fringe destroyer female shiva’s moon. “I will be at the randevu point soon to meet you shortly Geni, I’m glad you are not arrested because of me,” says Snake. “Yeah Barren Space doesn’t have any jurisdiction here, that’s why I had to lay low, I had a feeling you were going to get us in trouble.” The Earth’s space station’s were shitty, but had enough business to run taxis’. They meet in an air lock and embrace each other. Frog then approaches. “Snake old buddy how you’ve been so good to see you.” “Yeah glad to see you too, we got some work to do.”

“You look good Geni, we got to watch our asses, let me deal with Frog,” says Snake. “Where’s the jacuzzi Snake?” “Sorry this is the best I could do.” “Mudd’s catatonic so that’s why we’re here, we got work to do.” They make there way to deeper space, more dangerous space. “We need to enter pirate space and find Dub, the dark star lord.” Frog say’s “Don’t take your chances with the solar plexus, the dark sun, the intent of illusion. This guy your looking for is a lion waiting to devour us sun people.” “Noted Mayor, when I say we go, we fucking go, GOT it!” “Yeah I got it.”

FORTUNA Major is displayed on the terminal screen. “Yeah this looks good,” Snake says. This sector is available for the movers and shakers as a hub of neutral space commerce made up of several ports and markets in a mess of metal frames and connected air locks. “We can pick up some things from the Grey’s at this hub. I think this Star Lord is one of them, who’s language is inflicting pain to compensate for his non ability to feel himself. Frog your with me, let’s head to the bar while Geni picks up some things.”

At the bar Snake gets a piccher of draft. A grey starts telepathically communicating with Snake. “You know the food here is quite good.” Snake gestures to his forehead. “Say bar keep how about some food, prepare me some fish, raw, and a citrus sauce. ” Snake said. “People come from all over to eat here, great choice broha.” A fat Asian business man bellies up to the bar putting Frog to shame. “Make that double, and some saki!” So everyone was having a good time at this point. Frog says,”send our friend over there a drink.” He points to the grey across the bar. “Your friend, a sun man doesn’t know us Grey’s are into vision drugs, not your baby’s milk.” Snake points to his empty mug. “So, you want the double vision?“ Snake nods.

“OK, take me to your drug lord,” Snake thinks. He taps Frog on the shoulder and puts some money on the counter. “I’ll meet you at the ship later.” The Grey shortly after follows Snake out of the room. Snake walks down a couple corridors taking a few turns into connecting terminal then as the Grey took the next corner Snake appeared holding out his gun. “Don’t fucking think about pulling a weapon unless you want your big brains blow all over the fucking wall!“ Snake pats the Grey’s vest and pulls a gun weapon from an inside holster. “I know my ship was bugged, that you wanted to keep an eye on me. Those men at station 47 were apparently capable of becoming some bad spectors that have caused me and my friend some problems. I know your transmitting so I got a message for you Dub, I’m coming for you.” Snake then blasts the Grey.

“I think we were just board,“ said Frog to Geni at the ship. They put away provisions and wait to hear from Snake. Shortly after Snake opens his Com to Geni,”Yeah I’m moving from unit ten to eleven, start the ship and meet me at Port 3118 now! I got some tails, let’s just say I fucked the pouch on this one.” Snake brought the local security to alarm as he left a dead Grey in a vestibule. He now makes his way to Port 3118 as he carries a black box brain chip from Mr Grey’s Brian. The rust bucket ports at 3118 and they bolt ass.

“CORONA BOREALIOS and CANIS MAJOR were the last constellation sectors our friend was before he tailed us,”Snake says. “So now what,” says Geni. “We go hunting.” Snake moves to the cargo section and asks Frog for some help. “They had us bugged Frog.” “Those bastards!, that sucks,” Frog resonds. Snake clips in to some mining gear cable on his belt then pushes to cargo hatch and a red light and alarm sounds. “Snake what are you doing?” “I knew it was you Frog.” “I can explain, believe me!” Snake shoves Frog backward then the suction of air leaving the hatch sends the fat man against the back wall, as Snake begins to be suspended in the air on his cable. He hits a button on his belt and gets hoisted to the terminal panel and cable reel. Snake watches Frog, jettisoned from the ship floating away, the Mayor of the Emerald City, now Frozen in space. Snake hits the button to close the cargo hatch.

“Where is Frog?“ Geni asks. “He had to go chill out,” Snake answers. “Let’s get this over with Mudd’s starting to smell.” “Let’s go to CANIS MAJOR,” Geni says. Snake enters the coordinates. “We have a short while to prepare, and what I plan and what potentially happens aren’t always exactly similar.” Snake arms himself with some gear: mining explosives, 30-30 Winchester lever-action rifle, and a 22 pistol a very good gun for pounding nails all day. Saturn comes around, Snake softly puts his hand on Geni’s shoulder. “I’m choosing to go it alone Geni. I need you to stay with the ship.” Snake opens the Com to the pirate ship that was surly waiting for them to arrive. “Hello Snake, perhaps we could talk in person,” say’s the Masked Dub. “Gladly, I will be docking shortly.” Snake moves to the air lock with a business trench coat and strapped. The air lock opens and the port way is empty. Snake decides to draw his rifle and stands and looks through his iron sites at each corner of the vestibule. He in some swat move creeps in. As he get’s closer he smells the stench of Dub’s leashed dog, the Lizard to the left. He takes the corner and pumps two rounds from his hip. The shots are spread in the room and he looks to the right side corner and Lizard sprang up on him so as to disarm Snake. He quickly drops his rifle and shows his hands and the brute says, “You packed your bags asshole,” in a snarl. Snake kicks the rifle to him then reaches into his coat and unloads the clip into pale scaley reptilian. The hits were all over the torso and only made the reptilian mad. Snake runs into the room away from Lizard and jumps over a counter. “I got a shit ton of explosives that can blow apart an asteroid of any composition. What do you think it will do to you asshole!“ Snake had nowhere as much powerful explosives as he bluffs. “You die too,” Lizard responds. Snake reloads and primes an hand sized explosive set to blow on a timer to make the situation even worse sets it on top of the counter. Lizard rushes Snake and he got only a couple of shots before he would be ripped apart. He has his gun right in front of his face and with adrenaline he pops off four rounds into the cranium mushrooming and fragmenting into the brains as lizard jumps counter landing on Snake as the sound of four pangs muffled in to a body followed by silence. Snake heaves and military presses the body off him then grabs his rifle. “Five minutes is all I need,” Snake says to himself and starts into a jog. Kicks into a button on a door panel the cockpit doors open guns drawn. “It’s not personal Dub it’s you or Mudd.” “I know the Count used some of your crystals against you.” The Schell of the android opens up in the head and the tiny alien in a chair says. “Well Mudd is very gifted.” “How do you want me to do it?” “Down with the ship, I guess.” The ship is gonna be blow I’ve left explosives throughout the the ship. I guess you should be sprinting again. Yeah, captain my captain. Snake bolts out. With the timer running dangerously low. They detach from the pirate ship. Then the ship blows and its debris becomes a ring of Saturn.

 

Snake_Cosmic pt.3

Back on Earth we find our captain with his dame at Conney Island. Snake walks with adulation along side of Geni admist the carnival tents. “I’m gonna get you the biggest teddy bear no problem,” Snake says to Geni. “I’m on top of the world, baby! Here, look a ball toss at cans!” Snake like an stuburn ox digs into his back right pocket and pulls out his wallet and fingers his one dollar bills looking at the sign that reads: $5 dollars – 3 balls. Snake with a fist full of dollars lays $5 on the counter. A pale man with a black hood and cloak takes the money and places 3 soft balls on the counter. “Hit all 15 cans down and you get your pick of prizes,” says the shadowy man. The cans were stacked on a shelf in a triangle with five cans on the bottom row about 15 feet away. Snake tasting the win feeling all the love he thinks he will get from Geni confidently grabs the first ball and hurls it and knocks down one can on the left edge of the forth row. Seeing that these cans were weighted and locked in place began to feel deflated. “Hey guy that was a heater what the hell?” The man remained silent. In fact Snake wanted it so bad he felt some pain in his rotator cuff. Snake picks up ball number 2 and aims more down and to the right and throws a laser beam of a toss tight in the bottom middle and the ball strikes and bounces off of the can without knocking any over. Geni says, “look Snake it doesn’t matter the cans won’t fall.” “This is sick what the fuck?” Snake takes the last ball looks around with a dazed look and aims off target and throws way right hitting the bracket arm of the shelf and screw pops off on the connecting post and the right side of the shelf falls and the cans slide down in one piece and hit the ground. The man without saying anything hands him the biggest teddy bear to Snake. Snake then hands it to Geni. “Who do you love babe?”